Edgar watched the slinky brunette woman as she stood talking to a friend while on a smoking break. He stared as the young woman slowly lifted her right hand and lightly touched the cigarette to her lips, her crimson lipstick distinctively marking the white filter tip. Then as she inhaled, he could almost see the smoke curling into her mouth like the tongue...
This is my first published work, so feedback is appreciated but be a little gentile. As many of us did, I thought I was near alone in some fetishes before the internet, and some combinations I may well be, but maybe somebody else will enjoy this too. Contains smoking fetish and gender transformation, continue if that appeals to you. — — — — — — "Three p...
As I sat on the toilet leaking Dave's cum into the pan I looked down at the piece of paper he had handed me. I opened it and smiled as I read his number in my head. I didn't want to call him, but deep down inside I knew I would. Dave had ignited something within in me that I was too young and inexperienced too understand. He had created a hunger, a feeling...
Gary Franks was simply amazed. Fully aware of the smoking policies for the building he worked in he, couldn't help but be amazed at the timeless endurance of what he called The Smoking Club. They weren't a real club that Gary knew of, more a collection of individuals that, rain or shine, hot or cold, calm or windy, would congregate along a single portion of...
1. Meet Mr. Flumpy. He's a penis. ----- 2. Mr. Flumpy has had many adventures. I will tell you one of them. ----- 3. This is the story of How Mr. Flumpy Learned How to Use a Napkin. ----- 4. Mr. Flumpy is different from you and me. He doesn't have to eat. But he still has to use a napkin. ----- 5. Mr. Flumpy has a mouth. And, when he ge...
When I turned 21 years old, like any other guy I went out and partied. While I was out I had noticed a woman sitting at a bar and smoking a cigarette. I can't tell you what the woman looked like because I was drawn to the way she was smoking her cigarette. Taking in long deep drags and blowing the smoke straight into the air was amazing and brought my cock t...
"C'mon in," the host took one look Doo and he knew she was staff. Her short red dress gave her away. No woman of class in the 1930's would wear something so short AND strapless. Only working girls, house cleaners, performers, cigarette sales girls. Gertrude, Doo, was the latter. She walked down a long carpeted hallway and took the first right as she was inst...
July was much too warm for the long woolen trench coat I was wearing. I stood inside my front doorway looking out. Unconsciously holding my purse firmly against my chest, I took a deep breath, checked for my keys and walked towards my car. I briefly wished for the short days of winter, for the cover of darkness to help me feel less vulnerable. I started the...
Hi my name is Anna and this is the story of how a simple walk on to my deck led to me becoming an online whore. It all started on a Sunday morning just before noon. I was trying to finish up a load of laundry before heading to the neighbors to watch the Nascar race from Talladega. I stepped on to our deck to grab some towels drying on the rail. My eye then...
My plan to turn my sister into a smoker was off to a great start. I went to my room and coaxed out three loads thinking about my beautiful sister smoking. The long white cigarette perched in her perfect lips, her increasingly deep inhales, and the streams of smoke clouding around her angelic face. The next morning I awoke and headed downstairs. Entering the...