Note to readers. This story deals with a fetish which revolves around attractive women who smoke. Now before you go off half cocked claiming that's something no one is in to, do a simple search of the topic before you opine. There are many sites dedicated to this fetish and although smoking has become taboo in America as well as in other countries, the fetis...
Hey all! Sorry for the break in the longer works, but I'm pretty proud of this story and thought it deserved its space here. It's a little bit different than my usual fare, a much slower more teasing burn, but I think it works. Maybe you agree? Maybe you don't. Either way, I want to hear about it via the e-mail link from my profile page here. Enjoy! *****...
A girlfriend of mine found the Mormon Chicks site and wanted me to see about getting our story added. We read the stories together. A couple of her favorites got her really hot and she admitted she wouldn't mind trying a black cock for herself. She wanted me to use her real name, so I'm going to do it. She said seeing her name in the story would make it all...
"And then there's me, but I don't believe in such stupid taboos, anyway. And you have some dirt on me as well, don't you, at least by the same idiotic moral code that so many give at least lip service. I don't personally give a fuck. So, be that as it may, perhaps we should kiss ... and make up, eh?" Marsha told Howard and Kristin with a wink. "Or maybe I c...
*Standard Disclaimer: This story deals with the fetish of smoking. If that's not your cup of tea please move on. Nothing you may say will change anyone's opinions about the topic. Some of us find attractive women who smoke to be utterly erotic. I am one of them. For those who enjoy my smoking tales, please indulge me as I indulge my other fetish in the way...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Author's Note: The first couple of dozen lines have been repeated from Chapter 01 to tie the story together. *** Cindy seemed a little more intense while fucking after the group fuck in the kitchen. Friday night rolled around and she started flirting and indicating another round...
Carrying the grocery bags into the house, I stopped just inside the door, smiled, and took a deep breath. The whole house smelled of my handiwork. I wanted to just stand there and savor it, but I had so much to do. Only half my party decorations were up, and while yes the house was taking on a wonderfully creepy feeling of macabre, the end result would be...
My husband and his family have long been fans of the opening weekend of Deer Hunting Season. People take a couple of extra days off work and make a social event of it. Sort of a last rite before winter. This has been a long-standing Mormon tradition. Most don't give a shit if they even see a deer. It's just an event all over the woods. If Bambi just happens...