To the reader: After I'd finished this story, I didn't know where to put it. It contains elements of several Lit categories, and I probably could have put it in any one of them. In the end, I decided to put it in Fetish, although it's very much a Loving Wives tale, as you'll soon see. NOTE: Every word of this is true. (Except for "Every word of this is true...
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...
Smoking is hot. There, I said it. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for this view, I really am. I certainly mean no disrespect to those whose lives have been adversely affected by smoking; and believe me the sight of my sixty-year old aunt sucking back Merits in a housedress does absolutely nothing for me. Like poor Pavlov's dogs, I've acquired quite the reflex; th...
Disclaimer: This short story is intended for mature audiences. It contains sexually explicit content including oral, anal, bdsm and smoking fetish. If you are under the legal age it is recommended by the author that you proceed no further. The characters and locations in this story are complete fiction. Chapter One Professor Donald Ludwig looked out over...
November 30, 1987 Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up librarian, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian - at least not in private. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she oftentimes faints duri...
I left the club early. No luck tonight in getting my ass laid. Where were all those hot young studs with their big swinging penises and cum-filled balls when you need them? I had dressed in my sluttiest gear. 6 inch 'fuck me' heels, fishnet stockings and a tight little leather dress. Heavy makeup. Long, thick false lashes to flutter at the boys. Long, sexy,...
Disclaimer: The writings here are total fiction; the characters and events have no basis in persons living or dead. This story is intended for those over 18 years of age, and contains subject matter of an adult nature. (Smoking fetish, light bdsm) Double Elimination I am naked except for a leather mask. My wrists, ankles, knees and elbows are strapped to a...
By the end of my sophomore year at university, I had accrued a pile of student debt, and still had two more years to go. I went outside my dorm room for a smoke. As I sat on the steps, blowing smoke rings, I finally relaxed. Another girl in the dorm came out, and lit up too. We began chatting, and I told her about my money problems. She said that I should...
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: DYNAMO KIEV v CHELSEA The thirty year old Ukranian international footballer watched transfixed as Lydia Keith removed her tight tweed skirt, and watched as its silk lining slid over her sheer stockings to her ankles. He puffed deeply on his cigar as he watched her perched on the end of the bed. The merino wool polo neck clung tightly to h...
It was Saturday and things were progressing as planned. Increasingly his mind bright and aware at work slipped into the groove of total submission and focus as soon as he returned home. There was still work to be done, but soon he would be a total servant, slave, valet, waiter, vassal, chattel. How perfect. She purred. His wit, his strength, his success and...