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 thoughts drift away like the smoke rising away from my cigarette. Of all the seedy little dives in town she walks into mine. There's nothing special about this place, just a dinghy hole in the wall with a good sound system, cold beer, and booze that flows freely. A stripper pole in the corner for the occasional drunk college girl and a pool table that's...
I answer the door naked. Why? Because since I like being that way and we are both nervous, this will help to put her at ease. Seeing me unclothed and bear before you, I cannot deny you this or much of anything else. I stand back as you two enter the room. We smile at each other but nothing more. She is pretty, just like I thought she would be. You pull out t...
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...
I have always been a lover of the night. And I believe the night loved me. It was our time of play, soundtrack by our music of thunderous passions and devastating addictions. The night is for the young, the restless, the pure and unhidden. The sun had completed its daily sacrifice some hours gone by and this meant I was to seek on my next prey. I took a show...
The woman was one of two passengers on the bus. She was sitting two rows behind the driver, on the opposite side. The other passenger, a further two rows back on the driver's side, was a well-dressed man with a black trilby hat pulled low over his forehead. The woman had placed her handbag on the seat by the window and was clearly visible to the man. Her th...
Comments always welcomed. While visiting a friend in the hospital today, I developed a real need for a cigarette and asked at the information desk if there was somewhere I could grab a much needed smoke. After much rolling of her eyes and shaking of her head, she directed me to a small gazebo set well away from anything and everything that could possibly ca...
Since the begining of mankind, there has been one question that has plagued the human species. It's not a search for food, or shelter, or clothing, or any other bodily need. It is the search within. It is the search for the meaning of life. It's wondering what we will be remembered for. When we're dead and gone what will people look back on our life and see?...
Disclaimer: Although this is a work of fiction, some parts contain actual facts and events. The author can not and will not be held responsible for any injuries that may occur if the reader tries to reproduce of these events. The author holds all copyrights to this story, printed and/or digital. Prologue This story is not about love, nor about romance, or...
Note: This story is the fifty-seventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I str...