The day began like every other: I ventured forth to see Alan Greenspan and Wham! in concert, after downing a hearty breakfast of chocolate-flavored lube. Little did I know I'd end up at a strange place, having sexual relations with not just one, but five bizarre women! My word! That wasn't like me at all! More akin to my true demeanor, I spent the rest of...
"My girlfriend never wants to go down on me." How many times have you heard that or even said it? "She thinks its gross." "She says it makes her sick." "She's a prude, a bitch, frigid." "That's not gonna change; it's just the way she is and she ain't never gonna change." Not necessarily. She might never change, that's true. But what if maybe...just maybe...
Thanks to all those men who gave me such great research material... * * * About a month ago I bought a book called How To Break Your Addiction to a Person, written by Howard M. Halpern, PH.D. I am not a great lover of self-help books; the one or two I have purchased over the years have been hit and miss to say the least. (The only truly useful one was Hot...
It was long ago, before the Internet had a name. I was headed north on the Pacific Coast Highway Route-101, on my way to see Oregon, Washington, and wonders beyond. As I was nearing the northern California border, a road sign caught my weary eye. "Junction East, Yreka 115 miles." I have been obsessed with wordplay and the quirks of language for as long as I...
Amber and I walked purposefully towards the outdoor bathrooms at the far end of the parking lot. Next to them were the tennis courts, where there were a dozen or so students playing tennis at various levels of proficiency. It was a physical education class, looked like a mixture of Freshmen and Sophomores. A few of them had caught sight of Amber and were eit...
The rest of the day at the hotel went by quickly as Amber and I spent our time fucking almost continuously, overcome with excitement about the direction our lives had taken. The final week of school had begun now and with most of the finals out of the way it was basically a week where everyone spent their time talking about what they'd be doing after graduat...
Chapter 19 : "Ello ello ello what's going on 'ere then?" Stephen Rendell walked through the frozen crisp leaves of Hyde Park and watched his breath illuminated by the morning sun. It was minus five. He imagined his exhale was smoke from a cigarette, and his heart fluttered again remembering her; kicking himself for not asking her for a date there and then....
*Note to readers: This is a fetish story. Specifically the smoking fetish where men who think attractive women who smoke are extremely sexy and desirable. If this offends you or isn't something you find interesting, please find another story to read. The basis for this story is the movie The White Orchid. It is purely fictional and a kind of homage to a mov...
All persons in this story are 18 years of age or older. * Maybe it began when I was much younger, and easily influenced by adults. Perhaps it began at 18 after watching Sharon Stone during the film Basic Instinct, admiring the way she seductively smoked in the police interview room. But I guess it doesn't matter how or when it started, the fact was I had t...
It was forty-eight days since we'd colonized Freth. Forty-eight days was a lot of days especially as Freth's days went by slower than Earth days. I'd checked my watch occasionally to see how it lined up. By the twenty-seventh night on Freth, my watch had burnt out, and I knew it was nearly a year's time, Earth time. A month here was a year. It was a chilling...