1. He sat in his car munching on a peanut butter sandwich that he had brought for lunch. The junior college parking lot was about half full. Then he saw a Lexus come in and park. A tall dark headed women got out and began looking around as though she were lost. She was wearing one the shortest, tightest pair of blue-jean cutoffs that he had ever seen. He l...
"What the fuck do you want, white boy?" he asked as I opened the door. Then he smiled at me and I let him in. "You want me to thug on your ass again?" I remembered how his powerful black muscles gripped me like steel bands and the pain he inflicted on my body the last time he was here. "I have something else in mind," I said. Please come in! I closed the...
I have always felt fortunate that as a man with a smoking fetish, my desires can be realized in public. I am always on the lookout for beautiful smoking women and for as long as I can remember I have been drawn to this erotic image. It often fills my fantasies and I am thankful that I have had the good fortune of exploring this powerful fetish with past girl...
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...
If you would like some context before you read this story, read my posting "A Sexual Autobiography" first. It will provide some background on Elizabeth, Alain and myself, the life we lead, and where my role as a smoke slave fits into our life together. My family and friends know Elizabeth and myself as non-smokers. Our children believe that we consider smok...
"Have you got light?" Was how it started. Fifteen minutes later I was bouncing up and down on his cock. I was drunk, there was no other way of putting it. I had gone out to get drunk aswell. And it had made me flirty. With my bright red lipstick, black vinyl skirt, black fishnet stockings and high heels it wasn't hard to find the attention to get flirty wi...
Chris had come to the party late, and had only showed up at all to get along with other people at the office. Not knowing very many of the people there, except the previously mentioned clods, he was sitting over in the far corner of the room by the wide screen t.v. watching the ball game. A fairly tall guy, about five eleven and a hundred and eighty pounds,...
When I retired last year, I moved to Ho Chi Minh City (formerly Saigon) in Vietnam. I had heard it was a great place to retire, and that an American could really stretch his savings there. The humidity was terrible and the bustling city annoying, but for a just few thousand dollars a month, I began living like a king. More important, I discovered that for an...
After Amber had left I began getting more serious about the progress of her corruption. I realized that I had to try to be more organized and come up with a plan to reach my goal of total 'bad girl.' I decided I would create an itinerary of sorts that would dictate a guideline for Amber to follow. I started simple, I would require her to smoke at least five...
Chapter 4 Cop Girl 1. Carl was packing his things, what few things he had and was putting them in a garbage bag. The other people at the prison were packing too. The war between Woodbury and The Prison had reached a breaking point. He had his dad's sheriff's hat on, he packed his rifle up and turned around to leave. Ben Heinrich watched with interest, T...