I have come to wonder if all the hubbub about smoking and second hand smoke is justified. Let's look at the facts; now I am not going to throw a bunch of numbers out there because anyone can make statistics work in their favor, I just want to open a few eyes. No I am not a scientist nor have I done any experiments to back my claim; it is just a little thing...
Chapter 15: Like Mother Like Son It was 7.45 a.m and all was quiet in the hotel. Only the silent apparitions , whose furs floated behind them rustling and leaving a faint rail of perfumed smoke, disturbed the still silence. Laura Deadorchid pressed the lift bell and squeezed Jennifer's hand. "That was awesome Jennifer..." she whispered, "...something tha...
Amber and I woke up in each other's arms the next morning. I kissed her on the forehead lightly and left a note on her bedside table. Although I would have loved to stay and make love to her again, with such a successful night before, I had no more supplies for day 2. Luckily I had my friends brother pick me up some 'harder' alcohol in case the softer stuf...
Sharon strolled through the room with confidence, noticing the eyes of many men and women on her as she sauntered to the bar. The red dress she wore barely reached her knees and hugged her body tightly, capped off with a dramatic plunged neckline to emphasize her healthy bosom. It had been two weeks since her encounter with Rich and Barb in their kitchen and...
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...
It's now been several years since Debby and I entered our new arrangement and it has worked out very well for us. Deb is in charge and I am still delighted to be her slave. Having a cigar-smoking, dominant woman for a wife was not something I ever would have dreamt that I wanted, but sometimes life takes us down paths that we never would have expected. We...
Chapter 2: Double Consumption During the last chapter, Darius reeled the torturous visuals of his pudgy co-worker, Deb, lavishing his cock. The flirty e-mails and ravenous looks she shot had him. His denials became obvious as he sought the offices of a Jamaican housewife. He diverted his crave. Though he had not admitted it, Pudgy weighted him. Twenty-four...
This story is fictional. All persons depicted are over the age of 18. All names have been changed to protect identities. This is the sequel to my previous story. If you haven't already read it, you may want to. * *DISCLAIMER* This story DOES contain instances of shit, piss, and vomit. If you're not into that, DO NOT read this story. If you are into that,...
This is a sequel to the story "The New Matilde". 1. Friday, August 28th: Hi. It's me again, Matilde Jørgensen, schoolteacher in Copenhagen, Denmark. And 30 (thirty!) years old later this autumn. My relationship with Thomas lasted around seven months. One day at the end of April he told me that he'd fallen for another woman and that "we" were over. Hi...
Karen was working late again. It was the third time this week, but she didn't mind. With no one in her drab little apartment to miss her she spent a lot of time at work. She didn't mind the extra hours, even though she was on salary and wasn't making extra money for the extra hours. Karen and Mike had broken up a couple of months ago, and ever since she hadn...