“I have your lab test back and everything seems normal. But...” Doctor Williams said giving that look while sitting behind his desk. You know the look, it’s the one every doctor gives a patient when they want to get their point across. Arms folded on the table, eyeglasses slipped low on their nose, giving that look of parent to child, as scores of sheepskin...
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...
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...
Sunday The hot morning sun hit me in the face as I stepped outside the cool hallway of our apartment building in central Hamburg. It was a warm Sunday morning in August and past 25 degrees Celcius already. We were late, much too late, as we had hurried down the stairs to the street where my yellow BMW Cabriolet was parked at the curb. It was 6:49 to be exa...
PART THREE: THE DECADENCE Ben St James could not concentrate in the lecture hall all morning. He couldn't wait to see Rebecca Simmonds at lunchtime. But for the first time in his life; it wasn't just the feelings he had for her, or her looks. It was more. A hunger. He need her; craved her. The night before they had spent four hours just having sex and smoki...
CHAPTER ONE: SOURCE The 38 year old in the black velvet figure hugging dress bit down on her full carmine lips. She needed a cigarette. Jane Matthews put down her half drunk glass of wine on the bar, and slipped quietly into the crowd. Her friends were all busy discussing the play. God how she hated the monthly staff trip to the theatre. Very occasionally...
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,...
I was lying in a hotel room bed, watching TV. I was waiting for two dancers to join me for an evening of fun. I had met them the night before at Valentine’s, a topless bar. Judy was nineteen. She had short blonde hair, was about 5’ 4” tall with a tight body, and had large perfectly round breasts, as large as cantaloupes that didn’t droop. Her friend, Sandy,...
December 14, 1987 Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up bibliothec, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian -- at least not while in a lover's company. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she ofte...
*Standard disclaimer. This story deals with a fetish in which men find attractive women who smoke incredibly sexy. I don't read comments so if this isn't your cup of tea, please find another story to read as whatever you say about your dear Aunt Millie who died of lung cancer will be ignored. If you also have the fetish, I hope you'll enjoy this tale. *****...