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...
The Second Story: Give It Up For Me, Babe Claire: I love my husband. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for him. Not one single thing in the world. But, with that being said. There is something I haven't quite been able to manage to do yet. Quit smoking. Yes, I admit it. I'm a smoker. I've tried everything. The patches, the gum, the pills, quitting cold tu...
Dear Shoeblossom I am an experienced master who got his start in his hometown of Bombay. For some weird reason, fat, entitled American expatriate women love to subjugate themselves before Master Dwali... Finally, I fell in love with Carolyn, who was rich and a true pain slut. Caro brought me home to her Michigan hometown, and here we settled. Things have...
As I sat on the toilet leaking Dave's cum into the pan I looked down at the piece of paper he had handed me. I opened it and smiled as I read his number in my head. I didn't want to call him, but deep down inside I knew I would. Dave had ignited something within in me that I was too young and inexperienced too understand. He had created a hunger, a feeling...
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...
All persons in this story are 18 years of age or older. It was like any other Monday morning as I rolled out of bed, showered and got dressed for school. My mother as usual had already left for work and I entered the kitchen for my morning ritual of caffeine and nicotine. I poured the freshly made coffee into my favourite mug and then sat down at the kitche...
First of all, a big thank you to AsylumSeeker for editing this story and valuable advice - it made, to my mind, a huge difference in how the story reads. Secondly, a note to the reader. This story is part of a series of stories revolving around a family of witches, for want of a better word. Their origins and powers will be hinted at throughout the course o...
This story is humbly dedicated to Lucian. Two millenia ago, he wrote a tale of Ancient Egypt we know today as 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice.' "Oh, darling. Not tonight. I'm so tired." Belinda smiled sleepily at her husband. Once again, his fingers had been roving over her body in an obvious attempt to initiate sex. Now those fingers stopped and withdrew. Simon...
Author's Note: Fair warning, if mentioning church bothers you, then take a pass on this story, because Wilson is corrupting a nice, church-going girl. ***** Wilson puffed once before softly inhaled another lungful of tobacco. The first puff heated up the cheery tip of his cigarette and released a little cloud of smoke before he filled his lungs with the se...
CHAPTER TEN: Born Again Mrs Coombes stood outside the Victorian restaurant conversion and placed her glass down at the table . The heaters were on outside, but it was now dipping to zero again and her husband already was excited as even her breath looked like an exhale of smoke. They were alone outside, apart from a waiter clearing up glasses from the terra...