This is the continuation of the stories "The New Matilde" and "The New Matilde - 11 Months Later". 1. Friday, May 15th: It's Friday, 4.15 p.m. and I'm exhausted. Exactly as exhausted as you'd be if you just spent a week on a field trip with 23 13-year-olds in the countryside in Jutland. The last two days I was alone with them, as my colleague Anders ha...
My wife and I were living a pretty happy life together in our early 30s. Even after five years of marriage we had plenty to talk about, had lots of fun going out or staying in together, and still found time to have sex at least two or three times every week. We were both still fairly attractive and youthful for our age. Sure I had put on a few pounds, and su...
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...
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...
Let me begin by saying YES there are spelling errors, errors in grammar, and run on dialog. I did have a volunteer editor review this. I did have others on another hosting site offer comments and critique. I did my best to take that into consideration and make changes. I am not an English lit grad. I just feel that since I read and comment on others work I s...
1. Friday My name is Matilde. Matilde Jørgensen. I'm a 28-year-old schoolteacher with an interesting and challenging job at a local school at Frederiksberg in Copenhagen, Denmark. I live in a cosy two-room apartment with a balcony close to the Assistens churchyard and I have everything one could wish for. Except for a nice boyfriend. And that seems som...
We had been in touch now for what seemed like months, exchanging emails and an occasional phone call. Sharing our deepest fantasies. We shared detailed descriptions of our extreme indulgence and servitude to our sexy 120s. I was confident that tonight would be the beginning of a relationship I had been seeking for a long time. I had found someone who loved a...
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 NINE: Strike Dear Mistress and Cure his Heart Martin Coombes trembled in anticipation of the packet in his pocket. How he managed to walk in the shop, order the Marlboro Lights and pay for them without fainting he didn't know; but now his heart was hurting it was banging so fast. He had cigarettes. He kept saying it to himself. It thrilled him to k...
Gary Franks was simply amazed. Fully aware of the smoking policies for the building he worked in he, couldn't help but be amazed at the timeless endurance of what he called The Smoking Club. They weren't a real club that Gary knew of, more a collection of individuals that, rain or shine, hot or cold, calm or windy, would congregate along a single portion of...