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 a writer sometimes your mind wanders to a "wouldn't it be weird if" type scenarios and in this story I have tried to explore how a woman might feel in a man's body, and vice versa. I fully accept that the vehicle used to make it happen is a little far fetched, or perhaps it can be chalked up to 'artistic license.' Hope you enjoy and any constructive feedb...
Synopsis Client and escort both get turned on during a smoking blow-job session * My client told me that he'd been looking forward to this day like no other. He'd booked a session with me, a couple of days earlier, and he said he was desperate to see me. He said that just chatting to me on the phone about the arrangements for our meeting had been an amaz...
Gazing at the faint sunlight trying to penetrate its way into the darkness of Kevin's flophouse through the stained shades covering every visible window, I had already accepted that Amber and I were going to miss class that day. I joined Amber on the couch after she'd passed out following being shot up with heroin and double-penetrated the previous afternoon...
©2014 Dainii, all rights reserved Summer Lovin Story Contest 2014 I could see the dust plume coming from a ways off. Eventually I could make out the rusty Ford pickup truck kickin it all up as it moved down the country lane. Glanced at my watch, after rubbing the dirt off of it, and sure enough, it was time for lunch. I stopped the tractor, and then tur...
It was all set up my perfect fantasy. One black man and a white man all at once. I had done threesomes before but always with either two white or two black guys. Now I get one of each. The boys didn't know each other, but they both agreed to give it a go for me. Nick (the white guy) had already arrived. We were sitting in the living room smoking the first o...
Running all over the Hood. Catching law-breaking Black men. And punishing them the best way I know how. That's what I do. I love to make them change their ways. This looks like a job for me, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Rhonda Jackson. I was born and raised in the City of Detroit, way down in the State of Michigan. My parents Antoine Jackson and Andrea M...
*Standard Warning. This story deals with the fetish of attractive women who smoke. If that offends you, please move on to other stories. For my friends who share my fetish, this one also incorporates my only other fetish, a love of all things form-fitting and knit with ribbed-knit tops and sweaters well, topping the list. If that's not your thing, just subst...
So, I was in my bedroom when Madeleine breezed in. "Are you jackin' off?" she asked me cheerily. "Uh, not yet." "Well maybe we should get you started." "You crack me up, Maddy." Madeleine is a slender woman of average height or so, with short, curly dark hair and smallish breasts set into a broad chest. At this moment, she was wearing a bra and a pair of...
As the early morning Florida sun peeked through the window, Holly Chase opened her eyes and looked at the alarm clock. It was just after 6:30. In the master bedroom, she could hear her older sister giggling like a little girl, and what seemed to be moaning from her 18 year old nephew. As soon as her head hit the pillow, the little hard body blonde was out co...