THE MEETING I had woke up a bit earlier and was just lying in bed relaxing for a few moments before starting my day. My family had left for the day, my son and his wife at work, my grandsons at school. I decided to have a cigarette so I rolled out of bed and grabbed a pair of sleep shorts and put them on. I grabbed a cigarette and my sunglasses and headed out of the house. It was a perfect spring morning just the right te...

We met in a park and friendship developed, sharing the single-parent circumstance.  "You're trembling!" "Trying to quit smoking... for her."  Without warning, she exposed her breast.  "Whoa! What are-" "Trust me. It'll satisfy your urge." My lips latched onto her engorged breast. Sucking, tasting her milk calmed me within minutes. She stroked my hair. "Better?" I nodded, mouth full.  Over time, my compulsion to smoke morp...

Once upon a time, on a Saturday morning in the village of Wickware, Allison Crowley made breakfast for her husband and her neighbor, Duke Scoggins. Duke was her husband's best friend. He was an asshole at times, but mostly, he was a jerk. Duke got off on making lewd, crude, and sexual remarks towards Allison. Earlier this week, she reached her limit. Like thirsty ground needs rain, Allison needed to get even. This particu...

The trolley let Jack and Roxanne off a block from the Barcode Bar & Grill. They stepped into the balmy night. Roxanne lit a corked cigarette and grabbed jack’s hand, pulling him toward a half-built Uptown home. It was one of a few new constructions going up on the street. No doors or windows yet, but the house had a roof and walls. Jack smelled a mix of fresh paint and the trailing smoke of Roxanne’s square as they entere...

Stephan heard the front door close. His Aunt Rosie was leaving for the day. She wouldn’t be back until five or so. Wearing only loose boxers, he jumped from his bed. Stephan moved quickly down the hallway, his swinging cock growing with each step. Today would be the day. Stephan loved watching women smoke. He’d developed a strong fetish for it. It was so fucking naughty. These women were playing with, and controlling fire...

Quint’s eighteen-year-old stepdaughter Piper bounced through the front door of their home. With her came the sweet scent of body spray and suntan lotion. “Hi, daddy.” She set her backpack down and headed for the kitchen. His smoking fetish was instantly aroused. A few days earlier, Piper expressed a strong interest in smoking. Out of the blue, at the checkout line in the grocery store, she said, “Daddy, I love you, but I...

Val felt it approaching. Sitting at his computer, next to his sleeping wife, Val's body was firming for the pending eruption. On the screen before him was the most beautiful ebony female – sucking a white cock while halfway through a Newport. He’d paused the video at the part where she’d managed to get her amazing glossed lips over the cork of her cigarette and the tip of the guy’s cock at the same time. The Nubian beauty...

“Can we stop by the cigarette store daddy?” Lance’s young stepdaughter, Trina, couldn't have known what those words coming out of her soft eighteen year old mouth did to him. This is the first he’s hearing of her being a smoker. He thought he smelled the sweet mix of a previous cigarette and sweet body spray when she entered his truck. The odor, reaching his nostrils, touched him in a place that aroused him. Now, he knew...

I was staring at her again. She sat next to me on the back porch of the house we rented together. Her long midnight-colored hair cascaded over her left shoulder stark against her pale skin. Then her beautiful, hazel eyes blinked at me and her lips curled into a smile as she finished exhaling smoke. “Your hit,” she said to me as she handed me the pipe. I took the glass pipe from her along with the lighter. She smiled at me...

  Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God...

  Charlie had had a productive day, by his standards. He had finished sequencing another song, and was now sitting at his desk in his study sorting out some sundry paperwork. He was surprised Tracy was wasn’t back yet – it was nearly five o’clock. And after all she had been fired from her last job, hadn’t she? And it was just a job interview this morning, wasn’t it? Oh yes, she’d been in a bad mood first thing, hadn’t she...

  ‘Number One Ladies Detective Agency’ – so it actually exists, mused Tracy as she read the brass plaque on the door. Wasn’t there a TV programme or somefink? Oh, what the fuck… She rang the doorbell. It was answered by a strikingly attractive black woman – older than Tracy by a few years perhaps, but slender, glamorous, and with large breasts straining at the jacket of her rather fine red skirt suit. “Tracy? Come in. I’m...

  Tracy liked to smoke. And she liked to fuck. And she liked to smoke and fuck. And fuck and smoke. In fact, she loved smoking and fucking so much that fucking without smoking just wasn’t quite the same. Though smoking without fucking was still pretty fucking good. The only problem was, Tracy’s boyfriend Charlie didn’t like smoking and fucking. Don’t get me wrong – he liked fucking. But he didn’t like smoking. And he didn...