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[Story] Angel's Education

Angel's Education: The Epiphany, The Video, Her Emerging Fetish, And The Vice-Principal.
[An Addendum to a previously published erotic story, by the author “Luthor,” entitled “The Reverend’s Little Angel.”]
Het, smoking fetish, M/f, older male/younger female, submissive female,

A smoking fetish short story replete with teasing, clothed sex, clothed hand jobs, masturbation and facials.

By George Tyerbyter—aka Mick Carlo.

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I don’t want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your
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Posted by GeorgeTyerbyter 10 months ago  |  3

[Story] Smoke Dreams

"Smoke Dreams: A Peek Into The Tortured Soul And Twisted Mind Of A Smoke Fetishist"


Author's Note:

What you are about to read is a letter I wrote to a talented erotic story writer who posts his stories at a prominent smoking fetish forum. I penned the following smoking fetish autobiographical account originally as a response to private message he sent to me—a message within which he related a real-life story—an event that happened to him in high school. I am not posting that portion of the private message here because I don't have his permission to do so.

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Posted by GeorgeTyerbyter 1 year ago

Smoke Dreams

Smoke Dreams: A Peek Into The Tortured Soul And Twisted Mind Of A Smoke Fetishist

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Author's Note:

What you are about to read is a letter I wrote to a talented erotic story writer who posts his stories at a prominent smoking fetish forum. I penned the following smoking fetish autobiographical account originally as a response to private message he sent to me—a message within which he related a real-life story—an event that happened to him in high school. I am not posting that portion of the private message here because I don't have his permissio... Continue»
Posted by GeorgeTyerbyter 1 year ago

[Story] Bad Girl Smokes and Jerks Off Daddy


PLEASE NOTE: I am not the author of the following erotic story.


At last it was Friday evening. She parked the Porsche – a nearly useless status symbol in the Capital’s crawl, but it put the alpha-males’ noses out of joint; showed them who was boss – in the marked bay and hurried through the subterranean level to the lift. Sweet anticipation fluttered deep in the pit of her stomach, a tickle of expectation that sluiced desire into her already sodden underwear as the elevator transported her upwards, towards her London pied-a-terre. In the flat, the penthouse apartment naturally, she igno... Continue»
Posted by GeorgeTyerbyter 1 year ago  |  3
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