Novel & Cerita Smoke Stories

Andre’s knee nudging into his own, “wow…one smile from another man and you forget!all about me. I really thought—“ Dylan’s hand on Andre’s wrist stops his words. He feels like one more teasing sentence and he will actually burst into flames. " I wasn’t— “ Austin busts out laughing, “they’re the worst aren’t they? put these two in the same room and someone is always under their fire. You're lucky Jay isn’t here to join in, he loves egging their shit on.” A little relief blossoms at the mention of Jay.

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

He again takes out the cigarette while inhaling the smoke in and out. Jenny comes back and looks at Austin, who is smoking. She coughed while inhaling the smoke, placing her hand on her mouth. He turned back while looking at her before throwing the cigarette out of the room. “Smoking is injurious to health!” She muttered and approached while looking at him. He scoffed while looking on the other side before sharing a look with her. “But this is the only way to relieve stress!“ “Was that a bad nightmare? ” She pouted her lips.

Tension crackled electric, the small bathroom shrinking around us. He had whiskey on his breath, and the smell was almost hitting me in the face, his one hand against the counter by my side, as if he was trapping me. I did a very big gulp, the porcelain was very cool against my back, and my tank was rubbing against his chest with every shallow breath. Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house.

, I think aloud as I drift into slumber SMOKE'S POV "Good job Smoke, now don't touch me, you're covered in blood", Stephen let out a hardy laugh. He's right though, I just came back from a mission to wipe out a group of people. Not the best way to spend a cool evening but at least that's over with.

Max The smoke is thick in the fair making it nearly impossible to breathe. The flames are huge and hot, I don’t have much longer before the walls are gonna give in. I have to hurry, Sloane is unconscious in my arms as I try to navigate to the smoke and flames that now consume our family home. She doesn’t have her wolf yet, so if I don’t get her out of here soon, she could die. This day went from bad, to worse in a heartbeat and it’s not over yet.

“Good girl, Bunny.“ With her mouth still open, I puffed my vape and blew into her. Smoke dwindles around us. I do it to her again and again. Her lips touch mine, but I shove and use my tongue to transfer smoke to her. “Jace—“ Before she could even speak, I smoke shotgunned her again; her eyes started to roll in suffocation. She chokes and pants from the smoke. I had a puff and blew again. I could do this every day. It’s like two-timing my two addictions. Smoking and fucking Ingrid Bishop. I relentlessly do it to her again and again every time she tries to speak. And once I broke it off, she fell to the ground. Insatiable. I am insatiable. “I only heard of smoke shotgunning in the Gang,“ Jaxo

I threw on a simple tank top that rubbed against my bare tits and soft cotton shorts that clung to my ass, no bra, nipples already stiff from the morning chill. Downstairs the smell of coffee hit me hard and I heard Liam before I even saw my twenty-year-old son loud and excited, talking nonstop about his all-day gaming marathon with his online crew, his voice carrying through the kitchen like he owned the morning. Ryan came down right after, Liam’s cocky best friend who was crashing here for the whole summer. Shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, the thick outline of his cock hanging heavy and obvious, the fat head pressing against the gray fabric every time he moved.

Mr Smoke commended "Thanks, Smoke,well, I didn't spend up to six years mastering the course for nothing. I'm glad to be back here in Mexico to secure my country from miscreants," He said and they both laughed "Excellent, Mr Stones, excellent!" Mr Smokes clapped "Now, shall we begin?" Mr Stones asked with his eyes firmly fixed on Smoke who was very much excited by his presence

“Yup…don’t mind one. But I guess, you’ve come here for a smoke.” “Yeah, I of course, have. And I’ll have one…um…with the coffee. Coffee, smoke and…um…they go well.” “And?” she asked with furrowed brows. I had added that ‘and’ just in a flow, not exactly thinking what else went well with coffee and smoke, given our circumstances. “And what?” “You said, coffee, smoke and…and then you paused. And what?” she was trying to deconstruct it, her eye-brows raised.