I’m not saying cigs can’t be sexy, held in the right hands. Obviously, an attractive chick smoking right away signals: this girl has an oral habit that must be fed. This is not a bad thing to be disdained or dismissed in any way. On the contrary, it should be cherished. At least in young, attractive girls. Older chicks who smoke tend to get stretch marks around their lips. Its absolutely true, and really disgusting.

But in everyday life, cigs are usually held by some asinine fuckhead who gets his cancer stink all over your clothes and hair, ruins the taste of food and is just generally obnoxious.
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Brianna the Babysitter 1

by Marie LeClare

Starting this new job, selling cosmetics door to door, meant everything to me, and I had rehearsed my little speech many times. Hi, I’m Brianna with Koscot cosmetics and we’re canvassing the community. So I was prepared when I started up the walk to the front door of white stucco townhouse, my first prospect.

What I wasn’t prepared for was what I found inside.

As I knocked on the door, it opened slightly, as if it had been closed hurriedly and not locked.

Knocking again, and entering, I yelled out “hello”, over the sound of what appeared to be a lesbian porno video playing on the television set. Turning the corner to the living room I spotted her. There she was sprawled out on the couch, eyes closed, completely naked with the dildo plunging in and out of her beautiful pussy, allowing soft moans to escape her mouth.
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Meeting Marly at the Mall Again

by Marie LeClare

Thinking to herself Marly is startled.

There she is again. That beautiful woman from last week. Ever since I saw her last Saturday in the shop, I haven’t stopped thinking about her.

She was touching herself behind a rack of clothes when I first saw her, and after what she had done to me in the alterations room was so neat, I had the greatest climax of my life. It was the most incredible experience and I didn’t even know her name, or if I would ever see her again.

There she is again. She is looking straight at me, just like the way she did last week. She’s asking me if there is someone who can do some alterations for her. She seems so calm, without the guilty look she had last week when I caught her doing something she shouldn’t.

As she follows me I lead her to the alterations room and unlock the door. Entering like the week before and as I lock us in, she turns me around and I feel her lips on mine. Giving me the softest, gentlest kiss that makes my lips melt. No boy has ever kissed me like this, it makes me feel so warm and neat inside.

She runs her hands down the sides of my blouse and makes my skin tingle. What is she doing now? Oh, the buttons. As she starts to undo the buttons, I hold her hand and stop her going further.
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Bookstore

by Marie LeClare

I totally love bookstores. I can get lost among the shelves of books and magazines for hours, and usually leave with armload full of reading material. So when the new bookstore opened at the mall I was in seventh heaven, and made that my favorite place to shop.

It was huge. I had never seen so many books and magazines from all over the world, under one roof. They had little pods with tables and chairs where you could sit, if you wanted to, and read. They even had an adults only section stuck way in the back. I didn’t actually head that way when I entered the store, but I managed to find myself there before I was finished shopping.

The elderly gentleman who ran the place, looked like Santa Claus, and was always friendly and pleasant with a happy welcome greeting. He was usually sitting at the front checkout counter, sometimes hidden by a stack of books.
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