” “You said Dan had a date tonight?” “I think maybe, tonight or tomorrow afternoon; I don’t really know.” “You guys aren’t talking the...e days?” “Oh no, we are getting on great, but Dan is never certain about Artsy, his friend.” “Artsy?” “That’s just what we call her between us, I don’t know her name. Dan met her when I was staying here one time. She is an artist; works at a gallery downtown.” “They date?” “They dated a few times until she found out about Dan and me. They are still friends and. At an early age, Stephan came to see; that cigarettes in a woman’s possession was unthinkable power and responsibility. Sexual power in a purse or a cigarette case.How do they not orgasm just from lighting up?His fetish was so strong, that the mere sight of an ashtray full of used corks would evoke an erection. An empty pack of Newports on the shoulder of the road, Stephan’s cock was hard instantly. A Marlboro Light cigarette butt adorned with ruby red lipstick, pushed into sand at the beach,. As I became more comfortable and excited, I would even breathe heavily and moan during my private moments. I guess I’m a bit of an exhibitionist after all.Perhaps because of the lockdown, my mind started to wander. What if we were stuck here for years? What would happen if we both became so horny and frustrated in this confined space? When I was in my normal state, those thoughts made no sense, but when I was turned on (which was most of the time), I sort of entertained those thoughts. Her bare tits hung down, making them look even bigger than they were. Her legs were spread wide open and bent up to the middle of her back, baring her nether regions for all to see. She was just hanging there swinging from the end of the rope, helpless to defend herself.Max walked back over to the cabinet and grabbed a small box that he had pulled out. He then pushed the button for the rope and lifted cynful up so he could reach her tits without bending over. When he had her where he wanted her.