Now I’m a huge fan of large breasts and by and large a fan of huge breasts. So I consider myself very fortunate that my girlfriend Ingrid has got them in spades. Large breasts that is. They are exceedingly lovely, soft yet firm, they taste fresh and sweet like apples in springtime, with nipples I’ve named hope and loss.

I’m a writer, for which I apologize. A romance writer, since that’s the stories I wrote that got published first. And it’s no good in my mind to be an unread writer, so a romance writer is what I became. And a fairly successful one, so I can keep my girlfriend and myself in Mountain Dew and chocolate donuts, with a very comfortable house to have them in.

One of my favourite things to do with my girlfriend besides the obvious, is to sneak up behind her and very softly run my fingers along the back and side of her neck. This is an art unto itself and should be ideally done left handed. Unless of course you’re left handed, then do it with your right.

Ideally this will produce goose bumps and a low moan in your inamorata. There should be a hint of fingernails, even if yours are kept trim mostly like mine. She should melt against your body, and you should follow up with soft kisses behind her ear, and a whisper that she belongs to you, and that you want and need to fuck her. To feel your hard cock in her wonderfully soft pussy. Her breathing should be rapid at this point and it is not unseemly to take her full breasts in your hands and squeeze, while toying with her nipples with your fingertips.

Unfortunately I had just gotten to this point with Ingrid when the doorbell rang. “Ignore it” I hissed into her ear while biting the upper tip. She pushed me away and padded to the door, casting a smoldering look over her shoulder at me. She does smoldering well and she knows it.

Now perhaps you’re expecting a leather clad dominatrix to be revealed, 6 feet in high heeled thigh high boots but we, were not. Nonetheless the pretty brunette who bounced inside the door was wearing a leather skirt and a black leather vest but not boots, rather fuck me heels with little black straps wrapped up around her ankles calling attention to very nice legs and a cute little ass, but breasts that were no more than b cups.

She beamed at me; a mop of black curly hair shook on her head as nervously shifted from one foot to the other. When Ingrid asked her if she’d like a cup of coffee the girl started. I think she’d just realized Ingrid was there.

“Oh my god” she exclaimed. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” This might seem like an intuitive leap but I was wearing only boxer briefs and Ingrid was wearing only a black satin bra and red silk panties at the moment. We dress very casually at home, a perk of jobs that allow us to either telecommuter in her case or work at home in mine.

“I do?” I deadpanned. “I guess that would explain your state of undress, I thought you were just really warm.”

Ingrid poked me, hard, in the stomach. “Don’t mind him, he thinks he’s funny.”

“I know I’m funny” I corrected. Certified funny in three counties and one parish…”

”So honey” Ingrid continued talking over me, what brings you to our humble abode?”

“Well it’s real embarrassing; you see I’m a big fan of Mr. Alexander’s writing…”

“Don’t be so formal, you can call me your grace… ooof” this was as Ingrid’s lovely pointed elbow found its way halfway to my diaphragm.

“Just call him Tom, everyone else does.”

“Okay Tom’s writings, I just love the noir feel of them with the bad girls always smoking and getting so close to seducing the hero before he traps them and rescues his true love. The guys and girls are always talking cryptically and trading wisecracks, it’s so much better than any of the other romance crap that’s out there. And I hoped that if I met him, Tom I mean, and if I looked good, he might notice me. I just, oh it’s so embarrassing, but I just felt so close to him, you, Tom, whenever I would read or reread your books, I just

had to meet you.” Her eyes were shining, first with enthusiasm when she was describing my work and then with tears or embarrassment as she revealed her scheme.

But I didn’t know you had a girlfriend” she continued “you have to believe me. This is stupid enough without knocking on your door and interrupting you and her in the middle of …”

“More like the prelude or maybe the first chapter. Certainly not in res medias like you think.”

“Really” and her face lit up. She looked around 25 and her face revealed her moods completely, it was a pretty face, pale skin and pretty green eyes. Dainty little nose and mischievous smile. She set it off with bright red lipstick.

“No, I was actually inside her when you knocked. But she never orgasms so it’s fine.”

Ingrid’s smile froze on her face and she tried to elbow me again but I’d anticipated it and stepped smoothly to her side. She was off balance and fell against me. “See” I continued “she also has a bit of a balance problem and I’ve always suspected she’s slightly retarded…”

She stepped hard on my toes and my face went white and I bit my lip to smother any noise.

“Oh, I’m so sorry honey; you see how clumsy I am. Ooops I did it again, and the same foot too. I don’t know how you put up with me honey” Ingrid cooed at me while contriving to stomp my foot one more time “accidentally” but then she kissed me softly on my neck, in this spot right at the junction of neck and shoulder and I shivered. Then she scooted away and grabbed coffee for the girl who continued to look uncomfortable and out of place.

“What’s your name dear?” she asked.

“I’m, well people call me Goldie.”

”But what do your friends call you?” I asked her.

“They call me Goldie” and she stuck her tongue out at me. It was pierced, which I liked. Mine was pierced too but Ingrid had steadfastly refused to get anything else pierced, one of our longstanding disagreements.

“Perhaps you should find new ones” I suggested.

“Look is it okay if I smoke, I’m really embarrassed and it helps settle my nerves.” She looked back and forth between Ingrid and me, urging us with her eyes to let her smoke.

”I really don’t like smoke in the house” Ingrid started but I overruled saying “Go ahead, c’mon Ingrid of course she’s embarrassed, how would you feel if you’d come to throw yourself at the feet of some guy only to find he’s got a beautiful girlfriend.”

That satisfied Ingrid who blushed prettily and the girl, Goldie thanked me with her eyes, very pretty eyes too, hidden depths I imagined. She took a cigarette out of her pack and held it to her lips, lit it and inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled into the air. It was very sexy and her posture mirrored many of the characters I’d written about.

“Filthy habit” Ingrid said softly but it carried.

“No it’s not” Goldie protested, talking to Ingrid but making sure to keep eye contact with me. “Of course it’s not healthy, but it’s not filthy either. It’s very sexy, which is why I love how Tom’s always having his characters smoke, especially the bad girls and especially when they’re trying to seduce someone.”

She had really pretty eyes and they were very intent on me now, looking for something but I wasn’t sure what. She seemed a lot more confident now somehow, her voice was quietly insistent and very persuasive. Low and sexy, but very feminine. I agreed with her but that wasn’t the point, I found myself wanting to agree with her. I wondered how Ingrid was responding. Ingrid really didn’t like smoking, I don’t smoke myself but I’d asked her if she’d occasionally smoke in the bedroom but she had said no, vehemently. Another one of our tabled disagreements.

Now Goldie was speaking earnestly to Ingrid in her sweet, lilting voice that lapped gently against my mind “you wouldn’t understand being so pretty but a girl like me, who has to fight to get a man’s attention smoking really helps. There’s something just so sexy about smoking, so feminine and seductive, it really gets a man’s attention. And if you practice it, when you smoke you can get a man to focus completely on your lips, your mouth and he forgets everything else. Especially if you get a chance to exhale, you know blow smoke right in their face. Once the smoke washes over them, when they breathe in that

sweet smell they belong to you, and you alone no matter what went on before.”

Ostensibly she was talking to Ingrid but her eyes kept flicking back to mine, locking with mine and that was okay because I felt so relaxed when I looked in her eyes, it was so easy to just lose myself in that deep viridian haze.

“….Tom” I snapped myself out of my daydreams and noticed Goldie and Ingrid were

both trying to get my attention. Ingrid looked distinctly annoyed but Goldie looked rather self-satisfied.

“Tell her that smoking isn’t sexy and blowing smoke in a guys face would just piss him off, especially if he had a girlfriend.”

”Tell her that it’s just like your books; a sexy girl is even sexier when she’s smoking. And even the best guys can’t resist when a girl blows her smoke in their face, they just become putty in her hand.”

”Tom, tell her…”

”Tom, make her see…”

It was too much. Look, let’s settle this the easy way. I have a girlfriend who I love, you Ingrid, and Goldie’s smoking. She blows smoke in my face, nothing happens and you two can stop shouting at each other, and then Goldie, as nice as it’s been meeting you, I think you’d better go as Ingrid and I had some unfinished business to attend to. Is that okay with you Goldie?”

”Sure” she cooed “anything you say Tom.”

”Ingrid?”

”Look maybe this isn’t such a good idea…”

”Of course it is, don’t you trust Tom?”

“You know I do…”

”And you’ve been saying there’s nothing sexy about smoking so there’s no problem, unless you’re not really sure….”

”Fine, but I’ve been nothing but nice to you Goldie and you’re definitely playing some kind of game here, and you’re become really rude, so you’d better get out of here right after this little experiment.

“Fine, if you both want me to go after, I’ll go and never bother you guys again. I’m really sorry, I just felt something so strong when I read your books Tom” her voice broke and she took another long drag of her cigarette then slowly exhaled looking visibly calmer. I guess there was something relaxing about smoking after all, at least for her. She crooked a finger at me and signaled me to come to her.

I found myself walking towards her, and I realized I was hard. I hadn’t even thought about going to her I’d just responded to her signal. For the first time I was having second thoughts about this experiment and was about to say forget it when she took a long drag and leaned towards me. I tried to step away but she’d found my eyes with hers and it was suddenly hard to move. My body felt heavy and her eyes were so pretty, so green and deep. Then her lips were close to mine, smiling playfully and I felt myself smiling back. Then she pursed her lips, so sexy and blew a cloud of smoke gently across my face. My smile grew wider as the sweet smell tickled my nose and caressed my face. Her lips were

so close and shiny red. She smiled wider and I wanted to taste her. A part of me was saying no but it was submerged and far away, the rest of me was too aware of her eyes, lips and body warmth so close to mine.

“No” I said but softly. I tried to focus on …, on someone. There was someone I cared about. Someone with deep green eyes, no that wasn’t right. Someone with bright red lips…, no Ingrid. Yes, pretty Ingrid with full soft breasts and skin like apple. I blinked my eyes, and felt my mind clearing. But she, Goldie I mean, was still so close. I could smell her perfume, and the tight leather skirt looked so good on that tight little ass. And those eyes, those bright green eyes.

“Relax” she said to me, and it had the force of a command. I felt my renewed strength vanishing from my limbs. I wanted to lose, to forget, to be hers. Her eyes promised huge rewards for submission, forbidden pleasures. Dimly I heard Ingrid’s voice, felt her hand on my shoulder from miles away. Goldie licked her lips and my self control melted. I pulled her to me and kissed those beautiful sexy, red lips and tasted the smoke on her tongue. My hands cupper her ass, fingers lifting and sliding beneath her leather skirt, exploring her firm ass. She was breathing into my ear, “You’re mine. You belong completely to me, my good little boy. Such a good boy.” I loved the sound of her voice in my ear while I buried my face in her neck, bathed my mind in her scent.

My cock was hard against the leather of her skirt. Her body felt so good against mine while her fingernails traced the muscles of my arms and chest. Someone was trying to pry us apart, but I locked my strong arms around Goldie’s, squeezing her tight, crushing her against my chest. A familiar voice called my name, and I pulled myself away from her neck.

It was someone, someone I knew… Ingrid. She slapped me hard across the face, not kidding at all this time. “What the fuck is wrong with you, dry-humping this tramp in front of me? Snap out of it and tell me what she’s done to you?”

I tried to explain, but I couldn’t get my voice, my thoughts to work. “…Ingrid…” was all I managed. But I wanted to explain. Seeing her reminded me that I loved her, I didn’t want to hurt her. Tears streaked her face while anger seared her voice.

“You bitch!” she cried out. She grabbed Goldie by the hair and threw her against the wall. She pinned Goldie there, she was taller and stronger. Holding her hair still with one hand, Ingrid slapped Goldie hard across the face, her indigo fingernails scarlet with blood.

“I wasn’t doing nothing” she protested. “I was just proving my point, no one can resist having smoke blown in their face, not even a guy who loves his girlfriend. Or even a girlfriend who loves her man. So why don’t you just take it easy. Just relax, okay?” She was trying to seduce Ingrid while I watched, leaning her mouth close to Ingrid’s while she talked. Ingrid’s face was slowly going slack, her eyes going wide and locked on Goldie’s eyes. I wanted to interfere, but her voice had this enervating effect on me, draining the strength from my limbs. And I was getting turned on, watching her seduce Ingrid in front of me, feeling helpless to stop it, all of it was hot as hell. My cock throbbed in my pants, absentmindedly I ran my hand over the front of my jeans.

Ingrid’s grip on Goldi’s hair slackened, then both of her arms fell to her sides. Goldi was inhaling on her cigarette again, then she blew the smoke across Ingrid’s face. Ingrid’s eyes were locked on Goldi’s by now, and I could see her body shudder with arousal. I knew those signs well and I ached to run my hands over her full breasts, play with her hard nipples, so thick and warm to the touch. I inhaled her perfume and realized I was in fact behind her, my arms around her, running over that perfect chest. Goldi smiled at me, those bright eyes quickening my pulse. She licked her lips and slid her hand between Ingrid’s legs, at which Ingrid moaned softly. I kissed Ingrid’s neck and breathed softly on the back of her ear. She moaned louder. Now Goldi slid her hand underneath Ingrid’s panties, stroking her clit with finger. Ingrid’s eyes rolled back in her head, breath coming in gasps and pants.

“You want to be a good little girl for me, don’t you?” Goldi asked seductively.

“Yes” Ingrid panted.

“And you want to come so bad, especially to my touch.”

”Yes, oh god yes.”

“Good. And you know when you come, you’ll give yourself completely to me. Totally, completely and helplessly under my spell.”

“Yes, please God, yes, yes, just let me come.”

“Good girl. When I blow smoke in your face again, you’ll come for me, and it will feel better than any and every orgasm you’ve ever had. On the count of five you’ll come for me, and you’ll feel it through every part of your body, when the smoke washes over your face it will be too much, you’ll go over the edge and your whole body will spasm for me. That will be a sign of my taking over your body, the way I’ve taken over your mind. And that will get you so hot, so incredibly aroused that you’ll spill for me. Cum for me. Give yourself over to me, completely and utterly. Now, one, two, three, four…” And she inhaled one more time on her cigarette and exhaled the smoke into Ingrid’s face, some of it spilling past Ingrid to wash over me. “Five” and she smiled at the two of us.

Suddenly Ingrid’s body spasmed under my hands, her legs must of went weak because she collapsed into me. I could barely hold her up as I felt my legs tremble as well. Clumsily we spilled to the ground, ending up at Goldi’s feet. I had a nice view of what was or rather wasn’t beneath her skirt. Her sex winked at me. I forgot everything but my desire to lick, to taste that sweet pussy staring at me.

I grabbed her legs with both hands and puller her to me and me to her. I brought my mouth to her thighs, kissing her inner thigh, implicitly asking permission. When she clutched my hair in her hands and yanked me into her I grew even harder. I licked her, running my tongue along her fold. She urged me deeper and I probed inside with long licks. She let go of my hair but I only pushed my face deeper into her body, licking even more urgently, wanting to bring her to climax.

I lost track of time, space, couldn’t tell you where I was or what day it might be. There was only the now of her smell, her taste, the feel of her thighs squeezed tight over my ears, the legs wrapped over my back, heels digging into my back.

Then she spasmed beneath me, if she screamed her climax I couldn’t hear with my ears muffled, but she pushed me away with her hand. I lay at her feet then, kissing them. I felt this overwhelming need to touch her, desperate for the contact of the body I adored. I knew this need was irrational somehow, I remembered I’d only met her an hour ago, but it didn’t matter. I found her breathtakingly beautiful, and hungered for her touch, her flesh, her approval. Then I smelt a familiar perfume and realized Ingrid was next to me kissing Goldi’s other foot.

“Good, good slaves. You’ve both made me very happy today. Now when I snap my fingers you will wake up, you won’t remember any of this. Only you will find me so very sexy, both of you, though you’ll try and hide it from your partner, you’ll both find yourself thinking of me. Needing to get in contact with me. You’ll try and hide it, try and fight it, but eventually you’ll become obsessed with me. Doesn’t that sound nice my slaves?”

“Yes Goldi” we said in unison.

She snapped her fingers and a wave of disorientation crashed over me. I opened my eyes, and for a second I couldn’t recall where I was. Then I noticed a gorgeous young lady, smaller breasts than I usually like but it looked fine on her. Amazing legs and a great ass filled out her leather skirt, but it was the lips and eyes that captivated me. She smiled, my heart lifted. I looked over at my girlfriend and even she seemed to notice the girl’s looks.

“You guys are yawning and blinking already, I’d better go.”

We started to protest like good hosts but she was undettered.

“No really, it’s better if I go. Here’s my card, call me, maybe we can do this again sometime.” And then she flounced out, I tried not to stare at her ass as she left as Ingrid was right there, but I think she caught me. For a second I thought Ingrid was staring too, but… nahhh.