[erotic short story] *Alert: FICTION! Nothing here is 100% true, just fantasy mixed with reality lol [Cuckold] [smoking fetish] My boyfriend is a young, handsome, tall man, a standard man, intelligent and successful. But I really have a thing for older men. Over forty years old, hairy chest and clean shaven. I've never been with a mature guy who didn't know how to satisfy me, the older ones never let me down. These days I ordered a special delivery lol and I almost kissed the motorcycle courier… My number. He arrived on a motorbike, tattooed, smelling good, with that slight cigarette smell in his mouth, which I love. We had that typical phatic conversation, in the elevator, I was disconcerted. We greeted each other and it leaked. The next hour he left. I couldn't help myself, it was overflowing, climbing up the walls. His scent was on me... I sent a message praising the perfume. It smelled really good, not just the perfume, but that cigarette smell in your mouth too lol I love it!, I think it's charming. Well, that was Thursday, and today, Sunday night, I swear the only thoughts that come to mind are the memories of the intense orgasms he causes me. Yes, I cheated on my boyfriend, I actually cheated. This is the second case I have… Both just the way I like. Much older, they fuck me deliciously and give me intense and numerous orgasms. These are parentheses in my relationship, I prefer to call it that lol The first one lasted 3 dates, spaced out, and with this one I'm already on the second date. This guy, again, is my number. All the complaints I have about my boyfriend disappear when I'm with him. He treats me like a queen, and like a spoiled bitch at the same time lol he kneels and kisses my feet, my whole body. My pussy is dripping as I write this, I fucked it twice today and I know the third is coming. He is never tired to satisfy me. Whether in bed or anything else. Saturday I woke up at his house: the coffee was brewed, the hashish was high, he had taken a shower, smelling good, smoking a cigarette, eager to suck me, and say 'good morning' with a smile. And so he did. I came once, twice, he was not happy, fucking, he made me come three more times, the last time with him. There's simply no way not to experience this... My boyfriend hasn't made me cum for weeks now and he can't even stand to fuck me without getting tired many times. I can't wait to meet N again... If you've made it this far, leave a comment so I know what you think :) Thank you N and Miss Bira for inspiring me to write.