I’ve never smoked but I had a really close friend that did for many years. She was pretty much the embodiment of sexy to me, though nothing romantic ever happened between us (I’m a lesbian, but she was not). I’m not sure if I developed a full on smoking fetish because of her, or if that is just what made it really take off. I currently cannot have an orgasm unless I’m at the very least thinking/imagining it now, something that is a little TOO dominating for my sex life to handle. A few minutes later Laura was still smoking her cigar, the cigar was now about 6″ long, she held it in her mouth, her hands reached down, each hand grabbed a nipple and started to tease, rub and tug. Laura could feel the vibes of excitement running through her body. The cigar was drew on heavily as she did this. Her slim tiny lips wrapped around the cigar, her lip grip was tightened, she took a inhale of smoke, her lip grip was relaxed then a could of smoke drifted from her mouth.

I thought so, but I just thought I’d ask,” she finally said, after we stared at each other on and off for a minute or so. Marin paused to reflect a bit on what her daughter was saying. Truth be told, Mika was right: my god, there were times when those Newports felt like her only friends and her only source of comfort. She had started smoking when she was 15. An only child, both her parents smoked, and quite literally every single adult relative smoked. Her mother was the eldest sister in her family, and the house was always full in aunts, uncles, cousins, and smoke. Marin in a weird way considered herself a smoker long before she mustered up the nerve to steal one of her mother's Salem Lights and run up to the bathroom to try it. Even while she endured a strong wave of nausea after just two inhales, she knew - those first two drags confirmed for her that she was not just someone who was trying smoking, but a smoker, probably for life. She grew increasingly bold in her pilfering, and soon realized that she was addicted - those days in school when the need gnawed at her, consumed her and kept her from concentrating on anything but that cigarette on the park bench as she walked home proved that. She was committed mentally and now physically to her cigarettes and they had already become her welcome friend and comfort. Pour me a glass of what you are having and we'll discuss it," he said, walking into her living room and seating himself. Karen fetched a glass, poured generously from the bottle, and returned to the couch. They exchanged cheers, clinking glasses, and warmly smiled at each other. Sarah’s secret desire – Smoking Fetish Story When I put up the post that led you here, I hadn’t yet written this story. I didn’t know how bad I would get. Well let me tell you, folks…IT’S BAD!!! Please don’t continue reading unless really hard core stuff turns you on. Besides the usual disgusting lung stuff, there’s...Well, you are unusual in that, Tommy. Steve absolutely hates it. Have you ever had a smoking girlfriend?" she asked. He shook his head. Mika smoked another later that night and was still quite buzzed and a bit nauseous when she crawled into bed, but she felt good about trying something she'd long thought about, even fantasized about. She was not put off at all by the nausea and shakiness, and looked forward to what tomorrow would bring. Laura loved having her nipples tweaked, her husband Phil would spend hours doing it, Laura enjoyed this more than sex, oral sex or most other things.

Dan, a man she met at a bar several months ago, was coming over in the next hour. The first three dates had been delightful. The last date even proved they were a terrific match in bed. His kisses were amazing, and she had never quite experienced his level of expertise at eating her well-trimmed pussy. She had just poured her second glass of wine when the doorbell rang. She walked over to the entryway and opened the door. Dan stood there looking at her with his strikingly pronounced features that stood out in the dimly lit entryway. Just shy of six feet tall, his height implied a towering but subtle dominance. With broad shoulders, he appeared to be built and robust, giving him a commanding and assured stance. His reasonably fit arms seemed to hint at his adherence to fitness and indicated that he took care of his physique. I know all those things, Mom, but when I see you smoking, I want to join you, I want it too, I want that moment of calm and relief, and I really only am thinking about occasionally having a cigarette," Mika said.Laura could feel the breeze on her naked body, it felt exhilarating. It felt could, kind of like blowing away the cobwebs. Laura lay there and took a couple more draws off her cigar. Of course, I think you know where it is in the workshop," she said, "time for a beer?" He grinned in return. He nodded again, though a tinge of embarrassment gave his face a light shade of red. Karen instantly regretted her judgmental tone. Laura always smoked cigars at home, the stronger taste was had a more lasting fix than the cigarette’s. Also there neighbour smoked cigars so the smell of cigars often drifted in to there garden and house. fictional. Bethany’s Mom Smokes for Her Man By Varian Milagro http://varianm.blogspot.com/ Chapter 1

It was a little later than normal for me to go to the gas station, but that was where I was headed. The drive was a little longer as well, but I enjoyed it, rolling my window down and enjoying a cigarette. My arms were a bit chilly with the cool night air coming through the car, but I just turned the heat up and went with it. I enjoyed listening to music while I drove, tapping my finger to the beat on my steering wheel. A Cig is a Schoolgirl’s Best Friend! – Smoking Fetish Story I thought you might like to hear my story of how and why I first started to smoke. I live in England and am 17. Three years ago I moved with my family from Leeds to Manchester. Of course, such a long distance move meant that I would have to... Mika paused and said "I'm comfortable, Mom. I don't know whether I'll smoke, but It's my business, not theirs. I want to have my cigarettes with me."Oh, not at all, I really don't mind," he stammered. "I don't get why people have to be such assholes." Mrs...I mean, Jill, of course, you are. I've always thought you were very pretty," he blushed. Jill smiled. The most I had to do was get up and take my coffee outside to sit on the balcony and have my cigarettes. I wished I could just smoke inside, like when I was with Jason. I would sit, usually naked, on his couch and smoke as much as I wanted while being as lazy as possible. He loved it and would spoil me while I did. Sadly, Jason had to move away for work and there was no way I was going to return to living with my parents. That meant at the last minute I was made to get this strictly non-smoking apartment. That was a few years ago now and he was the last man I had been with. The breakup had been hard since neither of us wanted to deal with long distance. Well, you are kind. I appreciate you keeping my secret and sharing your thoughts with me," she patted his leg reassuringly. He blushed again.