Bazzle

This is another of my looks behind the curtains of the gorgeous girls that grace our screens for our pleasure, more often than not with a cigarette between their lips.

GirlyBlahaj

Maxine is a twenty-three-year-old blonde from Ukraine. She currently smokes around fifteen to twenty Davidoffs a day. She would love to smoke Marlboro’s, but they are far more expensive for her to smoke.

Her socials are : -

https://www.reddit.com/user/GirlyBlahaj/ u/GirlyBlahaj

Maxine has technically been smoking for nine years, but actually the habit has really only taken off in the past few months. She has always been fascinated with cigarettes. At fourteen she tried to smoke because she saw some of the edgy cool kids at school smoking. She loved the idea of being like them. Her first ever cigarette was a West. Because that was what the others were smoking.

However, for all the love and curiosity about smoking cigarettes, Maxine lived with her extremely strict parents. There was no way that she could smoke in front of them. So, she did it sporadically and in secret as and when she could.

Rolling forward to today, Maxine is suffering from depression. Living in a war zone, suffering from loneliness and being in such a “shitty situation”. Cigarettes and anti-depression tablets are keeping her going. She is the first to admit that smoking cigarettes is still relatively new to her. She is still learning to perfect her style and to actually inhale.

However, for all of that, cigarettes have become her saviour. They help her relax and make her feel better. Holding a filter between her fingers also turns her on. The feeling has happened since she was a teen. She is convinced that she has the smoking fetish. The idea of lighting a cigarette just makes her sexually excited.

With the decision made to smoke. Maxine started smoking just five a day, but as the weeks have progressed, she has slowly got better and more confident with a cigarette between her fingers and lips to often smoke a pack a day. Maxine just loves to smoke.

When she came out as a smoker, her parents were aghast, but as she was an adult, they couldn’t do very much, other than ask her to quit. Her friends mostly don’t care and like her parents at the very beginning they tried to make her quit.

Maxine sees the best thing about smoking is that it's a way of communication for her. Lighting a cigarette is perfect for quick breaks and relaxes her so much, also it helps her cope with the war time induced depression.

The worth thing about smoking for her is the fact that it has become less popular because of anti-smoking propaganda.

The only thing she sees as a downside of her smoking is her yellowing teeth. They are yellow because she is smoking a lot when she is nervous.

Maxine looked for the smoking fetish once she had properly started because deep down, she knew that she already had fetish as since her teenage years when she first tried smoking she felt an interesting sense of sexual arousal.

And today, it still does, the idea and the process of actually smoking excites her so much.

Her other personal kinks other than smoking are dabbling in the emo /goth/ scene type of style. Maxine is collecting tattoos and with her dabbling in the furry scene, likes to be a fox, and often wears the ears, and has a tattoo of paw print on her hand.

Maxine early on tried to follow her parents and friends’ advice and quit. But there was a small problem. When she tried to quit smoking, she started getting dreams of herself buying cigarettes and smoking. The moment she woke up she realised that smoking had already become a part of her subconsciousness because even in her sleep she sees dreams featuring herself smoking.

Maxine knew that she was properly addicted to smoking when she tried to skip a cigarette break. She then felt dizzy and tired. She knew something was wrong and when she smoked again all the symptoms disappeared and were replaced with pleasure. She knew that she had to keep smoking.

Currently Maxine does not monetise sharing her enjoyment of her habit. Firstly, because of the problem of withdrawing money in Ukraine she currently doesn't know how to organise this. Secondly, and understandably she is also a little scared of doing OF because she has a job and if they find out she is doing that, she is convinced that they will fire her.

Looking to the future, and her cigarette habit. She could potentially quit for love. If her boyfriend would beg her to quit smoking, she would do that because she is very loyal to those who truly love her.

That isn’t a problem at the moment because she doesn't have a boyfriend and in reality, she doesn't think a guy would ever ask her to stop smoking because lighting a cigarette is such a sexual turn on for her, that he would soon find out that he is equally pleased to have sex with her.

As for the moment, with the threat of bombs and drones, Maxine will keep lighting up and enjoying her addiction, getting through the day one cigarette at a time.

This is another of my looks behind the curtains of the gorgeous girls that grace our screens for our pleasure, more often than not with a cigarette between their lips.

SmokingPet

SmokingPet is a slim twenty eight year old German who lives in Scandinavia. She enjoys the pleasure of smoking and wearing latex. She smokes around thirty Eve120’s a day. She needs to earn some money because she currently spends around $900 a month just on smoking. She is working two jobs up to eighty hours a week and would love to smoke more a day but cannot because of the cost.

Her content is sexy smoke filled and latex clad.

Her Socials are ➖

Reddit https://www.reddit.com/user/smokingpet/ u/smokingpet

Insta https://www.instagram.com/smoking_pet

OnlyFans https://onlyfans.com/smokingpet

Her smoking journey started with peer pressure around the age of fourteen, as with everyone else she had to cough for the first time but at that moment she knew that smoking was her life. At first her parents were not happy, but they soon got over it.

From the first time she inhaled, she knew that she was going to be a smoker.

She could afford to buy her cigarettes when she was sixteen, as she started her first holiday job. Before that she would get them from older people who were watching her smoke. Her habit slowly crept up from that.

Her fascination with latex came from her partner. He introduced her to the idea of wearing it, and she now has it on every day. Even for work, she just loves the feel of it on her body.

She smokes because the nicotine satisfies her however when others observe her smoking. It is just art.

The most intimate thing she has done whilst smoking with her partner was put a lit cigarette in every hole, from her mouth, to her urethra, her vagina and anus and tried to smoke them all. She felt it was an incredibly intimate moment with her partner, but equally extremely funny.

Regarding intimacy, SmokingPet has to have a cigarette lit during sex, if the cigarette finishes before she has come, she will light another one and keep lighting up and smoking until she and her partner have come. She cannot have sex without smoke.

The need to smoke also comes as she prefers to smoke two at the same time because she is now finding that the Eve 120s whilst sexy and elegant are not strong enough.

The worst thing about smoking for SmokingPet is not having a cigarette lit between her fingers. It's not a nice feeling at all. She will start with her first cigarette of the day at six in the morning and her last will be just before bed at ten.

She had found that she only coughs if she has smoked six or seven cigarettes one after the other, apart from that she doesn't think she is badly affected by smoking. This is partly because she has no bench mark to determine otherwise. She has determined that she will never stop smoking.

SmokingPet found the smoking fetish because her friends said she looked incredibly sexy with a cigarette, so she went to research it. She started her OnlyFans to generate more cash, so that she can smoke more.

For her the dream is letting her body to smoke so that it could penetrate into every pore of in her body and that the smoke would become one with her.

Looking to the future, SmokingPet just wants to smoke.

This is another of my looks behind the curtains of the gorgeous girls that grace our screens for our pleasure, more often than not with a cigarette between their lips.

Smoking Claudia

Claudia is a slim thirty-one year old light brown haired single woman from France. She works in human resources and smokes between thirty and forty Vogues a day. They are a French, slim, all white cigarette.

Her socials are

https://www.reddit.com/u/Basic-Ask8137/ or u/Basic-Ask8137

Her smoking journey started when she was fourteen. She wanted to be all grown up like the adults around her. As a young teen the taste of the smoke on her pallet was nice, and she is convinced that she was quickly addicted. She smoked up to fifteen cigarettes a day during high school. So much so that she was classed as the “smoker” of the school.

Even though all the teachers and friends knew she smoked, she was in a lucky position, she was quite pretty and popular, she also wasn't left out of sports, quite the opposite. Claudia was rather athletic.

Her family didn't like the idea of her smoking at all, and she went to great lengths to try to hide it from them at first. However little by little her mother found her pack of cigarettes, then another, and so on. Claudia could no longer justify herself by saying they belonged to friends. She had to admit that yes, she was a smoker. She bought cigarettes with her pocket money. She was in a very lucky position, coming from a fairly well-off family, money wasn't necessarily a problem. Also back then tobacco was much cheaper back then!

At school she also managed to "encourage" some of her friends to smoke, so Claudia wouldn't be the only one smoking during her school breaks, but her friends were only social smokers and going forward there was no addiction for them.

The habit of smoking exploded during her time at university. The evenings at parties and bars. It wasn’t unusual for her to smoke two packs a day.

She has of course since tried to cut down, it's expensive to smoke, but ultimately she has failed to.

Claudia finds that she smokes a lot in the morning. On waking up she will smoke her first two cigarettes of the day in bed while scrolling on her phone before getting up and going downstairs. Then will light up again with her morning coffee. She finds that she has really strong cravings for nicotine in the morning

Going into the office is her only way to reduce her consumption. Two days a week Claudia has to show her face. She has two twenty minute breaks, where she will smoke a couple of cigarettes in each one. Being in France, she has an hour and quarter lunch break, where she will smoke four more. On the days in the office she will smoke closer to thirty a day. On the days she works from home, there is more time to smoke, she will smoke all of her second pack.

For all her smoking Claudia tries to maintain her figure and physical condition a little. She goes to the gym once or twice a week. She will smoke a cigarette before going in and doesn’t do too much work on the cardio, unless she feels the urge. She might do ten to fifteen minutes on the running machine at the very end if she has any energy left. She knows that she can’t do any more than that. The best thing about being at the gym for all the sweating, Claudia will be looking forward to lighting the cigarette as soon as she steps out of the building. That desire pushes her on during her workout. She just wishes that she could light up there and then as she works out. It would take the stress of not smoking out of her exercise routine.

After smoking two packs a day for over a decade Claudia can definitely feel the effects of smoking on her health. The obvious one is that she has developed a smoker's cough on waking up in the morning. She is grateful that the big cough disappears once she has taken a few drags on her morning cigarette. She is fully aware that it's completely ironic. Otherwise, she hardly coughs at all, or at least she thinks it's a very small throat clearing cough here or there for now. She looks on it that she is still rather young.

There is no escaping that she is also aware that she gets sick more often in winter and that sometimes she will cough gunk up when she has bronchitis or something awful like that. Furthermore, her dentist has pointed out that her teeth have yellowed slightly over time. This is despite her best efforts to try and keep them white. Claudia has also noticed that her index finger also tends to yellow a bit now. It is more obvious if she wears lighter nail varnish, which is why she now predominantly uses darker colours.

The biggest effect is her breath is shorter. She can feel it when she climbs up stairs or when she is running at the gym. She is very aware that her lung capacity is reduced, she described it as a bit like she can't inhale enough air at once when she needs to. To her it's fine, she just marks it down as one of the downsides of just enjoying smoking cigarettes.

Claudia sees the best thing about smoking is the first cigarette of the morning in bed for her; it's pure bliss! From then on it's mostly the act of lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag when the nagging craving is strong is the most pleasurable. The worst thing for her is definitely the moments when it's not possible to smoke and being dependent on lighting up, for example, in an important meeting or on a plane. Claudia just needs to smoke.

She cut down when she was pregnant with her son, but could not quit. She definitely doesn't want her son to smoke when he is old enough. Ultimately she wouldn't wish the habit on anyone because the addiction is truly terrible.

For Claudia and her personal smoking habit everything changed about six months ago when she started dating a man who happened to have a smoking fetish. She had a really hard time believing it, but she found it so fascinating that she took it in stride. Several times he asked her to smoke during sex. He even asked her once to smoke two cigarettes at once, saying it turned him on. She liked having that power over him, but unfortunately, they recently broke up for reasons other than her heavy smoking.

Then, shortly after, Claudia wanted to learn more about this world of fetishism, so she did some research online and ended up on the Darkside subreddit. She doesn’t know if he had a dark side because he never dared to talk to her about it, but she was shocked when she saw that many people were aroused by heavy smokers, or rather, the damage they cause to their lungs.

Claudia simply enjoys smoking. She knows it's bad for her health and that every cigarette smoked really damages her lungs, but the pleasure she gets from lighting each of her cigarettes is a much bigger thought.

This is another of my looks behind the curtains of the models that grace our screens more often than not, with a cigarette sexily perched between their lips.

Barefoot Temptresss

The Temptresss is a slim and pretty twenty seven year old mom from the East Coast of the US. She smokes a pack a day of Marlboro Red100’s a day. As well as being an online findomme she runs her own digital marketing business.

Her socials are : -

On Reddit she operates two personas

https://www.reddit.com/user/yourvelvet_empress/ or u/yourvelvet_empress/ for the financial domination.

And

https://www.reddit.com/u/Barefoot_Temptresss or u/Barefoot_Temptresss for the smoking, feet and GFE content.

Loyalfans

https://www.loyalfans.com/yourvelvet_empress

Her smoking journey is fairly short. The Temptresss has been a regular vaper for the last ten years. However, she is a recent convert to being a daily smoker. For many years she was also just a social smoker. Smoking a few with friends on a night out in between vapes. What helped her was she has always thought women who smoked looked superior and she can remember thinking that even before she starting smoking herself

There was a drift from smoking when out on the town, to then smoking only in the car as she drove around town, to then “life” interfered and she found that she actually needed cigarettes more often. A couple of years ago she then decided to quit to be a mom, before starting again. The second time around she is now smoking a lot more, because this time she sees herself as a smoker.

It was only a year ago that she determined that she was a proper smoker. The Temptresss stopped hiding the cigarettes from everyone and embraced her enjoyment in the habit.

This meant she even to the point of getting her mom to smoke one with her.

The Temptresss is on Reddit to primarily sell her ‘feet content’, yet her friend showed her this author's Reddit profile, containing the models' stories and the smoking fetish subs. The Temptresss decided that as she smoked, she could share her smoking habit with us as well.

For her it's been fun showing off her little dirty feet habit online and more recently her dirty smoking habit. She really enjoyed making the smoking customs.

Her own actual turn ons involve body worship in general as that is very sexy to her, she also loves to play with mindfucking and manipulation, bondage, and total power exchange. The Temptresss loves a good session of domination.

The Temptresss loves to be admired, from her smoky lips to her dirty toes. She really knows that she looks good smoking and has been told about how it improves her looks before. By sharing her habit with the Reddit community just seems to emphasize that.

She has been smoking daily for such a short period of time that she is completely unaware of any personal health downsides other than her addiction to nicotine and the constant nagging cravings.

This need to smoke has caught her out in the past, when she thought she could easily survive without them. Her world fell apart the last time she was in New York City as she was a little silly and didn’t bring any cigarettes with her. She figured that she would just buy them there or use her vape to hold her over.

That was great until one drunken night at 2 am she needed to smoke and neither her or her friend had any cigarettes. The vape she was sucking on was just not hitting the spot. She took the subway with her friend and went walking to three to four different stores before finally finding one open on the last try. The Temptresss walked in and saw her brand of Marlboro red 100s and literally walked in and went “Oh thank god, Yes please, I need to have Marlboro Reds 100”. She was ultimately surprised by the New York prices that it was $20 for one pack. She was so drunk and so desperate to smoke that she paid for them.

She still has the empty cigarette box safely stored away, as a happy memory of the trip. What made it even more embarrassing was that she also didn’t have a lighter, so after she paid she literally asked the guy “do you have a lighter you can give me for free by chance” and he did. He kindly gave her a lighter to go with her cigarette. She was then extremely happy.

For her the best thing about smoking is the release it gives her, for her lighting up is a comforting moment for her. The worst thing is the addictive nature of cigarettes and how much extra dollars she is spending every month buying cigarettes.

She has previously managed to quit The Temptresss went cold turkey when she was pregnant, it was hard but looking after her bump was a big motivation for her. However, she started one month after the birth of her child, and her smoking has gotten heavier since.

With having a young child her smoking time evolves around work and nap times along with bed times. The Tempresss’s first cigarette of the day will be during her baby's morning nap. The last of the day will be after dinner, and before bed.

Looking to the future she is fully aware that smoking and vaping has been part of her life for over ten years and the smoking element became more pronounced in her world after her baby was born. She is looking ahead with awareness. She wants to remain conscious of this habit and open to change as she grows into the next phase of her life.

This is another of my looks behind the curtains of the gorgeous girls that grace our screens for our pleasure, more often than not with a cigarette between their lips.

Nicotine Queen

Nicotine Queen is a slim, nearly forty five year old from the northern US. She is a married, thirty plus a day smoker. As she is a hair stylist at the weekends, her hair colour frequently changes in her content. She loves to smoke Marlboro Reds, but because of the costs she has to smoke basic Reds more often.

Her socials are ➖

https://www.instagram.com/nicotine_queen1981/

https://www.youtube.com/@nicotine_queen1981

Reddit

u/Nicotine_Queen1981

The fascination of smoking started young, she can remember being a five year old and noticing smoke. The way that the smoke danced in the sunlight was beautiful to her. As a six year old she found her dad hiding in the garage smoking. He was a closet smoker. Nicotine Queen knew from very early on that she too was going to smoke one day.

The idea of smoking was forbidden fruit for Nicotine Queen growing up, one of her aunts smoked Mores. She was forbidden to be in the same room when her Aunt smoked. Nicotine Queen would stand there hidden from view in the doorway and watch her aunt sitting in the living room. Taking in the sigh as the smoke from her lips and from the cigarette would twist and rise and collide with the rays of light that peeked through the blinds. Nicotine queen was mesmerised and captivated by it. Looking back it was like a living artwork rolling through the air until it vanished.

Her first dabble with smoking was with a cigar when she was nine. Her oldest brother had just had a son. In celebration he gave cigars to all the men, including her 11 year old brother. She is convinced that he didn't think that her brother would actually smoke it. One day when her parents weren't home, they went out into the garage and her brother, with all the bravado of bigger brother, lit it up. They passed it back and forth until they had enough. Nicotine Queen immediately went out into the back yard and vomited. She swore that she would never touch a cigar again...

It wasn’t until she was eleven that the Nicotine Queen got her first opportunity to smoke a cigarette. She was standing at the bus stop before school. Her friend who was a year older and she smoked Newports. Eventually one day the friend finally asked if the Nicotine Queen wanted one and she didn’t hesitate, there was no need to think, the resounding "YES" blurted from her lips before she even had time to contemplate the situation.

Compared with smoking a cigar it was easy. It was pleasurable. There was no throwing up involved. She believes that trying to inhale the cigar probably gave her nicotine poisoning.

Going forward, lighting up a cigarette became a routine for the two of them in the mornings, her friend was always willing to share her cigarettes. She had an advantage, her older brother worked at the gas station just up the road so it was easy to get more.

Nicotine Queen was very good at hiding her habit from her parents, they were both very strict and she didn’t want them to find out. She believes her father may have suspected that she smoked because he hid his cigarettes in his truck under the seat. She would go in through the passenger side door and occasionally steal cigarettes from him. It wasn’t until she was in her twenties, as her habit naturally increased over time to a pack a day that they found out that she smoked.

Several of her co workers also smoke, so popping out for a cigarette is easy now, but she didn’t always tell her colleagues that she smoked. It was getting harder to get through her shifts without popping out.

Nicotine Queen had worked in a hair salon for over twenty years and hadn’t told anyone that she smoked. She didn't want to get any criticism from her coworkers or especially her clients. To get her fix she would go out and hide behind the vehicles in the parking lot. That was fine until one day she couldn’t wait any longer and really needed a cigarette. She was found squatting down between cars by one of the nail technicians. After begging to keep it a secret she of course proceeded to tell everyone that Nicotine Queen worked with that she found her smoking. Today she doesn't care now if someone knows that she smokes. It’s an integral part of who she is.

For her the best thing about smoking is the feeling of the smoke going down her throat and into lungs, and even to this day she is still fascinated by watching the plumes of smoke dance in the sunlight as she exhales. The worst thing for her is the cost, it's getting very expensive to smoke.

Having smoked for over thirty years she can’t ignore the affects on her body. Nicotine Queen now coughs a lot. This is more noticeable in the mornings and again at night, but for her morning cough is a lot worse. She can find that she also gets a pretty good wheeze going sometimes. Another thing that has happened is that she can also get a bit out of breath doing anything active like climbing stairs or fast walking. It doesn't really bother her and she actually likes listening to her wheezing. As it's a lung symphony that is her very own

Nicotine Queen is married to a smoker, but he doesn't have the fetish himself. He is just very supportive of what she is doing online. She feels very fortunate to be in that position.

She stumbled into the smoking fetish world through sharing herself smoking weed on Instagram. Then she got offers from Nicotine Vape companies wanting to send her their products to promote. She didn’t want to dilute her weed pages with nicotine, so started afresh, and it has all grown from there.

She has now found somewhere that she feels welcome and accepted. Nicotine Queen has the fetish herself. She knows that it is not as strong as others, and it was not until adulthood that she realised what the fetish was, and that she was not alone with having it.

Because of feeling comfortable in the smoking fetish environment Nicotine Queen has also gone against her rule of never smoking a cigar, and is now twelve months on to sharing content of her smoking them. With the encouragement and knowledge from the cigar fetish community, she can now smoke them without throwing up.

Looking to the future she hopes that she can still smoke and continue indulging in the pleasures she loves. The only thing that would make her quit would be her health.

This is another of my looks behind the curtains of the gorgeous girls that grace our screens for our pleasure, more often than not with a cigarette between their lips.

KinkyCurvyKat @kinkycurvykat

Kat is a curvy thirty two year old blonde from the mid west of America. She is a plus sized model and content creator who smokes between five and ten Camel Crush Silvers a day, or roughly two to three packs a week. Regarding her curvaceous nature, she is currently around 180 lbs.

Her socials are :-

Instagram

https://www.instagram.com/kinky.curvy.kat/

Reddit

u/KinkyCurvyKat

X

https://x.com/kinkycurvykat

Curvage

https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/profile/116979-kinkycurvykat/

She is also “kinkycurvykat” on all the other social sites that you know!

Kat’s smoking journey started with her first cigarette when she was around thirteen. She and a friend would go out on long walks. But only after her friend had prepared for the trek by sneaking out a couple of cigarettes from her moms pack. They would go out together and hope to be out long enough that neither of them smelled of smoke on their return. It would be an exciting but occasional expedition.

Things changed when Kat was sixteen as she started smoking daily. It was a time in her life when there was just too much stress. Both with issues at home and in her love life. The boyfriend at the time was being sent away. She was good and promised him that she wouldn't self harm whilst he was away. Her coping mechanism from then on were cigarettes.

Throughout her teens her family was very uninvolved with her life. Kat is sure that her dad could have an issue with her smoking, but as a sixteen year old she left school and started working full time to help pay bills. She was in a position that her dad couldn't really say anything about her new found habit because she was spending her own money.

Kat would enjoy a cigarette on her way to school in the morning, also pop off campus at lunch to light up and then later on smoke on her breaks at work.

For the last sixteen years Kat has been pretty consistent with her smoking schedule, she usually has one every two to three hours. Which means she is a constant two to three pack a week girl.

There have been points in her life that she has smoked more, but she was an asthmatic kid so knew that she could never really be a chain smoker however much she might have wanted to be.

The boyfriend that left the state, came back for a bit and moved in with her until reality hit, they were not compatible and they broke up a few months later. She then started dating an older guy, who was five years older than her, for about a year and he smoked so her habit didn’t affect their relationship. At seventeen they broke up, so she started dating her best friend at the time, who also smoked. She moved out of her parents house on her 18th birthday and she continued to work full time, so didn't go to college. They ended up getting married aged twenty and divorced by the time she was 23.

Kat knew the reason she got married was because she was desperate for a family and his family was huge and they all loved her. But unfortunately the partner and her had nothing in common and life together was miserable.

The weight gain journey was because of Kat’s latest ex. They started dating when she was twenty five, as is her desire for older men, he was thirty six. It was a whirlwind romance that she thought was everything she wanted. The romance of the situation was everything that she needed. At the time she was 125 lbs. Kat had already fallen in love with him when he started making comments about how small she was, and how he liked bigger girls. The following year Kat unfortunately had a death of someone close to her. There was immense grief which triggered inside her an autoimmune issue. For the next six months she was barely able to keep food down. She lost weight and was down to around 115lb.

Kat finally had a surgery that helped and then three months later her life changed again, her boyfriend was offered a job that seemed better than where he was currently. So they packed up their bags and did a cross country move.

The move was really hard on her, Kat had always lived in small rural towns and they moved to a place with a far higher population. She struggled a lot with the change. Kat was lucky and found herself a new job right away but after a month she was coming home completely overwhelmed so they decided it would be better for her to quit and find a work from home job.

Kat did some freelance stuff for a few months, and sitting at home in front of the computer meant that she started gaining the weight she had lost back. Her boyfriend again brought up how much he preferred bigger girls and would love her even more if she gained. Kat didn't want to, but his comments were becoming ever more frequent mixed with a bark that he was ultimately unhappy with how little the freelance work was bringing in financially.

Christmas 2019 they took a trip to see his friends and when they were away, he again brought up the idea of making her bigger and making weight gain content and she finally agreed to the idea that they could try when they got back.

So, in January 2020 Kat started filming herself eating. The boyfriend would bring home leftovers from work as he was an executive chef. A feeder by day and night. Plus he would start making her anything and everything food related that she craved.

Prior to trying to gain weight Kat really only ate one meal a day, so it was hard for her to increase. But because of the number of meals being served, she gained weight quickly because she believed she was so underfed. Then a few months later Covid happened and the world shut down. The advantage was that Kat started doing really well with sales and for her it became an addiction of sorts to keep seeing her numbers go up. This process allowed her to start loving herself regardless of what size she was. The whole weight gain journey helped her gain the confidence she so dearly lacked.

As her belly and thighs got bigger, her confidence grew, the more she started listening to own body and realized that she didn't want to keep gaining and getting any larger. It wasn’t for her. This situation puts a huge strain on their relationship. Kat began to resent him for not listening to her original “nos” about gaining weight when he first asked..

Things then went wrong in their relationship, he was rather abusive, which triggered another bout of auto immune issues so she was just constantly trying to convince herself everything was okay, they were happy.

Unfortunately for Kat the denial could only last so long and after two years, the cross country move and the 65lb of weight gained, they broke up. However, the confident Kat, even on her own she continued to make content, but switched from being the submissive/feedee role she had played out with her ex to the more dominant/feeder roles which she has enjoyed playing much more.

Today Kat is now confident in her body and loves the creative outlet that producing content gives her and she is doing the clips she enjoys. She has so much more self worth and self identity than she did before gaining weight and starting to make content. Kat has spent the last four years really deconstructing every core belief she had been taught and really figuring out who she is and what she values.

As for smoking for sixteen years she is very much aware that she now has a chronic cough, but she also smokes weed and knows that doesn't help the situation. She also thinks that her voice has gotten a little raspier which she really doesn't mind at all.

Kat currently doesn't sell a lot of smoking content, but she always records herself smoking a cigarette when she shoots her belly content because she is having a smoke break in between making the clips anyway.

For her the best thing about smoking is how it calms her. She knows that there's studies about how tobacco/ nicotine helps with ADHD. She is convinced that it helps her focus a bit more.

The worse thing is when she is craving one and can't smoke for whatever reason. Kat also hasn't got a sense of smell, so she is always a little paranoid that she might smell of smoke when in professional settings or around non smokers.

For her weight gain, however mentally positive, the emotions are wrapped up in her abusive ex, and now she can’t separate how she feels about the weight, and how she feels about him. However, she is so far more body confident, so doesn't “not like it”.

Kat eats more now than she did ten years ago, but she thinks most people assume she is still eating a ton of food and still gaining weight. In reality she really only eats twice a day, with a couple of small sneaky snacks in between. Her body just holds on to the weight, she is not really trying to maintain it but since 2021 she has been within a 10 lb of her 180.

Looking to the future Kat would like to quit smoking at some point in the future, but not any time soon- however much her house mate suggests that she does. As for her weight she is going to keep doing what she is doing, eating what she wants, when she wants. Her weight can do what it wants too. Kat is adamant she will never become a gym bunny.

This is another of my looks behind the curtains of the backstory of our sexy models that grace our screens, more often than not with a cigarette perched teasingly between their lips.

Abigail Tobako @abigailtobako

Abigail is a slim twenty four year old brunette from Virginia, USA. She is currently single and is bi. She smokes around a pack a day of Camel filters, but if she finds them, will enjoy Camel Turkish Silvers.

Her free artistic smoke filled content is found on several socials, I have linked some below.

Instagram

https://www.instagram.com/abigailtobako

Reddit

https://www.reddit.com/u/abigailtobako/

Bluesky

https://bsky.app/profile/abigailtobako.bsky.social

Her smoking journey started as a fascinated young teen. She would spend hours on Tumblr and Deviantart scrolling through smoking content. Her dad smokes, but that wasn't the catalyst. Her own interest in girls smoking burnt as bright as the cigarettes the girls were smoking.

Abigail just knew that she was going to smoke. Her destiny was to ignore all the negatives and light up. This was first achieved by prowling around outside her nearest cinema with a friend bugging people to share a cigarette with them. They did.

She kept going back week after week, firstly because it was an effective way of getting cigarettes and secondly Abigail knew she wasn't going to stop smoking.

The first time it dawned on Abigail that she was properly addicted to cigarettes was when she was around seventeen. She went on a family camping trip. She screwed up and didn't buy any before she left. It meant that when she got to site she had to leave her family and trek for five miles to find a little camping store. Her problems were not over. It took an hour of badgering people going in the store to persuade someone who was willing to buy her a pack

The whole smoking thing didn't go down well with her family. When they first found out she was grounded on several occasions. It still didn't stop her smoking. Abigail didn't like the evil side eyes and stares her mom would give her, but her dad was a little more understanding. There was one condition. Abigail had to figure out a way of earning money to get them on her own. She was so stubborn and determined to smoke, that the parents gave in with the battle.

She sees it as just something in the way her brain is wired. For her, the vision of Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction with a cigarette between her fingers is “the coolest thing in the world.”

Abigail found the smoking fetish world before she started smoking. She has been smoking a pack a day for the last five years and has been smoking daily for the last seven.

She is still young and relatively early on in her smoking journey so is proud that she has not encountered any downsides or health problems! Also for Abigail she is not really worried about them either, she doesn't think about the downsides, as there is too much pleasure to be gained from lighting up.

Her content is artistic, she loves the look of the smoke, both from exhaling and the trail produced from the tip. For her they are equally beautiful and mesmerising.

Her personal kink is smoking and underwear. She loves seeing both men and women in underwear.

Her underwear kink is definitely more of the upskirt flash type. She sees that seeing another woman in women's lingerie can be really beautiful, but she finds that a teasing glimpse of fabric does more for her. Abigail believes she likes being teased. As she is bisexual she has always enjoyed the moment when a girl's thong rides up her lower back or someone wearing a skirt spreads their legs a bit too far. This sort of imagery is the kind of ideas that she will be incorporating into her content.

Abigail looked long and hard when she was hunting for an apartment, she actively chose one where the previous occupant smoked and the landlord was happy with her smoking inside. That's something Abigail sees as a blessing, the ability to do light up indoors.

As such she will typically have a cigarette in the morning while she is getting ready, then one or two on the way into work. She doesn't tend to waste much time.

Also when at work she is lucky that her manager is cool with her taking several smoke breaks throughout the day, just as long as she is a good worker.

Out of work some of her friends smoke too, but not to the level of Abigail. Enough that they're happy to join in and bum one when they meet up outside a bar. If she is around people who don't smoke, it never really bothers her to go out and smoke by herself. For Abigail lighting up is just such a perfect moment, she couldn't possibly be upset whether she has company or is alone.

The reason it took her so long to publish her own pictures was that she was scared that people wouldn't enjoy the kind of stuff that she wanted to post. In her view smoking content is pretty heavy on the fetish side of things (which she loves too) but what Abigail had in mind was to make her content more like 80s/90s liminal photography. Images that use her smoking as its central concept while also being kind of sexy.

Abigail sees the best two things about smoking as the rush of lighting up and the nicotine hitting her body and the taste of a good cigarette. She loves the smell of a freshly lit one, the look of the smoke. There's almost nothing she doesn't love about a cigarette from the taste to the sight of the twisting smoke.

For her the worst thing is the price, for all the pleasure it's tough paying $10 or more a day for her doses of pleasure.

Looking to the future Abigail can't see a reason to quit. She can see herself buying tobacco in bulk and self rolling if the prices got too expensive. She doesn't think about the health implications of her addiction. She can't imagine a world where she doesn't have a cigarette between her fingers. As smoking is part of who she is. She loves to light up, and does not want to ever quit.

Another of my peeks behind the curtains of the gorgeous women that appear on our screens more often than not with a cigarette between their lips.

Smokin Scarlett

Scarlett is a curvy thirty-one-year-old married mum of three from Ireland. Currently Scarlett is a stay-at-home mum, having paused her legal studies. She smokes a pack a day of Sterling Green Superkings. If she could get hold of VS or Eves 120’s she would smoke those instead. She is in a lucky and enviable position that many would love: a ‘cigarette slave’ buys her both flowers and seven packs of cigarettes a week.

Her free content can be found on: -

Reddit

https://www.reddit.com/u/smokinscarlett6

Instagram

https://www.instagram.com/smokin_scarlett

Her paid for OF is: -

https://onlyfans.com/smokinscarlett

Scarlett’s smoking journey began from a young age. She grew up enveloped in an almost permanent cloud of cigarette smoke. Her parents and grandparents all smoked. On most Sunday afternoons she would be dragged off to the bingo with her grandmother and had to sit there surrounded by over two hundred people busily smoking away.

She even has a scar on the corner of her eye from the bingo caller catching her face with her lit cigarette. Scarlett would on most bingo afternoons pass out or fall asleep after breathing in so much cigarette smoke.

Time passed and teenage curiosity got to her, at first, she stole the half-finished butts in her parents’ ashtray - just to get used to the taste. Then as she got older and more confident, she would steal whole cigarettes. At that moment she knew she was addicted to nicotine. She was hunting around her mum's house for enough change to make up 50p to buy one cigarette off an older kid on the school bus. That was her pleasure for the day. A single cigarette. She had to keep doing this until she had her own money to buy packs of ten. Back then the cheapest way for teenagers to smoke. Until the government cottoned on and banned them.

Scarlett managed to hide her habit from her parents for a long time, she never smoked in front of them. They didn't find out until she was into her late teens. What helped with the deception was that as she was a rather rebellious teenager the result was that she moved out of home to live with her boyfriend of the time when she was sixteen.

She grew up and matured quickly when she had to find a job to pay the rent and for her own cigarettes.

Scarlett found the smoking fetish through her now husband. He was excited when they first met as she was an all-white cigarette smoker. A rarity in Ireland, and for someone with a smoking fetish - a real treat to find.

Even when out with friends, the first time she whipped out her Eve120s at a bar and her friend’s reaction to it when she put it to her lips to light up, they were completely spell bound, and they were equally fascinated and shocked at the size of the cigarette.

For Scarlett, it was quite funny because to her the size wasn't crazy big. However, there was one small problem, she couldn't keep the filter between her lips long enough to smoke it, from her own laughing at their reaction.

With Scarlett now married to someone who loves her smoking, over time she investigated the internet and found the smoking fetish community on Instagram. Over time she organically joined in.

Her focus is on the art of smoking. The aesthetics of a beautiful woman with a cigarette between her lips. Scarlett enjoys the process of dressing up and ‘escaping’ the normality of looking after her demanding offspring for five minutes to smoke a cigarette or two and show off her art.

Having smoked for over fifteen years Scarlett has determined her oral health has deteriorated due to smoking. It has weakened her teeth and gums. She also has an occasional deep mucus filled cough and a bit of a wheezy chest. But she believes that smoking as of yet, hasn't really affected her too much.

For her the best thing about smoking is when a woman knows how to use a cigarette to seduce. With one between her lips, she is so powerful. Scarlett loves the feeling of the power she has over so many men. Lighting a cigarette and highlighting her natural 38G chest as she drags on the filter. There is a second delight, the stress relief that lighting up gives sweet nicotine to a tired burnt-out mum!

For Scarlett the worst thing about her smoking habit is that it's addictive and ultimately bad for her health.

Scarlett successfully quit smoking for both her pregnancies, only starting up again as a present to herself once she finished breastfeeding. It didn't take long for one or two special treats a day to become a pack a day habit again.

One thing Scarlett feels is that she is very lucky that her husband is supportive of her sharing herself and her habit online. He is quite reserved and is not on social media. He trusts her and they have boundaries. They talk about what she is doing, and he supports her as she promotes her cigarette enhanced femininity.

A lot of her gratitude goes to her husband for introducing her to smoking as a fetish and allowing her to live and express herself freely alongside him. She is equally grateful for the many beautiful souls she has met on her exciting journey in the smoking fetish community.

As for the future, Scarlett is unsure. If she fell pregnant, she would quit again easily. For anything else, no. She knows it is a constant battle as a smoker, even if you manage to quit there is always a reason for going back to the pack sooner or later. She knows how much pleasure she can get from each puff, every time.

Scarlett does want to say how much she loves what she does. Seducing men through her smoke is so thrilling and powerful, and because of that smoking is not something that she wants to let go of anytime soon.

This is another of my peeks behind the curtains of the gorgeous goddesses that appear on our screens more often than not delightfully smoking cigarettes.

Missy Lovelace

Missy is a beautiful nearly forty-seven year old blonde. She is a married mom from the north west corner of the US. During the week she smokes about half a pack of Marlboro Silver Shorts a day, and when not dealing with work- at the weekends there is freedom to smoke a few more. She originally graduated into the legal industry and in the last twenty plus years has slowly migrated into working in the mortgage world.

Some of her spicy content links are below: -

Reddit - u/Missy_Lovelace

X- https://twitter.com/missyl50879

Onlyfans https://onlyfans.com/missy.lovelace.69

Link tree https://linktr.ee/Missy.Lovelace

Her smoking journey started in the freshman year of college. At the time it seemed that all of her friends smoked. It was an easy decision to experiment and try one or two. Hanging out with them at bars, drinking and smoking came easily.

It wasn't until her sophomore year that the addiction realization hit. As a student Missy found herself scrabbling around trying to scrape together the cash to buy a pack of cigarettes, that was the moment it dawned on her that she was actually a smoker.

At home her family, from parents to grandparents also smoked, however they made a conscious effort and were rather secretive about it. Hiding the fact they actually smoked from Missy. This meant that when they found out she was smoking, a ton of bricks landed on her. Missy took the lecture and the anger and played their games back. She told them that she would quit. But had no intention of doing so, so didn’t. Subsequently she spent the next four years going to college and hiding her habit from them. It was easier for her to smoke once she moved out and got married.

Missy started her journey into addiction, smoking Camel lights, which over time and the enjoyment of the mellow flavors merged into the Silver shorts. She suffers from asthma issues and finds smoking the Shorts doesn't set it off.

She has not smoked continuously during the last twenty seven years, she quit for both her pregnancies and whilst breastfeeding. But when that was done the deep sated cravings brought her back. The second gap she lasted a little longer before the need to smoke loomed loud at her. The cause was she got divorced from her first husband. The stresses and strains of life dictated that she had to enjoy smoke in her lungs once again.

Missy did, until she had a part of her life where she was really unwell. Unfortunately. She had to quit yet again. But when she was finally feeling better, it did not take long until the regular drumbeat of cravings yet again got louder and louder. Missy soon reached for her trusty cigarettes and to light up. She has been happily smoking steadily ever since.

History has not been repeated with any of her own children. Yes Missy hid her own smoking from them and was until they were seven or eight, but they have all grown up hating the smell of her cigarettes.

Missy has been selling online for eight months, and only found the smoking fetish world even more recently. She was chatting to someone who suggested that she looked into the fetish, it made sense to her as she was lighting up at the time. There is a thrill in sharing her body whilst enjoying a cigarette.

Her biggest issue with smoking is her continual battle with asthma, especially now in the summer months with hay fever even more prevalent. Some days she finds that it actually hurts her to smoke. Missy does her best and uses inhalers and medication to try and help calm her lungs down. But the situation depresses her because she actually likes to smoke, even so she has to sadly cut back a little bit during the ‘allergy season’. There is also her smokers’ cough, which is worse in the mornings, and occasionally overnight, she finds herself walking up and coughing in the middle of the night. She is grateful that it's not a constant all day cough.

Her personal kinks are sharing herself, she loves that people can watch her, and that by watching her they possibly want her. Her content is varied, and proudly shows off that she is a squirter. She believes that there is a thrill that those wanting her, can’t have her. Missy thrives off the tease, and the chase.

As she has got older, she has got more body confident, and feels like she can show off and properly express herself now. Missy has confidently reached that age where she doesn't care any more. Her husband doesn't mind the smoking nor what Missy does online, as long as whatever she is doing- doesn't ‘go anywhere’. He also gets to enjoy showing Missy off as he joins in making content on her VIP OF.

Her smoking habit has in the past year got Missy into trouble with her daughter. It was Missy’s birthday, and as it was her special day, she chose what to do, and decided to go out on the lake on their boat and spend the day drinking. She had earlier in the day a bright idea to go for evening dinner at a lakeside restaurant where her daughter works. But by the time she actually had to get to the restaurant Missy was several drinks to the wind and extremely drunk. When sitting there she had her second bright idea of the day that it had been far too long and she needed another cigarette. After hunting in her handbag in the middle of the restaurant she lit up.

Unfortunately for Missy, even though it was her birthday, she was not going to win the ‘mom of the week’ award, as both her daughter and the restaurant manager flipped out on her. The following day, having drunk more alcohol than she had ever consumed, with the worst thumping hangover. Missy had no recollection of the event happening at all. All she could do was sit there and cry with embarrassment.

For Missy the worst thing about smoking is her asthma’s reaction to it. Along with the smell. For her the best thing is the feeling of serenity after smoking a cigarette. She can feel at peace with a cigarette between her fingers.

Missy thinks that the smoking fetish community is great! As she has been in the closet smoking for so many years hiding the fact she smoked from everybody. Being involved in the smoking fetish world she finds it’s nice to be able to smoke and have people appreciate it and not hate on her for lighting up all the time.

Looking to the future, the only reason she could see for quitting her habit is for her health. In the last six months she has noticed a greater deterioration in her lung capacity and her ability to breath. At the moment she assumes she will keep smoking for a few more years until her Big Five O…with the aim that by then she will have tried to quit. In the meantime, she will keep taking photos and videos of her having fun both naked and clothed, then sharing them on her channels while also enjoying her cigarettes.

This is another of my peeks behind the curtains of the gorgeous goddesses that appear on our screens more often than not delightfully smoking cigarettes.

Menthol Smoking Lace

Lacey is a slim, recently turned thirty-nine-year-old from the West Coast of America. With her shaved head along with a penchant for wigs and dyed hair, her fetish content is as vibrant in colour as is smoke filled. She smokes around a pack of Newport 100’s a day and when making content she will smoke at least five 120’s which have become her signature brand. She is a full-time Smoking Fetish content producer. She is dating her girlfriend Macy Starr who also produces smoking fetish content.

Her content can be found at various places and here a few : -

Insta Smoking Lace (@smokinglace) • Instagram photos and videos

Reddit SmokingLace (u/Smokinglace) - Reddit

OF :- https://onlyfans.com/smokinglace

Her smoking journey started when she was sixteen, she was hooked by the taste of flavored cigarettes. Her route into addiction was via the fancy chocolate and mint flavored cigarettes that came in what she saw as cool metal tin. From there with the interest in cigarettes piqued, Lace and her friends began experimenting.

She believes her first ever cigarette was at a small local punk show. Her friend offered her one and Lace couldn't refuse. The place was where they would go to drink as they knew that they would not not get ID'd. On getting on Lace was still worried that her mom would smell it on her clothes and find out. She did, but Lace managed to explain it away by saying they were actually at the bowling alley and that everyone was smoking there. Luckily for Lace, that time her mom believed it.

Throughout her teens Lace dabbled with smoking cigarettes but it didn’t really become a thing until a few years later. She started experimenting but still enjoying menthols by smoking Camel Blues, and then Marlboro Menthol blacks.

When she got to twenty-five, she conformed and got married to what she quickly found out was a rather controlling husband. In the process he forcefully made her quit smoking. This meant that neither the man nor the quitting lasted long in her life. With a divorce after two years she immediately started smoking again.

Lace has had a variety of jobs over the years, from cafés to entry level office work. In 2012, she started getting into exotic dancing, modeling, fetish videos, and even worked for a sideshow for a year. It was even around then when she published her first smoking videos on YouTube.

After her divorce and starting her life anew she became a truck driver and then even started her own small trucking business. The one advantage was driving for hours and smoking was the ability to smoke at least two packs, but the long hours were killing her. She had enough and sold the business and her house, bought a camper van and started touring the nation doing what she really loves- using her business knowledge and modeling experience, got back into the SF fetish stuff better than ever.

Today it's been almost a year since she went on the road with Macy Starr.

As well as entertaining herself making smoking fetish content, her hobbies include athletic activities like long distance running and rock climbing. She is fully aware that her lungs are not as good as others who don’t smoke.

Working her lungs hard through exercise means that she will often have coughing fits, and in the process hawk up lots of phlegm from deep within. However, she is confident that she will not quit. Smoking always comes first; she will manage her fitness activities around her desire and need to smoke.

In that regard she loves to see the looks on people's faces when she finishes a half marathon, panting hard and bent over double gasping for oxygen. The first thing that Macy hands Lace is her pack and lighter. Lace will light up as quickly as possible after crossing the finish line

Lace is fully aware that she doesn’t have the endurance or lung capacity as she did when she was running ten years ago. She also does not believe that it has anything to do with age and everything to do with her enjoying her smoking habit.

As she has been making smoking fetish content for the past thirteen years, but only recently has she been selling. The changes she has seen in the past where the requests were more focused around visual aspects like brand or implementation preference. Today she sees her unique selling point is her signature style of video where she focuses on storytelling and world building. She sees that her requests are now based around ideas. She loves to feed off the imaginations of her fans. They want to put themselves in the story and see their hot fantasies come to life, and Lace takes a lot of pride in facilitating that.

Regarding the younger girls coming into the SW world selling their bodies and habits, Lace would recommend that they should never compromise on their values, and that there is a fan base out there for every type of body, every age and attitude. The important thing is that you be yourself.

In the past twenty-two years of Lace smoking she has now found that all of her friends that she started smoking with have quit. Even with all of that, for all the coughing, for all the loss of speed and lung capacity when running, going forward Lace is quite adamant that she will not quit.

This is another of my peeks behind the curtains of the gorgeous girls that appear on our screens more often than not delightfully smoking cigarettes.

The Smoky Life of Emilia Pageok

Emilia is from Argentina and is a stunning tattoo covered thirty-three-year-old brunette, currently with dyed bright red hair. She is a single mum of two. Emilia is a committed forty-five cigarettes a day smoker. She has traditionally had no loyalty to any brand and had varied her cigarette packs depending on her mood. However, currently Emilia smokes Marlboro Reds and occasionally enjoys Parliament’s.

Her fabulous smoke filled content can be found below :-

On Reddit as u/Emilypageok,

On Insta she is Emilia 🖤 (@empageok) • Instagram photos and videos

Her paid content is Onlyfans onlyfans.com/emilypageok.

From a very young age Emilia knew that she was going to smoke. She grew up with it, as both her parents smoked, which meant she was surrounded by cigarettes and their smoke. This meant that cigarettes and the act of smoking were part of her life. She knew that by the time she was eight, that she was destined to light up all by herself. She used to role play scenarios and have a pencil between her lips mimicking her parents’ smoking action. It took a while, but by the age of fourteen her and a friend decided it was time to experiment. She stole some cigarettes from her parents and lit them up. Their aim was to try and get the eyes of the older boys between classes. There was no looking back. From then on, she lit up every morning with her friend before school. Soon she had to smoke in the afternoon too.

It was not a surprise to her parents that she started smoking, and it was accepted within the family that she did. Today, her mum has unfortunately passed away, and her dad has quit smoking. He now takes great pleasure from lecturing her to quit. Emilia is currently having too much fun smoking to quit.

Today Emilia mixes being a single mum juggling looking after her two children as well as being a full-time smoking fetish model.

We actually started writing this story about Emilia almost two years ago, there was a slight miscommunication, and the discussion stopped. The good news is that during the intervening months her habit has changed. When we first spoke, she only smoked a pack a day. In the last eighteen months her consumption has multiplied. Her devotion to producing smoking fetish content and enjoyment of smoking cigarettes has only increased, as is the amount she smokes.

She has found that this means during her day now has to create more space for the habit. Smoking comes first. She will smoke at least two cigarettes while waking up in bed, eighteen months ago she wouldn’t smoke in the bedroom. Now she will even smoke several more in bed before falling asleep. Eighteen months ago, Emilia would get up, putting on her dressing gown on a shuffle to the kitchen to make her freshly ground roasted coffee. The grinding takes time, and the act is not pretty, but in her opinion the taste of the ground coffee is far superior. Once brewed and she is sitting down. It was only then that she would light up and enjoy her first cigarette of the day. A cigarette whilst sitting there with her strong milk less morning coffee. That part has not changed; she still very much enjoys her morning cigarettes and a couple of mugs of steaming hot coffee of the day. The difference is that there will be a couple more cigarettes with each mug. Emilia needs more nicotine to operate. She just enjoys lighting up as much as she can.

Emilia will smoke several cigarettes before sorting out the school run for her children. Once home again she will sit in the bedroom and smoke a couple whilst putting on her makeup. With that on she is finally ready to face the day online.

When her face is done, she will prepare for that day's filming. Cigarettes will be smoked as she flits about the spare room and sets up her recording equipment.

As she sees herself as a very active smoking fetish model by producing daily fresh content for her OnlyFans. For the next two or so hours she will record herself smoking for her paid subscribers and producing custom videos.

The last time we spoke she would claim that the first few cigarettes of the day were for “hers” alone. Then the ones smoked creating content for her subscribers were for “them”. Today, she only smokes for herself and enjoys the fact she can share the pleasure she gets from continually smoking by making content.

She found the fetish because a few years ago someone asked for a video of her smoking because they had the fetish. Emilia has not looked back. She knew that was what she wanted to do more of. Soon she fell in love with the fetish and enjoyed all the people in it.

Today, she sees that by being involved in the smoking fetish world, she has given her the ability to befriend her addiction, rather than feel awkward by it. She can now enjoy smoking, and as such has very much embraced it. Emilia used to feel guilty about smoking; she would tie herself in knots about it. Today, she has to just make room in her day for the pleasure and enjoyment of doing so. From waking up to going to bed cigarette after cigarette will be smoked.

So much so that by no longer feeling guilty Emilia will turn herself on lighting a cigarette especially when doing a power smoking session.

She is smoking so much that by lunchtime she will have smoked a whole pack of cigarettes.

Last time we spoke she would suggest that with her recording done, she would get changed and head out of the house to the nearby gym. She works out with a focus on weight exercises to maintain her slim figure and try to tone her body. She is totally aware that there is one problem with being in the gym and being a devoted smoker is that as she exercises, she tires easily and then gets out of breath.

Emilia has noticed that as she has increased her cigarette consumption, that she has lost a lot of weight and that it is much harder for her to do workouts. She finds that her lungs can get easily agitated. There is now the continuous sensation that they are always congested with phlegm, and recently that has been a lot more frequent coughing to try but fail to dislodge it. Lighting a fresh cigarette helps.

For Emilia as she gets herself hot and sweaty working on the weights, there is always at the back of her mind that there is something to look forward to as she works out. That idea has not changed at all in the past couple of years, for her the next cigarette of the day will be hurriedly lit as soon as she steps out the front door of the gym. She can spend up to two hours in the gym distracting herself from the need for nicotine, but admits last half an hour feels endless and is torture. When not exercising she can only go for about half an hour to forty minutes at maximum before she has the urgent need to light up.

Emilia truly embraced the smoking fetish community, and by throwing herself into it has helped her out of a bout of deep depression. She believes she has managed to find herself and feels emotionally better because of it. Also smoking means so much to her that her favourite tattoo on her body is that of a girl smoking.

Emilia sees the best thing about smoking is the enormous number of positive sensations that she feels within her body as she smokes. The worst thing is the cost of cigarettes and the very negative responses she gets from people when she admits she is a smoker.

For Emilia smoking has always come first, even back in her school days she and her friends managed to flirt with a teacher to allow them, when it was raining, to smoke by the window in the classroom. Looking back on it, she is convinced the teacher in question had the smoking fetish.

Emilia doesn't want to think about the future, she is happy with the now. At this time, with a cigarette between her lips and smoke in her lungs, she does not see a single reason to quit.

The Perfect Wedding Day

“We need to go for a smoke now,” I informed Sarah. I noticed afterwards, as I stood there all alone, that it may have come across as a barked order. Mostly because I was the one that really needed to light up, as I was getting that ever-increasing anxious feeling, I knew it had been far too long since my last cigarette, and I really couldn’t wait any longer. I just had to smoke, there was no negotiating. There was one positive, it was not raining at least, and the sun was shining brightly, and the air was warm. We had feared the worst. Sarah had been very lucky; the weather was perfect, and it had been an amazing wedding day so far.

The ceremony was special and perfect. The words said were incredibly meaningful. The hymns were sweet. There had been a whirlwind of energy and excitement since leaving the church, watching them drive off together in the back of the car. They were going off to a pretty lake nearby for a few photos then going on to the hotel. I sneaked a cigarette walking back to Dan’s car. I needed one then too. I didn’t think Sarah got that opportunity.

The rest of us all made our way straight to the venue. There was a moment of calm in the car with Dan. I hadn't seen him properly in twenty-four hours. We talked a bit, and I caught my breath back. Then, when we all arrived at the hotel there was a kerfuffle of organising everyone whilst waiting for the bride and groom to have their photos. I was then the chief sheepdog. With Sarah and Jeff back with us, I had a stressful time trying to find the stray aunties and nephews who had wandered off. It just made my need for a cigarette even greater. With the list finally complete and that process out of the way I determined that it was the opportune moment to have yet another smoke. All everyone was doing was trying to fill that awkward time between the photos and the wedding breakfast and the evening events. Because of the rushing round and busily talking to everyone, I had not had the opportunity. I was by then dying for a cigarette. Just waiting to find that moment where I could stop, stand still and enjoy a smoke. Also trying to ensure that I wouldn't be photo’d looking like a drunken slag, all dressed up with yet another half empty glass of wine on the go along with a half-smoked fag hanging out my mouth. There were enough of those already on social media. I wanted to look stylish at the wedding, even with a cigarette.

Unfortunately, that risk of being caught by the camera with my eyes closed, screwing my face up mid smoke was highly possible as part of my role for the day- chief cigarette carrier. The job had been declared for me very early in the planning. I would be on standby as and when Sarah demanded a cigarette. We all knew that they would be required frequently. She smokes around a pack a day. I was the one that would be beckoned. As I was carrying the purse, with our pack and lighter. It gave me another sense of duty in the proceedings.

Sarah suggested that my idea was wonderful, that it was the perfect time for a smoke and that she would be right there. Meant I was then continuously and anxiously looking back towards the other guests wishing she would hurry up as I was in danger of smoking alone.

I had already lost Dan to the rest of the men at the bar where there was a queue. He was going to get me a large Pinot Grigio. We had promised each other to spend as much time together as possible for research. I was actually hoping to spend more time with Sarah. I hurried out in my high heels and garish reddish dress that Sarah had chosen for me to wear. It certainly wouldn't have been my choice, I've gone for more subtle pinks for Sarah, so as to not clash with her hair. I finally reached the little garden. I was considerate enough to move away so as not to upset anyone with the smell as I enjoyed my delightfully bad habit with my best friend. I looked around, enjoying the well-tended flowers. I had a sudden thought of goodness knows what Sarah is feeling. All I knew was that the emotions of the day were getting to me. Even though I am chief bridesmaid or Maid of Honor I have predictably been sidelined a little since she walked down the aisle. Family and new husband come first. Everyone wanted a piece of celebration with Sarah.

It has to be said standing alone outside the hotel with the unlit cigarette between my lips is a strange feeling. I kept removing it thinking that she would appear any second. We could say hello, then maybe kiss and then light up together. Enjoy the magical moment in the glorious sunshine with my best friend.

Earlier we stood outside the large grey Rolls Royce that she had booked to get us and her dad to the church and power smoked four cigarettes back-to-back. Her mom and dad’s eyes were practically out on stalks in surprised annoyance. I am not sure what they expected. With the overdose of nicotine coursing through me, I felt rather giddy afterwards. We sprayed ourselves in body spray before getting in the car. Sarah still wanted to smell sweet walking down the aisle. The flowers I carried were beautiful and smelled delightful.

Our intense smoking session was the actual reason she was late to the church. We had been on time before that. It had to happen, there was not going to be a negotiation. We knew we'd had a long wait for our next smoke. It was like going on a long flight. I knew beforehand it would kill me the painful inability to light up.

My main role recently has been helping in organising Sarah, I've not had much to do with Jeff. I have spoken to Sarah in the past few months more than Dan. Every evening for what feels like minutes but could be hours. Sitting on the phone talking, making ever greater and outlandish wedding plans. Or more recently going around to her and sitting there with a bottle of wine and making the wedding favours. Much to Dan’s annoyance our own wedding planning had to go on the back burner to a certain extent. So much of my time has been devoted to Sarah. I have to admit that decision was partially through choice.

We had so much fun together. I am truly happy in her company; I feel at peace. That weekend in Spain was probably the best forty-eight hours of my life. Every single moment with her was bliss. From waking up beside her to finally passing out together. That special time together we kissed, we stroked, and I believe we fell in love with each other. We eventually made it down to the beach and swam together in the crystal-clear warm sea. Then passed out from tiredness on the hot sand. The evening meal of paella and more wine was followed by far too many cocktails in the bar. Our legs were entwined with each other all night. With undressing Sarah and taking her to bed. Kissing her from head to toe and then all the bits of sun burnt skin in-between. Every single stage of that weekend was a delightful moment of beauty.

Don’t get me wrong, it was nice to be back with Dan on Sunday evening. He kindly picked us both up from the airport. We were still slightly giddy on too much wine and too many delirious emotions; we were both brimming with excitement.

I genuinely didn't know if that was that. A moment of madness in the sun. We spoke around the events in the bedroom and also gave each other several knowing looks at work during the following days. There is something about standing in the kitchen at work and getting those knowing glances. Then heading out to the smoking area together. There was her smile, and the longing touch of her skin against mine when taking the lighter from me. It was difficult not too; we had been so intimate with each other. Most nights I had played back in my head over and over again the times I kissed, touched and stroked every inch of her gorgeous body. Lying there with Dan deep inside me imagining it's Sarah's gorgeous body on top of me and not him. There is a problem. I am in love with Sarah.

I enjoy spending time in her company. Our smoke breaks at work are a magical moment together. Of course, Sarah is not my first, there was Elsie at university. She lived in the same tower block. I would always find her sitting on the stairs at the bottom smoking a rolled-up cigarette. After saying hello a couple of times, I began to stop and talk to her. To this day I look back fondly, sharing a cigarette and more than occasional kisses both on the doorstep and in our bedrooms. It's how I developed my smoking habit. She graduated the year before me, so we lost touch. Also, as soon as I got a real job I upgraded to real cigarettes, I now like my Marlboros. Today, being with Sarah, she continuously makes my heart off a flutter. I love her.

There I have said it. I love Sarah from the bottom of my heart.

Today she looked amazingly beautiful and drop dead gorgeous in her fitted wedding dress. Her red hair was done stunningly. It all proved that even after a bottle of cheap prosecco we had chosen well. We spent hours choosing our dresses. We arrived at ten in the morning, and it was well past three o'clock before we left. We had been there for so long that the owner of the shop was convinced we were getting married together. It was just a fun time being there with Sarah and an endless glass of fizz trying on several different dresses.

It was my idea that we gave up taking turns getting undressed and then dressed in the same small cubicle and then comparing and seeing what the dresses looked like. In my head it was just a matter of saving time. Plus, for me it had been far too long, a matter of a couple of weeks, since our weekend away.

All I knew was there was something missing in my life. There was nothing wrong with living with Dan, nothing at all. But kissing and hugging him and climbing into bed just wasn't the same as it was with Sarah. I found that I had a Sarah shaped hole in my life. Even spending time with her at work, I actively waited for her calls once home. Talking to her afterwork made my life feel better. Gave me purpose, I was then content.

It wasn't my fault that we kissed when standing in the cubicle, Sarah had started to be tactile with me when helping me get dressed. Her fingers touched me first. It may have been an innocent caress against my breasts when pulling up the hem. I waited for it to happen again, it did, and as she touched me, there was excitement in her eyes. I instinctively then just had to kiss her back. From the grin on Sarah’s face, she didn't complain.

That was the advantage of sharing in the changing room. We looked at each other for a while. Quietly grinning, it was then that there were more hugs and kisses that kept coming as we went from dress to dress. We stole when we thought we were not being watched. It was a genuine special moment to find ourselves standing in the little dressing room together in just our underwear. We tried to quietly shush ourselves but ended up loudly giggling. It didn't take long for our warm bodies and waiting lips to connect.

The shop assistant brought us another couple of dresses to try. Giggling, we went back into the cubicle and got undressed. I only tugged Sarah's panties down her thighs a little bit, and with a quiet delicious whimper she spread her thighs a little to let my fingers slide inside her. I too felt wet between my own legs. With gentle strokes she soon was extremely moist to touch. My fingers rubbed against her red pubes as the tips delved into her delightful wet warmth. I was responding ever more to her cute little sexy moans. Pressing harder as she passionately kissed me back. It was exciting sex in the cubicle. We then might have squealed a little too loudly. Then giggling suggested out loud it was because of the choice of exciting dress which was still on the hanger untouched before kissing again.

It was then my turn. I felt her long fingers migrate to my thighs, she teased and circled me before two fingers slid inside me. It was amazing as we were just hiding behind the flimsy curtain in the cubicle. I couldn't help but moan. It was both reckless and exciting. We were getting further undressed stroking each other when we were meant to be getting redressed in the next dress. We had promised ourselves a cigarette break very soon.

That was the aim, but instead we were fingering ourselves silly. Wine needs to go with cigarettes. Not to have amazing sex every time we drink. I knew going forward I needed to make this rule stick, otherwise we would get in trouble. But Sarah is amazing, and I enjoy her touching me and truly love the tingling feelings I get from kissing her.

When the dress fell off the hanger and clattered on the floor we stopped, we giggled and got ourselves sorted.

An expensive but fun shopping experience I was extremely turned on and may have been a little tipsy. At the beginning they offered us coffee as an alternative. In hindsight we should have drunk that. After buying the dresses, we walked out the door hand in hand, then lit our cigarettes, as we waited for a taxi. Our cars would stay parked a little longer. We’d get them the next day.

Standing there in my bridesmaid dress, I knew I needed more to drink, I was both wanting Dan to hurry up yet also stay away. There was much more of the day to go. I was outside the hotel getting ever more impatient. Just thinking of Sarah standing next to me was making me excited, I was turning myself on just imagining her hands grabbing me, then passionately and lovingly kissing me. Sarah was meant to be following me. She promised to, as I knew Sarah would be needing a cigarette. As I did. She was there a minute ago. I was getting incredibly antsy, I had promised to wait. We do most things together now.

Speaking of which, I am jealous of Sarah's honeymoon plans. They are spending two weeks together in the Maldives. The sex, snorkelling, sunbathing, sounds truly exotic. One thing I do know from what she has said, Sarah would definitely have more fun with me. But we had a great time together on the hen doo. I booked our friends into twin rooms and got my own back on Sarah. I booked a double room for us. This time on purpose. It was a nervous couple of weeks waiting for people to pay me back.

There was no conversation to be had with Sarah. The treat was all mine.

We had been looking at each other for the whole trip down. Her legs kept touching mine. The last time we had been intimate was when buying the dress. There seemed to be multiple reasons for our hands to keep colliding. Each time a glass was refilled our fingers would slide by each other. She would tell a story, afterwards my thighs would be squeezed. Then our eyes would lock on with each other, there would be a warm smile for a millisecond afterwards.

The girls were good to wait for us to have another quick smoke outside. We had already lit up as soon as we got off the train. I just needed one more. We were eventually all checked in. No sooner had we waved goodbye to the others hurriedly, got the door open and then importantly firmly closed with the loud click. We were finally alone in our bedroom.

I turned around to the biggest grin and we were then kissing. Our time was meant to be a brief dumping of the bags and maybe time to reapply makeup, before heading out for a big night of drunken fun.

We had other ideas. I had told everyone that Sarah needed to get dressed up for the evening. We would take a little longer. Her dexterous fingers got me naked within seconds. I helped with my bra. In truth I couldn’t get myself undressed that quickly.

We then fell onto the bed.

“Can I wear these on the day?” Sarah asked, lying on the bed as she slid my boring blue cotton leg cut panties down my legs. I had put them on to be comfortable, rather than sexy on the journey.

“Why?” I queried sitting up, and my fingers gently stroked her bare skin, dancing around a few freckles of her face.

“Lizzy, I'm thinking of something borrowed, something old and something blue. They are perfect.”

“They are not THAT old?”

She raised an eyebrow. It dismantled me. The elastic hem had several obvious white threads that had started to fray on the edges. They could have been rather old. I genuinely couldn't remember buying them.

“Of course you can.” I grinned.

I watched as my worn panties went straight in her bag. I had several spare pairs with me, I wasn’t going to worry. I was planning on wearing a sexy red thong for the evening.

Sarah then crawled forwards and kissed my inner thighs, then moved up and kissed my belly and then with her hand on my breasts, straddled my hips and kissed me on the lips.

At that moment we needed each other. It had been too long. With our lips together we fell onto the bed and wrapped our arms around each other. I don't know how long we were there on the bed breathless kissing each other. It was fun and enthralling. Eventually we paused as the door was loudly banged on. “Hurry up, we are ready to go out,” came the shout.

The small problem: We were very much still naked lying on the bed, our bodies, lips and tongues intertwined. “On our way,” was the muffled shout back. Before we quietly moaned as we hurriedly kissed again.

I find the sex with Sarah is so much better than with Dan. Yes, he is masculine, yes, he has a large throbbing cock that reaches places Sarah’s delicate fingers can’t. But where he smells of sweat and grunts, she moans and smells of flowers. I find myself bewitched; she is delightful. Sarah is gorgeous. Her fingers know exactly what to do, there is no fumbling around, there is precision, like a surgeon, there is grace. She knows exactly how to turn me on something rotten. As she does it to me time and again.

I was now standing there on my own, tucked around the corner of the grand hotel desperate for a cigarette. I had another problem, just thinking about Sarah meant I was getting aroused and wet just thinking about her naked body climbing on top and her delightful dexterous fingers furiously fucking me. I had promised Sarah that I would wait. I was waiting. I was also anxious. I wanted to get back to the action. Ultimately to hang out with Sarah. I also needed to light up. It was a case of contemplating smoking two, one at that moment and another when she arrived.

The two of us spend most of the night outside the bars drinking and continually smoking. We had persuaded Sarah to dress in the typical Hen do outfit of a cheap white dress, and veil with large red L plates stapled to her back, and carrying round with her an inflatable dildo. The other girls would bring us drink after drink. It was extremely good fun as we laughed and giggled our way from pub to pub. We got louder and more raucous as the drinks flowed and night progressed.

The plan worked, the hens and I got Sarah very, very, drunk. But it was my responsibility as chief hen to get her back to the hotel room safely. I did. Well, what I remember about it. I had a vague memory of her lying on her back in just her underwear with her legs and arms spread on the bed and me fighting her to get her dress off her lower half. Sarah only had one priority. Kissing and groping me. I was not going to complain. She was so drunk she was incapable of doing much more than that. She was extremely interested in my breasts. I was not complaining, but when you were in the process of steering her to the bathroom her loving lips licking my nipples was a little distracting. I can remember helping her sit upright on the toilet as we kissed and then not bothering with makeup removal or teeth, helping her up and putting her on the bed.

In the morning neither of us were in much of a fit state.

For speed we then took turns in the shower, if we had gone in together, we would have had too much fun and taken far longer. Eventually we got dressed and met up with the others downstairs. After a very much-needed cigarette, we all headed to the nearest greasy spoon cafe for a full-on English breakfast. I don't want to question how many calories we had consumed that weekend. But I felt amazing afterwards.

With the warm afternoon sun on my face, it was pleasant standing there. Without a burning cigarette I could even smell the flowers in the borders beside me. It was then that I felt an arm around my waist, gently squeezing me. It brought me out of my daydream. I didn’t need to turn around, I knew exactly who it was. She had done exactly the same thing that morning.

Sarah had wanted me to stay with her the night before the wedding. I was not going to refuse. Leaving Dan to his own devices and telling him to go for beers with Jeff and a promise to meet up before the wedding, after a bottle of wine with the family, I was put up in her parents' spare bedroom. As Sarah wasn't going to be seeing Jeff the morning before, all the superstitions were being truly followed. It meant though as chief bridesmaid, I was going to be in a position to help her all day.

In my case, that role surprisingly started from the minute we woke up. As the night before when the house fell quiet there was a gentle knock on the door, and Sarah entered my room. I was already tucked up in bed and was not expecting her to be wearing an oversized large Disney branded nightie. With her taking my hand, I was then quietly requested to sneak back across the landing with her to be in her bedroom. The same room she had when she was a teenager.

It was totally wrong, but the situation felt so right. In a practiced move she pushed open her window and suggested we have a quick cigarette before bed. I wasn't to complain. I take every opportunity to smoke. Sitting together warmly wedged in on her windowsill, feeling her body and her touch on me with us alternating, forcing our smoke-filled exhales out the window until our cigarettes were finished. With our finished butts flicked through the open window, I got up ready to head back to my room. Sarah looked at me and pulled a puppy dog’s face of sadness and with her arms crossed over pulled off her nightie.

She was then standing there in front of me with her delightful porcelain coloured body brightly lit by the moonlight that was shining through the open curtains. “Stay with me tonight?” Sarah asked with a purr as she turned her head and looked towards her old single bed.

“Of course.” I nodded without thinking and very quickly joined her in being naked by dropping my pyjama bottoms and pulling off my top. I then very quickly closed the curtains; I am sure that no one had seen us.

There was something comforting climbing naked into her bed. Being next to her soft body is bliss. Don’t get me wrong, being with Dan is amazing too. But Sarah is just better. It took a bit of wiggling around to get comfortable.

We didn't do anything more strenuous before falling asleep than a long sloppy kiss on what would be our last night together. Before falling asleep there were a lot of whispered discussions about the day ahead. The excitement had got to us, it took a while to finally shut our eyes. What didn’t help is we kept looking and grinning at each other.

We couldn’t do any more than quietly kiss, as firstly she was the one getting married in the morning. Secondly there was no room in the single bed and thirdly, her parents' room was right next door. I woke up with her gently snoring, snuggled into me with her arm wrapped securely around me, her hand affectionately holding my belly.

I rolled around trying to get comfortable and Sarah started to cough and splutter as she stirred. We woke up together still looking and smiling at each other.

It was an exciting day ahead, but we both knew that as our lips touched that this was our last naked moment together. We probably wouldn't be waking up in bed together again.

Tears flowed down both our noses. We were in our happy place, nose to nose, breast to breast and belly to belly. Even with our emotions flowing, I felt delightfully calm there.

So much so, I felt my body again responding to hers. The warmth, the beauty and the touch. My heart was thumping hard as I looked into her eyes. I could clearly see the excitement, fear and sadness all merged into one. We smiled at each other, in the morning light her blue eyes truly looked just like the twinkling Mediterranean Sea all those weeks ago. Our shared pillow was quickly getting as wet.

I stroked her twisted hair from her face. “Please Sarah, don't cry, you're making me do it too,” I sniffed. I felt cold all of a sudden, after shuffling around my position and getting comfortable meant my bare buttocks were now in the cool air overhanging the mattress.

“I'm not,” she quietly cried back. The duvet was still up over her hair, she looked like a very cute nun.

“I'm not either.” I quietly laughed before I practically wailed. She then ran her fingers across my face, wiping away some tears.

“I love you,” she blurted out, “to the very bottom of my heart and beyond.”

My heart danced in my ribcage in agreement, my loins quickly moistened in excitement as more tears flowed, “Sarah, babe, I love you too.” I loudly sniffed a reply. Our lips touched again.

“But I'm sad. Maybe I shouldn’t?” Her face looked pained. The emotions of the day were building and getting to her. I was affectionately stroking her face with my thumb.

“Sarah, it's pre-wedding nerves. Today is the beginning of the rest of your amazing life,” I smiled and kissed her now extremely salty lips.

“It's difficult,” Sarah again sniffed so hard it was a snort. She was blinking hard, sending more tear drops down her face, they were rolling over her freckles and down her cute nose.

“Sarah, tomorrow morning you are going to wake up as the gorgeous Mrs Turner and be lying next to hunk that is the handsome Jeff.” I forced a smile. The fact she was getting married today suddenly hit and hurt me too. This was the end.

I focused on her eyes as they continued to watery sparkle as the energy built towards the impending wedding, the one she had spent months planning. Sarah gently nodded. “That's a rather cool thought, isn't it?” She asked for confirmation as the corners of her lips raised as she smiled at me.

“Yes.” Under the duvet I gently ran my hand down her sides and then over her hips. Her eyes told me she was willing me further. I squeezed her body closer to mine and pressed my lips against hers for what I knew was the very last time.

“We will do this again, won't we?” She asked, her eyes penetrating mine, searching for answers.

I really didn't know. I had to think. I could hear my heart thumping as I waited too long to reply. “Yes, one day. I promise, as there is my hen doo.”

“I already look forward to it.” Sarah forced a smile. Her breasts squeezed tightly against mine, she wiggled slightly, and her trimmed pubic hairs bristled coarsely against my thigh.

Silently we stayed in position breathing gently in lockstep and our salty tear covered lips slowly kissing each other for a bit, then stopping, crying some more and then kissing again. It was a long kiss goodbye. To both my sexy gorgeous Miss Barlow who was firmly between my arms and to what had become ‘us’.

Her hands had worked their way down my back and eventually caressed and stroked and with our lips touching, squeezing my cool buttocks. The kiss broke.

“Oh, Lizzy, you're so cold, shall we get up, I need a smoke.” She smiled brightly at me, her eyes still very watery as she chuckled.

“I thought you'd never ask.” I then gave my amazing special lover the tightest biggest squeeze I could, then a definitive very final kiss.

Sitting there at breakfast, there were some very quizzical looks from her mum at me. She was a spitting image of Sarah, just nearly thirty years older. You could tell she had been a stunner when younger. With these looks, I am not sure what she was questioning. She had been on the hen doo, maybe Sarah and I had been too close in the open. Other than passionate sex in bed I thought I was very well behaved both on that night, and the previous evening. It could be coming downstairs and both of us going out for a cigarette. That could have been the disapproval. But she knew we smoked. We kept popping out during the evening.  I think the biggest issue was that she may have worked out that I had not slept in the spare bed. There was relief though, thankfully other than a questioning stare, nothing was said. But I knew that I had to be on my best behaviour going forward. However, being a little naughty and sneaking out for more cigarettes was a must.

But that's how I knew Sarah was definitely wearing my old fraying blue panties under her lovely white dress. I spent all morning with Sarah. Soon after breakfast, the hairdresser she had booked arrived. The excitement of the day ratcheted up again. The hairdresser had done wonders with her hair. The red ringlets that twisted either side of her face framed it beautifully. She also had time for mine. We both looked amazing.

I then set about helping Sarah into her dress. It was strange to me being fully clothed and her very naked and then seeing her in my old tatty underwear which she pulled up her legs, that moment was even stranger. But when finally completed the dress showed off her amazing figure spectacularly. She looked truly special, like a million dollars. She looked beautiful all day.

“Hey Liz, oh amazing you waited,” she happily grinned as she swanned around the corner, her hand holding up the hem of dress from the floor. Sarah looked like a truly gorgeous princess in her off the shoulders look.

“For you, Sarah, you know I will do anything.” I replied, handing her the unlit cigarette I had got ready for her in anticipation. I lit mine and then helped keep her lacey veil clear from the flame. I was close enough to smell her subtle sweet perfume on her skin.

I could also see the excitement on her face of seeing the cigarette between my fingers as it was palpable, “I am gagging for this. It's worse than at work trying to find the right time.”  She placed the filter between her lips.

We grinned at each other as I flicked the lighter, the flame danced as she dragged. The wave of relief on her face was evident as she desperately pulled hard, and we were soon surrounded by the comforting smell of smoke. I looked at it as a brief little halo of protection around us. Smoking together was what we did. With the smoke in my lungs I was momentary on cloud nine.

“I seriously needed this.” Sarah replied with the smoke billowing from her ruby red lips before tilting her head back and instantly dragging again.

I had to agree, I was also full of emotions, I could easily have kissed Sarah there and then. My heart was fluttering with excitement. My crotch was again moist with all the exciting memories of us together. Sarah had that knack, she did that to me so many times in the last few months. Just a smile here, a touch there, a lit cigarette here. I exhaled my lungful of smoke and got close enough to her, I was inches from stealing a kiss, I was within touching distance. We were alone, just the two of us. It was a special moment, I was looking into her twinkling blue eyes, her subtle makeup, beautiful dress and amazing hair. It was a perfect wedding day. I had my arms out; I was ready to pounce. Then I heard a voice, then spotted out of the corner of my eye Jeff, then a second later Dan as they mid-joke sauntered together around the corner carrying our new drinks. My heart sank like a lead weight, whereas I should have been excited to see my man. I reluctantly took a step back. Jeff was of course actively hunting and looking for his new wife, and she had only stepped away from him two minutes ago.

Both Jeff and Dan looked handsome in their black suits, waistcoats, and the ties that matched my and the other bridesmaid’s dresses. Swish, stylish, and sophisticated. Deep down my heart fluttered, I knew there was a reason why I was marrying Dan. He is amazing and of course sexy and handsome.

With an exaggerated sniff of the air whilst looking totally unsurprised and uninterested at our obvious burning cigarettes. “I thought I’d find my wife here, hiding away with a smoke.” Jeff declared with a huge grin on his smoothly shaved face. It was an obvious surprise at himself hearing the word ‘wife’ from his own mouth.

Then with Sarah holding the cigarette well out of the way, he stepped in between us and then there was a very large pang of jealousy that hit my heart as he was the one that then passionately kissed the very happy and new Mrs Turner on the lips. It hurt, I wanted to do just that.

All I could do was offer my hand out to Dan, with a yank he took it and began affectionately squeezing my fingers tightly, and I smiled devotedly back at him, as I ultimately knew that he is my loving future. I have to look forward to undressing and climbing drunkenly into the hotel bed with him later on. Making sure that his hard cock works overtime and scratching my ever-growing wet itch between my thighs. As I then focused on the joy in the couple in the situation developing in front of me. Dan and I stood there and watched the newlywed couple Jeff and Sarah romantically kiss each other. I should have wanted to happily clap and whoop, but I didn’t as I also couldn’t help but get a severe case of feeling like I was missing out. All I could think about is I should be the one kissing her, so I took the second-best thing going, I then gave Dan a quick ‘hello darling’ kiss. He looked amazing as he carefully wrapped his arm around me supportively, trying not to spill his beer, and we both then observed the smiling couple.

Deep down I knew it was exciting. We would do the same loving thing in a few months. I had to focus on the positives of that. As Sarah’s twinkling blue eyes looked into Jeff’s, all I could feel was my heart twanging, then the happy couple looked back at us, grinning very much happily in love with each other.

Watching on with another deep breath as I knew we still had the meal and speeches to go yet, followed by several hours of dancing. With a gentle sigh, I focused on putting the filter back between my lips and as I closed my eyes and thought of the naked Sarah in bed, looking deeply in love, whilst straddling my crotch and with her smoky lips kissing mine as her fingers kept passionately thrusting deeply inside me. As I took in the next best possible thing available, the largest dose of pleasure that I could get from my cigarette.

The End

This is another of my looks behind the curtains of the models that grace our screens more often than not, with a cigarette sexily perched between their lips. In this instance the author believes the rather sexy model is a spitting image of Jodie Foster.

Dani Danger Smokes

Dani is a thirty-nine-year-old curvy blonde from Oklahoma in the USA. She is married, with two teenagers. Her day job is juggling furniture restoring, her children, and producing content for OnlyFans. She also looks after a small “zoo” of animals including three dogs, three cats, and a bearded dragon. She currently smokes around half a pack of Marlboro Black 100’s a day.

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Dani’s actual cigarette smoking journey began later on in life. She started when she was twenty-six. The process of inhaling smoke was not a new thing or a skill that she needed to learn. Her first puff was on weed when she was sixteen. Sitting out of town up on the cliffs with a couple of girlfriends. A seminal moment. Dani liked the feeling of smoking weed.

Weed smoking continued for most of her life. She quit when she had her children with her first husband. But soon she carried on smoking spliffs when she could. More recently that habit has been blended with cigarettes and vaping.

In her life cigarettes were not a strange thing for Dani. They were always there as both her parents smoked, and her best friend at the time also smoked cigarettes. As Dani already enjoyed smoking weed, it was not much of a hop, skip, and jump emotionally for her to join in and smoke cigarettes as well. Her friend was ultimately the catalyst for her finally trying. The curiosity had got the better of her. She had to experiment. She started with her friend's brand. Marlboro Light Shorts. That quickly began her nicotine addiction journey. No one in her family complained about her new found habit.

When her relationship with her first husband fell apart, she was hanging out with her boyfriend of the time. He offered her a cigarette during sex. Dragging on it whilst he pounded her was an exhilarating feeling. It was then that she knew that there was something exciting about sex and smoking. She knew that smoking looked hot, but smoking and sex together was on a different level.

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Dani had for many years mixed smoking cigarettes and weed. Smoking around a pack a day. More recently, in the past year or so Dani has also started vaping. It means she has cut down the number of cigarettes she smokes a day. She has done this because she finds it's so much easier to vape. Dani is vaping everywhere she can, and when in some desperate nicotine required occasions, places she shouldn't. Her favourite flavours are mint and berry. She also prefers to vape in front of her family, as her teenage children are not particularly happy with her smoking.

She doesn't believe that smoking has affected her in any great way. She still loves swimming and can proudly hold her breath underwater for a long time. There is one thing that might have happened, Dani is not convinced that her taste buds are what they used to be.

Dani managed to quit smoking a few years ago but then had to have surgery on her foot. This meant that she was sitting at home, with her leg up in the air. The boredom got to her. She again found that enjoying cigarettes and smoking filled some of the time.

The best thing for Dani about smoking is the nicotine high that she can still get. As it's a calming enjoyable high rather than a frenzied one. For her the worst thing about smoking cigarettes is the smell it creates.

Dani starts her day vaping. Then once she has got her family their breakfast and packed everyone off to school and work, she will sit down, and smoke weed first. Once the edge of the day is taken off, she will light her first of several cigarettes of the day.

As well as producing smoking and curvy MILF content, showing off her natural 40D breasts. Of which she recently learnt her nipples type are called “Ghosties” because they are the same colour as her skin. She has found out that there is also a whole interest in that type of “invisible” areola. Dani also offers a unique internet-based service. That of online tarot reading. The big difference compared to many readers is that Dani reads the cards topless. This is what her family believes her OnlyFans content is, hours and hours of her reading the cards without any clothes on. Rather than sexy images and videos of her smoking and doing other erotic and exciting things.

The most exciting request she has had was to record herself for fifteen minutes smoking whilst providing jerk off instructions and giving her customer small penis humiliation. She found that both fun and interesting to do.

Looking to the future, she currently doesn't see much change regarding her habit as she enjoys her cigarettes, her vape, and her weed far too much to quit. Plus she loves making the all-important online content. There is potential to improve her content. Currently she is solo, however she is looking at bringing in her husband to spice things up, plus she is willing to collaborate with any other female models out there to provide some F-F content.

This is another of my looks behind the curtains of the models that grace our screens more often than not, with a cigarette sexily perched between their lips.

Marilyn the Grassy Feet Smoker

Her smoking and barefoot content can be found at

Marilyn (u/grassyfeet7) - Reddit

Marilyn (@grassyfeet7) / X

Marilyn is a slim twenty-year-old Irish brunette. She is a digital art student and works part time. She currently smokes 5-8 Benson and Hedges Gold a day. Her smoking story is currently very short. I promise to try and come back later in time to investigate it in further detail.

Marilyn has been a vaper for three years. At the time she tried one of her friends and instantly liked it. She now continuously vapes her ‘Pineapple Ice’ flavoured vape. For us her addiction to nicotine changed a month ago as she started smoking because of being with her boyfriend for six months. He smokes quite a bit, and she saw how much pleasure it gave him. He told her how much more relaxed he was after smoking. Sitting there with him lighting up she did not mind the smell. As such it did not take long in their relationship for her to actively want to try out smoking herself.

Some of her friends also smoke, so she is finding it fun to hang out socially with the smokers now.

Marilyn is so early into her smoking journey she can still go for a few days like spending time with her parents before getting back to her boyfriend and finally enjoying that moment where she can light up. She will still be vaping the whole time. However, she seriously enjoys that first cigarette.

Currently the most Marilyn has smoked in one day is thirteen. Whilst messing around trying to make content, the most she has smoked at once is three. She is not currently actively trying to increase her daily amount. But she is willing to smoke more a day for money if she can make content for us all.

Marilyn may vape at her parents’ house, and she still technically lives there with them, but they are not there often. Also, she is spending more time at her boyfriend’s house, she has a lot more freedom. On a day she has spent with him she will light up as soon as she wakes up. She will then continue vaping for a bit until her next cigarette would be when she is playing video games for a bit. Just to relax before travelling wherever she needs to go that morning. She will then smoke one after lunch & one after dinner. She will then smoke two or three more depending on the number of custom requests she has in the evening.

Marilyn stumbled across the smoking fetish subs on Reddit and has enjoyed the feedback given to the pictures she has posted. She enjoys making content. Her barefoot content is also a bit of fun, something artistic to show off and share with the people.

For her the best thing about smoking- literally all of it right now. Marlyn is enjoying the taste, the feel of the smoke in her body, and the relaxation it causes. She loves how it makes her look and how other people now look at her.

The worst thing about smoking for her is the cost of a pack! For her to buy cigarettes it’s €19 a pack.

She currently doesn't see any downsides to smoking. She may cough a little if she smokes a lot but that’s all. After vaping for three years, she has already developed the vaper's cough.

The Perfect Breakfast

I wake with a start. Looking up and blinking hard, I panic, as it slowly comes into focus, I don't recognise the ceiling high above in front of me. My heart rate and breathing rate instantly increases. I'm confused, I am not in my own bed, nor my own bedroom. Fear is my first thought. I sniff. It's at least a comforting known smell. The overpowering odour of cigarette smoke and wine. There is another perfume and aroma too. It's not mine. It's surrounding me as an aura, as usual. It's clearly in my hair, and I can taste it on my tongue. I must have not washed my teeth. This morning it's like I went to bed stubbed out in an ashtray and then was dropped in a vat of cheap plonk. 

I then have to smile, the jigsaw puzzle clicks into place. I relax, taking a few deep breaths. There is also the underlying smell of sweaty sex. I know exactly where I am. 

Groaning, my fingers stretched and reached for my phone. First moment of relief I was sensible enough to plug it in to charge before passing out. But to my disappointment my cigarette pack is not there. My heart rate increases again. The screen shows that it's seven in the morning, my body clock has kicked in. I could still be asleep. I know I went to bed far too late. I should be still asleep. But unfortunately, I'm not. My alarm is normally going off at six thirty every day. What's made it worse is the time change messing with me. It's only an hour, but it's definitely screwed me over. I have a requirement; I need more sleep. What doesn't help me is that it must be twenty-five degrees Celsius already. I'm sweating just under the flimsy bed sheet, that's before even leaving the bed.

To my other side is what I think is what actually woke me from my alcohol fuelled slumber. It is the mop of ginger hair above the white sheet that belongs to the mostly hidden Sarah. She was wiggling around clearly still dreaming of something exciting, her nose loudly snorting like a red pig looking for truffles buried deep within her pillow. I promise not to tell her she snores.

This may be the only downside of the fun and excitement of a drunken girly weekend away with Sarah. Sun, Sea and Sangria. That was the plan, to get a bit of natural colour to our wintered pasty skin. It was all her idea, and she even booked it without telling me. Then one Tuesday evening she rang me all excited. Just quietly dropping into the conversation in a surreptitious way asking me to come with her to Majorca. I couldn't say no, I'm a good friend, her bestie and of course chief bridesmaid. If I hadn't agreed, she later let on she would have lost a fortune. Apparently, the names were not transferable. As we are both getting married next year. It has to be said again not to each other. It's an easy mistake to make. When out and about together we keep excitedly talking about our weddings. People instantly assume that we are getting together. We have to correct them, the pinks we have chosen are very different tones.

Even though I'm a few years older than her, she got engaged a month before me. I was definitely not copying. No. Dan had done everything properly. Asked my dad and got down on one knee. I wasn't going to say no cos Sarah had done it a week or two before.

I love Dan as much as I love Sarah. He was happy for me to come out here. He was going to have some manly time with his mates. Sarah would say the same about me and her man Jeff. I know that much.

Sarah had confidently said that she had definitely booked a twin room. When we were faced with staff at the counter, it was a mistake the hotel made and not Sarah ticking the wrong box late at night after most of a bottle of wine. The problem of hurriedly looking at her phone without her glasses on. She was convinced she had done it right. I was okay with it, I was not going to build a pillow wall between us. I knew her well enough.

When in Spain and all that. We definitely did plan on drinking vast quantities of sangria and wine last night. A mini hen. Just the two of us, the main one is a few months’ time. It will be in sunny Margate.

We were very successful in this task. A trip away just the two of us. That was all planned. We had talked of nothing else since having the first glass of wine in the airport.

Just being away for two nights. Going to make the most of it. There was a great deal of begging and swapping done for it to happen. It was a hassle to get a Friday off work especially with the wedding, proper hen doo and the honeymoon all coming up. But there we go. Back to normality on Monday. Grovelling in a tan for forgiveness. 

Both of us are going to be having fun on a small Spanish island. Apart from the double bed and the monster hangover, everything is going spectacularly well. We will head down to the beach later and get a suntan.

The thing I'm looking forward to at this very moment is my cigarette and coffee. It's the highlight of the start of the day. I know it's a bad habit. Dan is not particularly happy with me smoking. He doesn't say anything, but I can occasionally see the disdain on his face when I light up. It's nice to get away with Sarah. She smokes as much as I do, if not more. Some might say she is my bad influence.

Talking of her influence, as well as us buying drinks, Sarah kept offering her pack to me. She had bought a carton at the airport. I kept accepting. As such I know we both smoked far too much last night. We would probably do the same tonight.

The aparthotel was only an hour's drive from the airport. Sarah had booked a room right next to the sea. The hotel bar was practically on the beach. Sitting there with the drinks our toes could touch the sand. Which meant no sooner had we arrived and dumped our bags had we sat there drinking and smoking all night long. As such for the most part I can't really remember going to bed. It's all a bit of a hazy blur.

It was no good, I had to get up. My bladder was uncomfortable and importantly I needed my morning cigarette. At home the pack is there beside me. Ready and waiting. The moment of delight that fills me when I flick the lighter and pull in the smoke. It couldn't happen, it was a non-smoking hotel. I was annoyed with myself; my pack wasn't beside the phone. I wish I could have stayed in bed a bit longer. I have to get up and look for it. Surprisingly, I was naked, I normally always sleep in at least my panties. My clothes were in a mess dumped on the floor by the uncomfortable looking sofa. The hazy memory of dancing around whilst getting undressed bed surfaces as I visit the bathroom.

The next memory arrives like a delayed second-class letter posted at two in the morning as Sarah's clothes are just dumped on the floor. She must have gotten undressed in there. I kick her discarded panties, bra, top and skirt away from the toilet and sink as I sit down. I'm not cleaning up after her. Sitting on the toilet there is a moment of peace. I then wash my hands and face in the sink. I can still smell wine and cigarettes on my skin and hair. They are seeping out of every pore on me. I know I really need a shower. But at this time of morning a cigarette comes first. I take a cautious look in the mirror. I didn’t remove my makeup. That is again unfortunate. I hear a louder groaning, followed by a spluttering repetitive cough. My equally hungover truffle hunter was then waking up.

As I leave the bathroom Sarah groggily appears. A much-needed cigarette already lit between her fingers. I breathe in and get a pang of jealousy, I need a cigarette too. Her bright red hair, a mop of sweaty bed head, framing her bloodshot blue eyes and freckled pretty face. Granted she was looking particularly tired. That was just as I felt. She still grins happily at me. Both of us ignored our naked situation. We say morning to each other. I then had a memory of the night before of coming through the front door and standing outside the bathroom and her passionately kissing me. Our fingers explored all over each other. We could have done as we were very drunk and had been comparing notes on sex all night. The hazy thought of also kissing outside in the hallway by the front door tingled me. We had delayed using the key just for one more kiss. We then did a little dance as we passed. Avoiding what I actually wanted at that moment, the electric charge of contact with our naked skin.

“Oh, that's where they are.” She sighs with relief through the open door, I look back and watch her kicking her clothes in frustration as they skid further across the white tiles and bunch up in front of the shower. I nod in agreement.

“Coffee?” 

“Oh, I would murder for one.” Sarah smiles but practically growls at me.

“On it.” I turn and leave her, the door wide open with her sitting on the toilet as she dragged again on her cigarette. I have a small worry about the fire alarm, but soon dismiss it. It should be fine.

In the tiny kitchenette of the small bright white painted apartment type room, I wash out the equally tiny white kettle and use bottled water to fill it up. You can never be sure. I don't want a dodgy stomach from being away.

I notice that I am making myself delay lighting up, I am actively procrastinating for the first cigarette of the day. The pack is annoyingly also not on the kitchen counter, I would have lit up there and then. I know waiting will just increase the amount of pleasure from that first drag. I am aware that I am beginning to get that building anxious tremble of need. The desire to light up is growing quicker in me by the minute.

The toilet flushes just as the steaming bouncing kettle clicks.

“Milk, sugar?” I call out loudly, then croakily cough myself. My throat and lungs are in growing need of a cigarette. I hope she heard me over hissing taps in the bathroom.

“Yes please, two spoons this morning.”

I make the coffee; I am sure I fell asleep spooning Sarah. We were that drunk. She was lovely and warm to hug. Dare I say softer, more cuddlier than Dan.

With the coffee made, I am excited I am getting ever closer to the delightful sensation of my first cigarette of the day.

I take the two mugs out onto the balcony. The view is genuinely breathtakingly stunning. Something that I had not noticed yesterday. The beach is literally on our doorstep. Sarah could not have chosen a more beautiful location. There in front of me was an instant wave of relief, that's where my pack and lighter went. The evidence was clear with several butts and my half-smoked cigarette from the night before sitting in a tiny metallic ashtray. 

The sight of the half smoked cigarette led to a memory of leaning against the balcony wall and looking down at the orange street lights glistening on the dark water as people slowly and loudly made their way home. I was there having one last smoke of the night. It was then that I felt Sarah's cool arms wrapping around me. Squeezing in against my waist as her fingers slid inside my linen trousers. Her index finger firmly and rhythmically rubbed against my lacey white panties. Standing there I was willing the probing tip to slide in. She stopped, I whimpered as she briefly removed her hands and undid the button and dropped the fly. Then with more space for her wrist as she carried on teasing me, driving me wild, making me want more, until she began stroking her fingers inside me. I was gripping on to the wall, looking out across the resort’s night sky trying to calmly smoke my last cigarette of the night, looking over the peaceful sea, and at the same time being furiously fingered by Sarah. It was delicious, delightful, naughty bliss. With the smoke continuously billowing from my lips I then squealed and moaned far too loudly. The whole town may have heard me. It dawned on me what we were doing. I reached over and dropped my half finished cigarette on the table and spun around. My loose trousers were now happily sliding down my thighs, my panties still stretched and wedged uncomfortably to the side. I was surprised to find that Sarah was already naked, giggling with excitement. I then took control and with a little yelp from Sarah pushed her back into the privacy of our room. After I kissed her, she continued her task as she hurriedly undressed me. My panties easily landed around my ankles. I helped her with my bra.

That's why her clothes were in the bathroom and mine discarded by the sofa.

Standing naked on the balcony with the sun beating down on me, I didn't even think about the fact I had no clothes on. It had gotten noticeably hotter in the past twenty minutes. I was convinced that no one could see me.

I sit down on the partially cooler shady side of the balcony. The plastic seat is warm to my skin. I slurp my hot coffee. A delightful scorching acrid taste washes as it flows down my throat contrasting against the remaining hint of wine and nicotine from last night. Bliss. I spin around my pack and put a fresh cigarette between my lips and grab my lighter. I focus all my attention on getting the much-needed smoke flowing into my lungs. 

As I straighten up and exhale. Through the cloud Sarah arrived. I smile warmly at her as the smoke dissipates, I could tell she had brushed her hair in the bathroom. She was now presentable. She was hiding her grin from me with a mug, almost in exactly the same way she had done with her hand the night before as she climbed on top and straddled me before she started caressing my breasts. This morning, she looked gorgeous with a cigarette between her fingers and a mug of coffee to her lips, as the bright morning sunlight shone down on her beautiful bare skin. She put her mug back down and cheekily smiled, almost sticking her tongue out at me. Before putting the filter back between her lips. The relief of smoke in her body is evident on her pretty face.

I followed suit, and again dragged on my cigarette. It was what I had been wanting, the enjoyment of the feeling of the smoke in my lungs as the sun began to shine on my own skin. It was then I opened my eyes and looked at Sarah. A shiver of pleasure ran through my body. I felt the tingle between my legs again as I could remember as the night before with her beaming smile as she slid down between my thighs and then her tongue and fingers had worked in harmony on my breasts and clit. Sarah was like a cat with a bowl of cream, her tongue had lapped and probed me to an amazing orgasm.

Sitting there in the morning sun. Smoking away, neither of us saying anything, calmly listening to the waves gently rolling up the sandy beach below. I know ultimately sitting naked with Sarah is the best type of breakfast company. Cigarette, coffee and Sarah. It's delightful and delicious. She again grins at me, the smoke twisting and turning from her cigarette flows over her shoulder, as she rubs her lips together. Like she is asking me for a kiss. I gently nod. I'm not going to say no. I stretch out my leg, it touches hers. She leans some weight against me. We smile again in delight of contact. The connection is made again. I feel the electrical charge flowing through us. No words are needed. Yes, we can kiss, but in a minute. I bring the mug to my lips for a gulp of coffee. I am enjoying the peace. We are both winning in this situation. First, I need to keep dragging on the cigarette. It's what I have been truly waiting for since I first opened my eyes.

I just need to wait a few short minutes, just for myself, as there is plenty of time as we have all day. We were very hurried last night. Everything we did was as if time was against us. I can now clearly remember the whole night from the kissing as we left the bar, to hugging and kissing in the lift, to the getting into the hotel room and undressing and then the sex. Every single exciting moment of pleasure in glorious HD vision.

In the sober sunlight of the morning, I hope in the future we can make more time to enjoy it.  But what if this magic only exists here, in this place?  We need to make time now before we fly home, all we have is now.

First, I need to get the maximum pleasure out of my caffeine and nicotine. I feel like a winner. I just need to hurry up. I gulped down my coffee and then again dragged hard on my cigarette, enjoying the sensations twisting within me. She pushed her chair back, the sun on her freckled chest, she then bent over slightly and smiled.

"Lizzy, do you wanna?" She grins at me, cocking her head towards the doors, her twinkly blue eyes matching the colour of the sea disappearing out the horizon and beyond.

“Of course, just one second,” I replied, bringing the filter back to my lips.

Sitting there in this pleasurable moment, I am determined to get as much pleasure out of my breakfast of caffeine and nicotine as possible.  They march through my head with the determination of a freight train barreling towards a tunnel.  Each sip followed by a delicious heady drag, pulling ripples of chemical ecstasy that move in tune with the electric touch of her toes tapping their way up my leg past my knees. With every sip and drag, more hits of pleasure are achieved. I watch her with momentarily sadness on her face as she stub out her spent cigarette into the nearly overflowing ashtray at the center of the table. Her face emerges from my last cloud of exhaled smoke. My cigarette was now also burnt down to the filter, my mug unfortunately empty, but her eyes were demanding a kiss.  Part of me wishes for a second cup and another smoke to go with it just to draw out and live in this moment for as long as I am allowed. She was smiling at me and her leg was still intently gliding up and down stroking mine. I find myself easily responding, the growing wetness between my legs gives me a greater demand. I casually scratch my inner thigh. The next cigarette and coffee will definitely have to wait.

Finally taking her hand and with us both standing up our smoky lips quickly connect, she whimpers as shuffling forwards our bare breasts and bellies touch. The electricity flows between us again, we both moan.  She nibbles at my bottom lip and my hands work their way down her curves to clench her soft buttocks. It will be her turn now, the added taste of her on my tongue will complete this perfect breakfast.

The End

Would like to thank Jeff of SF Pinup’s for letting me use his smoking fetish art as the inspiration for this piece of work. Also need to thank him as he also assisted in beta reading the story.

Art by Jeff SF Pinups

A Small White Cylindrical Lie.

It was just a small white lie a couple of years ago. I had honestly forgotten all about it.

It happened whilst filling out the application form. Amongst all the boring details. Name, address, education levels. Height, weight, natural hair colour etc. It was only to do a bit of modelling at the weekends. Help pay my way. I sat there one rainy Sunday and filled in the form.

I’ve always been seen as a pretty girl. I know I can get men's heads to turn as I walk past. My friends used to say, “you should be a model.” I would sit and dream.

Deep down I knew that me, actually modelling wasn't actually going to pay the bills so did the proper life route. I went to university and the graduate training program. Rather than saying “model” on my CV it says, “Corporate Consultant.”

If you want to strip down your team, during the week I'm the girl for you. Also, on the weekend I'm stripping off.

It is a distraction from another week of travelling in endless airports and making people redundant. I'm not HR, but ultimately reducing headcount saves businesses. Standing in front of the camera gives me a happy contrast to the stress. Something to look forward to. I was going to become that model.

“Can you smoke?

“Yes” A simple tick in the box on a form. I didn’t think anything about it. You have to say yes to these things. Like horse riding.

It wasn't a “Do you smoke?” Which of course would be “no”. I don't. I wasn't going to lie. But I could stand there with a cigarette between my fingers and look like I smoke. I am sure it wouldn't be lit. Acting; I could easily mimic a smoker. I know some smokers. The camera wouldn't see the lie.

I stood in tight-fitting jeans. They made my ass look phenomenal. As I was just wearing just a thong, my butt cheeks were lifted nicely.

We had already taken some initial topless shots of me wistfully looking out of the window at the view. Supposedly waiting for my man to return from work.

Cassandra was the photographer. She is amazing at making me look wonderful. Her makeup assistant Tiffany does amazing things. Together they get the framing and lighting just right. We had all worked together the other month. She is sexier than me. In reality, I should be taking photos of her.

It was then that as they were setting up the next shoot she appeared grinning carrying a small cardboard box. I instantly knew what it was. A pack of cigarettes, a pack of Virginia Slims.

“Julia, apparently you can smoke?” She smiles.

“Hmmm.”

“I read about it this morning.”

I gulp, “I guess.” I had forgotten all about it.

“We want to redo the first pictures of you looking out the window with a lit cigarette, think it will show off longing.”

She threw me the pack and unfortunately the lighter. I now can't just act it. They want me to smoke.

I then felt what could have been a hundred eyes looking at me. In reality it was four. I looked up at Cassandra who shrugged her shoulders in a “get on with it” look.

Sliding the cigarette from the pack. I could feel my heart rate increasing. My throat went dry.

I put the cigarette between my lips and slid the pack into my pocket. In the photos it would look good there. It was as if a cold breeze tumbled through the room. My nipples jumped in anticipation as I flicked the lighter. The flame instantly went out. I huffed. Then I cupped my hand around the tip and brought the hot yellow tip towards the cigarette.

I was going to light it, no debate, whether I wanted to or not. I could hear the grumble of ‘hurry up’ being murmured. The sizzle.

Then the smoke hit my lungs. I coughed. I couldn’t help myself. I’m a stubborn bitch. Ultimately, I found out that I could smoke. The second puff was better.

I looked up at Cassandra and hopefully grinned. “I will need a glass of water.” I croaked.

“Excellent let's get on!”

That's how I stood there looking out the window, the smoke ticking my nose. Camera clicking. The smell reeked, but on request I kept dragging on cigarette after cigarette. I felt woozy, but ultimately it tasted rather nice.