Ella's Smoking, High Heels, General Glamour and Sluttiness

If it's not too much trouble, why not? I think the whole conversation is interesting and arousing.
I'll do it another day. Also because if I copy this conversation, I should also copy many others that are scattered in all my other threads.
By the way, did you like the punch and hiding behind the rocks thing? Hahahaha. I still laugh thinking about it. I had a moment of inspiration, hahaha.
 
I'll do it another day. Also because if I copy this conversation, I should also copy many others that are scattered in all my other threads.
By the way, did you like the punch and hiding behind the rocks thing? Hahahaha. I still laugh thinking about it. I had a moment of inspiration, hahaha.
That actually did make me laugh out loud.
 
This I posted yesterday on another website. I copy it here.
Please forgive my English. It's not my native language.

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A recent high heels event

What I am about to narrate is nothing special really. Just a curious little event, from a month or so back.

Normally I don't have any troubles with the quality of my sleep. No insomnia or similar problems. Usually I sleep wonderfully.

That night, I couldn't fall asleep, for some reason. Not sure if it was because of the noises from upstairs, or because I was too horny thinking about my newly bought boots.

So I got up, and decided to play around for a little while.

I took off my thong, and put on one of my very short and extremely tight dresses of the "clubwear" kind.

The dress I chose is cheap, and the quality isn't great. But it did serve its purpose.

It is so ridiculously short, that it barely covers my tiny ass.

I opened the shoe box, and took out my new black leather 19 cm ultra-thin high heel boots. I put them on, and closed the zip. They reach just below my knee.

I walked for a few minutes up and down the house, enjoying the sounds this particular pair of (extremely) high heel boots made on several different kinds of floor material.

After a while, I put on my white furry coat, and walked to the balcony. It was cold outside.

Being late evening, I was without any makeup.

Without having to look into any of the mirrors, I was positive that the result was more than satisfying, and that I had managed to look like a cheap hooker.

On the balcony, I turned on the light. I lighted a cigarette and started to play with myself.

Directly opposite the balcony, about 30 meters away, there is a series of apartment buildings. I don't think anyone saw me. But the mere thought of the possibility of complete strangers looking at me, increased my sexual arousal enormously.

Once satisfied, I came back inside the house, took off my clothes and boots, went to bed and slept peacefully.
For me this is wonderful reading. For more neutral opinions just ask someone who hasn't a hard Ella kink, or someone who isn't leaking cum and wants to push Ella down and use her.
 
MY FIRST TIME SMOKING: SOME THOUGHTS


It's been exactly a month since I impulsively wrote that first story of mine, and posted it on Reddit.
Some people liked it. So, I continued writing. It was completely unexpected.
That's how my confessions began.

It's time to elaborate a bit.

What did I feel after doing it?
I felt both disappointment in myself, and relief, at the same time.

Disappointment:
Up to that day I had always thought I would be able to control it, to contain the urge/impulse/lustful desire.
Smoking was for me a taboo not meant to ever be broken.
I had sworn together with my sister that we would never even even try it.
Up to that day I still felt heartbroken whenever I saw my parents smoking.
That fateful excursion to buy that pack of 120s wasn't something I had planned. Not at all. I didn't even think what I
was doing.
I was following an urge that had started to become unbearable and I simply had no more willpower to resist it.
I had to do it. I had to put a cigarette in my mouth (of the sexiest kind), and, above all, I had to LIGHT IT!
I had put a cigarette in my mouth before that day, a couple of times, but I had always had enough strenght not to
touch a lighter.

Relief:
I had finally released everything that was boiling inside me. I felt, in a sense, relieved and free.
The smoking dreams stopped.
I no longer needed to restrain myself from doing the thing that would provide me with the biggest, the best and the most
intense sexual fulfillment.
Even years before that day, when I was absolutely positive I would never try to smoke, a part of me always knew that
if I ever did try a cigarette, it would be a 120.
I bought that pack and walked back home in a state that resembled a mild form of trance.
As soon as I was alone, I went to put on makeup. I wasn't any good at that young age. I didn't use foundation.
I put something on my eyes the best I could, and put on my mom's dark red lipgloss. I had tried it before.
The feeling of contact between my lipgloss lips and the cigarette filter was beyond descriprion.
Looking into the mirror I was stunned by that pretty face.
The final, most important step: I took the lighter. I lighted it. I sucked, first time having cigarette smoke inside my mouth.
I was overcome by an indescribable wave of warmth and bliss, immediately.
 
Some people agree having one single thread is both convenient and unconvenient, so I posted it in both.
Some only care about heels etc, and don't care or don't want smoking. Some have to have smoking...
 
Wonderful story, sweetheart! Make sure you post it on your Smoking and High Heels thread, too!

And did you inhale the smoke from the beginning? Or did you just puff on it and take it into your mouth before you blew it back out?
 
Some people agree having one single thread is both convenient and unconvenient, so I posted it in both.
Some only care about heels etc, and don't care or don't want smoking. Some have to have smoking...
You answered me before I even asked. Hope you're having a great day, Ella. 😘
 
I was a teenager visiting my uncle and aunt who lived in southern France. My cousin (who was older than me) used to entice me out into the garden in the dead of night. There he taught me to drink wine that he had stolen from the cellar. He also taught me to roll and smoke joints. Actually, he taught me quite a lot more lol.
I loved to wooziness I got from the wine and the grass. Happy days.
 
I was a teenager visiting my uncle and aunt who lived in southern France. My cousin (who was older than me) used to entice me out into the garden in the dead of night. There he taught me to drink wine that he had stolen from the cellar. He also taught me to roll and smoke joints. Actually, he taught me quite a lot more lol.
I loved to wooziness I got from the wine and the grass. Happy days.
Tess, you are so fabulous.
 
You answered me before I even asked. Hope you're having a great day, Ella. 😘

It's a good idea, and thank you for your advice.
I only hope that the moderators and people in general don't get to pissed if I occupy space by posting the same content twice.
But I will only do it for important stuff (stories, longer texts etc). Plus, I copied the comments you asked me to.
You too, have a great day.
I answer your question here: no, I did not inhale, I did the open mouth thing with the drifting smoke, and had an orgasm at that point.

PS: I posted it there originally (Smoking, High heels) couple of hours ago. I copied it here just now, when you saw it.
 
I don't think any of the mods will give you any problems. And I'm personal friends with most of them, so I can always just tell them to leave you alone. 😘

I think the hottest thing about your first story was how you orgasmed when you had your first cigarette.
 
Some people agree having one single thread is both convenient and unconvenient, so I posted it in both.
Some only care about heels etc, and don't care or don't want smoking. Some have to have smoking...
Just always remember that they're YOUR threads. You can post whatever you want on them. If someone doesn't care for something, they don't have to read it.
 
Wow, thanks for sharing that! It's no secret that I have a foot fetish, so naturally got really excited reading this.
Naturally, I want to see your feet after what you wrote. I'm not expecting you to post pics, but maybe you could at least give a detailed description or a drawing ;) Or show some that look similar.
At the very least, I'm curious what you consider "really beautiful feet/toenails". I wanna see if we have the same tastes :p I personally love foot jewelry, but to each their own.
It sort of sounds to me, like you may be obsessed with/attracted to your own feet.

I have a thing about fingernails, toenails, feet and long hair too, so it's nice to see someone else also finds those things important.

I agree with you on the last part. Finally someone who understands the difference between a kink and a fetish. A fetish is something you can't live without. I think it's practically impossible to find someone who is 100% perfect. I think I could compromise on some stuff, but I also can't see myself being with someone who doesn't have sexy nails and won't let me suck her toes.

Thanks for posting this. I really enjoyed this. It was very interesting to hear about your evolution.
I didn't think your post was very long to be honest.
 
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I'm glad you liked it. Well, maybe it wasn't very long for you, but I think most people don't even begin to read it when they see the lenght haha.
It took me a lot of thinking, plus 2 hours of very intensive and focused writing. And this only for the rough version. At the end, I was drained.
I am kind of obsessed with my feet.
Also, I have a nails fetish. Very very much so. I don't like wearing more than one ring per hand. Sometimes two.
I love nails, especially red. I'm never without nail polish. Same for my toenails. Long hair too.
It's nice to see you cought the meaning of the last couple of paragraphs. So, yes, for those things, I am a true fetishist. I can't be without, and without them, I don't have much interest in sex.
Being a true fetishist, it's difficult to find people with similar tastes. I feel a lot of the people in this forum are mostly interested in ordinary sexuality.
I have to go to make dinner.
 
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I didn't realize you replied, 'cuz you didn't quote me. This is what I meant about the notifications. If I hadn't revisited it, I wouldn't have seen it. I was wondering why you replied to my other one, but not this. LOL

By MY standards, "2 hours is nothing." lol I've spent entire days/multiple days writing stuff.

Oh damn. Being drained is never good. I guess for some people, that's a long time. But I guess I'm used to long writing sessions.

Yeah, I follow a lot of foot fetish content, so I can kind of tell when a woman is obsessed with her feet. I'm obsessed with my dick. lol

Yeah, I kind of figured since you took the effort to throw that in there. Nail polish can be sexy, but I also like to see how they look naturally. I love large nail beds and when her nails stick past the tips of her fingers/toes.

Yeah, it can be pretty vanilla. And you definitely are. Surprisingly, I'm not that much into foot jobs either. I'm mainly into the aesthetic aspect of them and worshipping them, but I love the idea of a girl rubbing them on my body and using them to turn me on and making them sexy for me, if that makes sense. And if she has a foot fetish too and gets turned on by a guy doing stuff to them, its even better.

I have a thing for hands/fingernails too. I wouldn't call it a fetish, but it is important. Though I do like the idea of licking a girl's fingers if they're beautiful, and oof course getting a hand job.

I have an interest in sex, but I definitely have a bigger interest in feet. I can go without watching sex stuff, but feet are something I need to look at a few times a day. Like if she wasn't in the mood or had a low sex drive, I could just lay next to her on the bed and stroke myself while looking at her feet and I would be fine. LOL

Okay.
 
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