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

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
Sorry I forgot to quote, but you should receive notifications of everything I write since you follow, especially those threads in which you commented.
The above - it does make sense.
You already noticed I try to throw nails and nail polish everywhere. I wrote somewhere that one of the first "proto-sexual" feelings I had was triggered by the smell of nail polish.
I used to go into the bathroom and open them. Once I opened one little bottle, and then I heard my mom coming, and I ran away. I think she blamed my older sister, and I felt guilty.
I definitely have a foot fetish. I always loved looking at my feet. And I love nails.
I think doing footjobs it's a bit difficult.
 
Sorry I forgot to quote, but you should receive notifications of everything I write since you follow, especially those threads in which you commented.
The above - it does make sense.
You already noticed I try to throw nails and nail polish everywhere. I wrote somewhere that one of the first "proto-sexual" feelings I had was triggered by the smell of nail polish.
I used to go into the bathroom and open them. Once I opened one little bottle, and then I heard my mom coming, and I ran away. I think she blamed my older sister, and I felt guilty.
I definitely have a foot fetish. I always loved looking at my feet. And I love nails.
I think doing footjobs it's a bit difficult.
It's okay, it's not you.

I SHOULD, but I don't for some reason. Maybe I need to check my settings or make a post about it. I found them accidentally a few days ago, in some weird place. I had to click something.

Yeah, I do recall that now. I can't stand the smell of fresh polish honestly 😂

Damn.

I would've never guessed😂 But you seem more into the concept of doing stuff to someone's feet and pleasuring a man with yours.
I've clicked heel/shoe job videos before out of curiosity. Not really my thing, but if my girlfriend/wife was into that, I would let her do it, if it really turned her on, as long as she didn't hurt me. Though I do like seeing feet in certain types of heels. I get most turned on if she's barefoot though. I don't really care for soles.

I did recently develop a small fantasy involving sandals.

I love nails too. I'm super picky about nails. This is gonna sound so shallow, but I've literally rejected girls because I didn't find their nails attractive😂 Also, it's so difficult to find a girl who has beautiful hand AND feet. And long hair is a bonus.
I have a feeling we might find the same types of nails, hands and feet attractive.

Yeah. I've heard a lot of girls say giving foot jobs is difficult, though I think rubbing his dick with your sole or giving a toe job is less difficult.

Even though I like the submission aspect of it, I do like that let the guy take control when giving heel jobs. That's so thoughtful and considerate. Lol
 
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Rubbing a dick with the sole I wouldn't call it a footjob, so, yes, I can do that without difficulty hahaha.
Ohhh, I love the smell of fresh nail polish.
You said you rejected girls cause their nails weren't beautiful enough, I think if would have done the same if I was you.

I have a feeling we might find the same types of nails, hands and feet attractive.
I think so too. The way you described them.
Heeljobs/shoejobs: one of the reasons I like them is simply because I really love high heels. They're beautiful in themselves, so obviously using them for some other purpose is a very attractive idea to me haha.
 
Rubbing a dick with the sole I wouldn't call it a footjob, so, yes, I can do that without difficulty hahaha.
Ohhh, I love the smell of fresh nail polish.
You said you rejected girls cause their nails weren't beautiful enough, I think if would have done the same if I was you.


I think so too. The way you described them.
Heeljobs/shoejobs: one of the reasons I like them is simply because I really love high heels. They're beautiful in themselves, so obviously using them for some other purpose is a very attractive idea to me haha.
Nice👍
I know 😂
Yeah, I have. Really? I guess we're both "shallow" as we would call it, "have high standards". That's really cool, honestly. I've only met one other girl like that.

Same. That's really cool if we have the same tastes, 'cuz most people find my tastes cringe

Yeah, I get it. I would be afraid that getting cum on them would ruin them though.
 
Zero interest.
People die from smoking, an inherited trait through capital greed (now and history).
EOF
 
Thank you as usual, I'm moved every time. Really. I will go to sleep now. Talk tomorrow, ok?
Sleep tight, Ella, and dream of smoking out on your balcony in high heels and feeling a hand slip under your skirt and start to finger you. 🥰
 
Few minutes ago I started to re-experience (flashback) the same feeling I had when I smoked that first pack of 120s.
It came all of a sudden. Feelings and qualities I had completely forgotten.
They are subtle, mostly impossible to describe.
I will try.
I didn't carry on me that first pack of 120s.
I don't know how to describe it, it's like I always wanted to go back where i kept them.
I wanted to go back and I felt like super aroused, and I didnt want to think about anything else.
I took one from the pack every time, and they are long and slightly thin and they feel so good just holding them and they look beautiful.
And also when I put one in my mouth it felt different than a normal cigarette.
It's long and it makes a different angle.
Better? Or just different from normal cigarettes?
Better, much better.
And everything about them made me very very very horny.
And you light it a bit further away, of course, cause they're so long.
And they looked sexy and I felt like a queen.
 
Holy crap! IDK if this is real or fantasy, but that was pretty hot. I especially loved that you took the time to describe your appearance in such detail. This is something that's really lacking in stories on here.
That was a weird way to end it though. Like you didn't finish telling it.
It also would've been nice if you provided more description of the married man and how you ended up with him. But if it's a true story, I understand that you omitted it.
 
Holy crap! IDK if this is real or fantasy, but that was pretty hot. I especially loved that you took the time to describe your appearance in such detail. This is something that's really lacking in stories on here.
That was a weird way to end it though. Like you didn't finish telling it.
It also would've been nice if you provided more description of the married man and how you ended up with him. But if it's a true story, I understand that you omitted it.
Hi. I'm glad you liked it. I can't provide too many details about him. I'll try to write more about us in the future, but you understand I can't say too much about personal details.
I didn't want to write a complete ending cause I'd like to write more details about sex another time. You can see there are a lot of things missing too. I can't give the whole package all at once, so to speak haha.
 
It's fine, it still turned me on. I loved the part about "primal animalistic lust" and "licking him like a cat" 🔥
 
It's fine, it still turned me on. I loved the part about "primal animalistic lust" and "licking him like a cat" 🔥
You are a writer, as far as I understand. So you should love endings that are a bit vague, haha.
Yes, I loved that. I was inspired with that sentence while I was walking outside this morning returning from some chores I had to do.
I'll take a little rest now, I woke up too early. Talk later.
 
You are a writer, as far as I understand. So you should love endings that are a bit vague, haha.
Yes, I loved that. I was inspired with that sentence while I was walking outside this morning returning from some chores I had to do.
I'll take a little rest now, I woke up too early. Talk later.
I am yes, though apparently not a very good writer. I do sometimes.
😲
I've been waking up too early too.
Sounds good, I wasn't sure if you still wanted to talk to me.
 
A smoking love experience

This is the description of an event involving me, and a person I loved. He has a wife and two kids.
For narrative's sake, I have adjusted a couple of minor details.

The hotel room is not very big. But it's bright. The walls are painted white, and the windows big enough.
It's broad daylight, and outside the sky is blue. It's a beautiful day.

We enter the room. I carry a suitcase, packed with clothes, shoes, and makeup products.
I am wearing a regular coat, and long tight jeans. I wear white Adidas sneakers, of the Stan Smith kind.

We close the door, and start to kiss tenderly. I tell him to go to sit on the bed and wait for me. I also tell him to try
not to look at me until I'm ready. There's a small table and a chair facing a mirror. I sit there and remove my makeup.
I start applying it anew, much heavier this time. I fix my hair, and put on my hoop earrings.

I open the suitcase, tell him to close his eyes, and take out a couple of things. I go into the small toilet to change.
Then I come out.
I am now wearing that black ultra-short "skirt" I've mentioned in another story. To call it a skirt is the joke of the century.
Almost half of my ass is exposed. Under it, clearaly visible, is a thong. Hot pink color.
I wear a small black top which only covers the front. My skinny back is completely bare.
My hair is of mid-back lenght. My natural hair color is of a very very very light brown. Some people say it's
dark blond.
My flat belly is completely exposed. Unfortunately, I don't have a belly button piercing. We both regret I never did it.
My ass is very small, and he loves it so much. He always reminds me how much he loves my tiny ass. How beautiful it
is, and how fuckable.
I am wearing stunning 18 cm (7 inches) high heel shoes. The heel is very thin. He never saw me wearing them before.
One time he said this about them:
"Looking at them is like looking at the universe. You see the stars. They're so beautiful, but unreachable".
They have a clear platform and clear heel. But they are not of the usual cheap-looking stripper kind.
Inside the clear heel there is a long and thin metal part. Inside the transparent platform there are loose flower petals of several colors.
Yellow, red, green, blue. The top part, where my foot goes, is completely transparent. I wear my usual anklet.
On those 18 cm heels, my already thin legs look even longer.
I am wearing fake eyelashes with a line of little crystals near my eyelids.
My lipgloss is dark red.
I have many little ear piercings on my ear. Including a bigger glittering one on the inside part of my ear. As well as one on the top, and
one in the middle of my ear.
Red fingernails and toenails. I wear a thin bracelet.
I wear a very thin ring on my index finger. On the other hand, on the ring finger, I wear a small diamond ring - one of
the two diamond rings I had received as a gift many years ago, from someone whom I was deeply in love with.

He's half-lying on the bed, with his back against the wall. He's wearing long jeans, but nothing on the upper part
of his body.
I walk towards him, then stop. I smile, and tell him: "I forgot something". I turn around and walk to the table. I open
my purse, take out three unopened packs of cigarettes, and throw them on the bed.
"You can choose which one you want me to smoke for you", I tell him.
He loves smoking women, and my heart is filled with happiness and love with the knowledge that he's feeling so
blessed.
I feel so happy to know that he loves watching me doing something that I myself love doing.
You see, he doesn't smoke. He never even tried a cigarette.
Now, he can choose among several kinds of cigarettes. And I will smoke them for him.
He never even held a lit cigarette, and now he can do everything. He can choose which kind or kinds he
wants me to smoke for him, open the pack, take out the cigarette, put it between my lips, and light it.
I'm so happy that he's so happy.

He chooses. He opens one of the three packs, takes out a 100s cigarette. I am sitting on the bed next to him.
I move my face forward, and let him put it between my lips. He's so turned on now. He lights it.
I suck deeply. I go to sit on him, one leg on each side, facing him. He's lying on the bed.
Under my tight black "skirt", my hot pink thong is in contact with what's inside his jeans. I rub a little bit.
Looking deeply into his eyes, I put the cigarette to my lips, and take 5 drags in a row, without exhaling.
I inhale all of it. My face is expressionless.
His eyes widen a little bit. In surprise, and maybe even shock.
I can guess what is he thinking: "How can she hold so much smoke in her little lungs?"
I know that he now loves me and wants me even more. I don't show it on my face, but I'm filled with happiness on
the inside: I'm his baby.
Seing on his face this surprise and confusion, although barely noticeable, I start to rub a little bit faster and harder.
My hip movements become slightly more pronounced.
I never take off my eyes from his. I say nothing, I keep my gaze on him, but my eyes are expressionless. I don't smile.
Once or twice I do an almost undetectable movement with my lips, like if I was to slightly bite my lower lip.
He can see, under my "skirt", the hot pink color of the thong moving against his denim.
The cigarette is my right hand, tilted slightly upwards.

Then, I lie next to him. I keep smoking, we cuddle, and kiss.

Purely for nostalgia's sake, we put on some late 90s/early 2000s music of the electronic dance genres that were
popular in Europe in those years, when he was in his 20s, and me pretty much still a child. We choose a few songs
that are not too crappy.

We take a chair. He sits on it. I sit on him, again with one leg on each side. I face him.
I light another cigarette. I never cheat: I always take long drags, very often multiple in threes, and inhale deeply.
I hold it long in my lungs, sometimes 8 seconds or so. Other times I do all kinds of open-mouth inhales and exhales.
Time and again, I also inhale and exhale through the nose.
He's still wearing jeans, and I can feel the texture on my skin.
I continue my hip movements, while holding his head with my hands. The cigarette is in my right hand, the one wearing the diamond ring. I take very deep drags and give him open-mouth kisses.
Interspersed with our love and affection, there are moments of primal animalistic lust: I open my mouth really big, and start licking his face. Like a cat.
Finally, I pull down the zip of his pants, move my thong to one side, and put it deep inside me. He doesn't have to move. I do everything now.
We coninue kissing, with smoke between us and in our mouths, while I ride him.
Occasionally I throw my head back, my long hair falling down, and close my eyes.
Seen from the side, my hips are moving in a somewhat circular motion. Slowly and rhythmically.
Sexy. Oh how I do love to kiss a woman who smokes, especially when I haven’t smoked. Very erotic.
 
Yeah, I'm here
I read it.
I think I understand. I'm in a similar situation, the things I write are light. I'd like to write a lot of other things that they wouldn't allow here, for several reasons.
Actually I have lots of stories that are really hot, and I already wrote some of them, but if I post them here, they will kick me and I will fly to Antarctica.
 
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