Shaglus_Ziegler
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Smoke away! So sexy.
Ella's Smoking, High Heels, General Glamour and Sluttiness
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Good, I will let you know when you can send it. Anyway don't worry, it's not like I will disappear without saying a word or just ignore you. I even wanted to write you after you deleted it, several times in fact, I checked your profile even.
Stopokochac
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You DID?
Okay, I'm glad to hear that.Yes, I did.You DID?
Stopokochac
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I sent something to your DM. I didn't wanna post it publicly. Other stuff we can talk about later, though I'm gonna be gone all next week.
Haha, thank you, I hope so too...
I wrote several more stories since we last talked. I will send them to you in the future, if you want. Three or so are some recent smoking sex experiences, and there are some other non-hardcore smoking stories I wrote, describing recent events and some thoughts etc.
Oh, by the way, a couple of days ago I went for a stroll in the woods. I discovered a stream recently (I didn't grow up here, my hometown is 15 minutes by car from here).
And then I had to pee, I peed among the trees while smoking at the same time. I immediately thought about you, I remember you told me you liked that.
SmokingFap
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I would definitely have been the old man spying on you and jerking off watching you from behind a tree.
SmokingFap
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Looking forward to hearing about your latest naughty adventures. But I'm more just hope that all of your family drama has settled down. And you can certainly share that with me in PMs if you want, sweetheart.
Thank you. I will let you know everything soon.
It hasn't settled down, there are a lot of things do deal with and problems to solve. My sister and me are dealing with all that and she needs me, she's a bit fragile, emotionally.
Difficult to find me, I climbed a steep slope.
For those who like a masturbating woman smoking and wearing high heels.
I wrote this short story the day after Easter.
---
[...]
Yesterday was Easter. For some reason, I was terribly horny all day. I went to see my dad in the morning, and in the afternoon my sister came to see me.
Once she left, I started masturbating in my room. I was in no mood to contact my usual little fuck-toy.
I did so several times in the course of the afternoon. I don't smoke inside the apartment.
---
By the time I was about to go to bed, I still felt unsatisfied.
So I decied to do something I hadn't done in a while: I removed my t-shirt, my sweatpants, and my panties. I remained completely naked for a few seconds. Next, I put on one of my cheap mini dresses. Leopard color, extremely short and very tight.
I took the shoe box containing my favourite pair of black leather boots. They have an ultra-thin 19 cm (7.5 inches) high heel.
I put them on and closed the zip. They are knee-high.
---
I like smoking all-white 120s, simply because they look stunning and make me feel even hornier. But I use them sparingly: living in the EU, I don't have easy access to them - the only way I get them is when my US friend, whom I've known years ago while both him and me were living abroad, sends them to me. He sends me Misty 120s and Capri 120s.
Normally I smoke Marlboro Red 100s. Where I live, most 100s have a cork filter. The hottest women here usually smoke 100s, either slims, or normal ones.
---
I took my pack of Marlboro 100s, and my new lipgloss. It was evening, so I was without any makeup. Still, I wanted to put on some lipgloss, not least because I love the feeling of contact between my glossy lips and the filter of my slutty long cigarettes.
I bought some more lipgloss a few days ago. Two of them.
I chose one of the two, and started applying it on my lips, which immediately assumed a very dark red/purplish color. Looking at my face in the mirror, I put on a couple of layers of it, and pressed my lips. Pretty, but not enough. I put one more layer. A bit wetter now, but not wet enough. I wanted my lips to have a much wetter look. I added one more very thick layer, and didn't press my lips together this time. Much better now. Still looking at my face in the mirror, I pulled one Marlboro Red 100 from the pack, placed it between my glossed lips, and left it dangling there. I loved the final result, even without any eye makeup: a long 100 cigarette dangling from my dark red/purplish ultra-wet looking lips. I love looking like a slut.
---
I walked to the balcony, switched on the light, and opened one of the folding chairs. I placed ashtray, pack of cigarettes, and lighter on a little shelf. I sat down, and crossed my legs. I put the lipgloss-stained cigarette between my lips, and lit it.
I took one drag, two, three. Single drags at the beginning. Legs crossed, I admired the beauty of my ridiculously high heels. I begun spinning my ankle. I looked at the cigarette in my hand, and at my red fingernails. All this rapidly increased my arousal.
I changed my sitting position on the folding chair. I fixed a bit the top part of my tight leopard dress, around my squeezed tits. Next, I spread my long thin legs, completely bare, except for my black sky-high boots.
In my new sitting position, my leopard mini dress was short enough to completely expose my shaved little cunt. It was already very wet.
I started playing with it with my left hand. Feeling more and more turned on, I soon begun taking multiple drags. A double drag, at first. I inhaled deep.
I felt the familiar, very pleasurable sensation of having my lungs filled with smoke from a reasonably strong cigarette: pressure, tingling, and the feeling of nicotine being absorbed by my lungs. I exhaled, my dark red glossy lips in a tight O-shape. I must have looked stunning.
The more I felt turned on, the longer and harder my drags became. I took a triple drag now. I immediately experienced the difference: I didn't only feel pressure and tingling now, I also felt heat! I can't find the words to describe how great that felt. Both physically and psychologically.
I continued in this fashion. I kept masturbating, playing, touching, and fucking my cunt, while taking continuous multiple drags from my lipgloss-stained Marlboro 100. I was finishing the first one really fast, and left it between my slutty lips while I pulled the second one from its long pack. I removed the first one, placed the second one between my lips, and lit it with the almost-finished first one. I took a few initial drags, exhaling from my nose, and simultaneously stubbed the first one into the ashtray. So much smoke in the little balcony now - I loved it, I loved the smoke, I loved the pressure in my lungs, I loved the feeling and the idea of harming my little lungs with so much smoke, I loved taking multiple pumps and inhaling deep and smoking fast, and exhaling beautiful lines of thick smoke.
I love being a chain-smoking little whore!
---
All the while I was masturbating.
Needless to say, it didn't take long for me to experience the most amazing, intense, and blissful orgasm.
I finished smoking my cigarette, stubbed it in the ashtray, and walked back inside. I removed my lipgloss, and took off my mini dress and my boots. I placed them gently back inside the shoe box - I love them so much and always treat them with care.
I put on my t-shirt, my panties, and went to bed.
I wrote this short story the day after Easter.
---
[...]
Yesterday was Easter. For some reason, I was terribly horny all day. I went to see my dad in the morning, and in the afternoon my sister came to see me.
Once she left, I started masturbating in my room. I was in no mood to contact my usual little fuck-toy.
I did so several times in the course of the afternoon. I don't smoke inside the apartment.
---
By the time I was about to go to bed, I still felt unsatisfied.
So I decied to do something I hadn't done in a while: I removed my t-shirt, my sweatpants, and my panties. I remained completely naked for a few seconds. Next, I put on one of my cheap mini dresses. Leopard color, extremely short and very tight.
I took the shoe box containing my favourite pair of black leather boots. They have an ultra-thin 19 cm (7.5 inches) high heel.
I put them on and closed the zip. They are knee-high.
---
I like smoking all-white 120s, simply because they look stunning and make me feel even hornier. But I use them sparingly: living in the EU, I don't have easy access to them - the only way I get them is when my US friend, whom I've known years ago while both him and me were living abroad, sends them to me. He sends me Misty 120s and Capri 120s.
Normally I smoke Marlboro Red 100s. Where I live, most 100s have a cork filter. The hottest women here usually smoke 100s, either slims, or normal ones.
---
I took my pack of Marlboro 100s, and my new lipgloss. It was evening, so I was without any makeup. Still, I wanted to put on some lipgloss, not least because I love the feeling of contact between my glossy lips and the filter of my slutty long cigarettes.
I bought some more lipgloss a few days ago. Two of them.
I chose one of the two, and started applying it on my lips, which immediately assumed a very dark red/purplish color. Looking at my face in the mirror, I put on a couple of layers of it, and pressed my lips. Pretty, but not enough. I put one more layer. A bit wetter now, but not wet enough. I wanted my lips to have a much wetter look. I added one more very thick layer, and didn't press my lips together this time. Much better now. Still looking at my face in the mirror, I pulled one Marlboro Red 100 from the pack, placed it between my glossed lips, and left it dangling there. I loved the final result, even without any eye makeup: a long 100 cigarette dangling from my dark red/purplish ultra-wet looking lips. I love looking like a slut.
---
I walked to the balcony, switched on the light, and opened one of the folding chairs. I placed ashtray, pack of cigarettes, and lighter on a little shelf. I sat down, and crossed my legs. I put the lipgloss-stained cigarette between my lips, and lit it.
I took one drag, two, three. Single drags at the beginning. Legs crossed, I admired the beauty of my ridiculously high heels. I begun spinning my ankle. I looked at the cigarette in my hand, and at my red fingernails. All this rapidly increased my arousal.
I changed my sitting position on the folding chair. I fixed a bit the top part of my tight leopard dress, around my squeezed tits. Next, I spread my long thin legs, completely bare, except for my black sky-high boots.
In my new sitting position, my leopard mini dress was short enough to completely expose my shaved little cunt. It was already very wet.
I started playing with it with my left hand. Feeling more and more turned on, I soon begun taking multiple drags. A double drag, at first. I inhaled deep.
I felt the familiar, very pleasurable sensation of having my lungs filled with smoke from a reasonably strong cigarette: pressure, tingling, and the feeling of nicotine being absorbed by my lungs. I exhaled, my dark red glossy lips in a tight O-shape. I must have looked stunning.
The more I felt turned on, the longer and harder my drags became. I took a triple drag now. I immediately experienced the difference: I didn't only feel pressure and tingling now, I also felt heat! I can't find the words to describe how great that felt. Both physically and psychologically.
I continued in this fashion. I kept masturbating, playing, touching, and fucking my cunt, while taking continuous multiple drags from my lipgloss-stained Marlboro 100. I was finishing the first one really fast, and left it between my slutty lips while I pulled the second one from its long pack. I removed the first one, placed the second one between my lips, and lit it with the almost-finished first one. I took a few initial drags, exhaling from my nose, and simultaneously stubbed the first one into the ashtray. So much smoke in the little balcony now - I loved it, I loved the smoke, I loved the pressure in my lungs, I loved the feeling and the idea of harming my little lungs with so much smoke, I loved taking multiple pumps and inhaling deep and smoking fast, and exhaling beautiful lines of thick smoke.
I love being a chain-smoking little whore!
---
All the while I was masturbating.
Needless to say, it didn't take long for me to experience the most amazing, intense, and blissful orgasm.
I finished smoking my cigarette, stubbed it in the ashtray, and walked back inside. I removed my lipgloss, and took off my mini dress and my boots. I placed them gently back inside the shoe box - I love them so much and always treat them with care.
I put on my t-shirt, my panties, and went to bed.
Thanks, I'm glad you like it. I write lots of stories, but I don't post them here. I may copy some of them here, time by time, if I see there are people who like reading them.
I'm sorry you can't sleep.
Ok, I will gradually post more of my stories here. But they're really long, much longer that this one, and they all deal with my smoking fetish.
My mom came to see me, I need to go help her with something.
Try to relax and sleep.
Ok, I will gradually post more of my stories here. But they're really long, much longer that this one, and they all deal with my smoking fetish.
My mom came to see me, I need to go help her with something.
Try to relax and sleep.
You're welcome. Thank you too.
A little part of what I wrote Sunday.
[...]
I'm horny in spring, as I've already said. But I immediately felt today it would be one of those particularly horny days. I thought about meeting A (the guy I fuck at present), and my sexy smoking friend (and perhaps her husband?), and the other guy I met at the bus stop I'd promised I'd see for a coffee and didn't do it yet (he did ask me a few times already). In a sense, I am a bit lazy.
So, I just started to chat with a SF friend as we often do, and everything was ok until he had to leave.
Next, I put on my black leather boots with ultra-high 19 cm heels and 9 cm platrofms, and lied on my bed (on my back). I spread my long legs, planted the ridiculously high heels onto the surface of my bed, and started playing with my swallen cunt. I did this for a while.
Not enough. What I really longed for was cum. I was starving for it.
I decided to contact A.
I did something I had to do for the elderly relative living with me first, and once done, prepared to meet A.
---
I quickly did my makeup.
I put on some foundation, eye makeup etc. Finally, I did my lips: I used very shiny light pink lipstick, and very dark purple lip liner to draw the contours.
I wanted the look of my lips to reflect the way I was feeling: the look of an utterly hungry whore!
Fake eyelashes are becoming a very common sight here. As a result, I bough more sets recently, of several kinds, including some really long ones. But I didn't want to waste too much time today to glue them on and fix my eye makeup.
---
I put on a loose black skirt (mid-thigh lenght), and my ultra-small pearl thong under it. The one I mentioned previously, which covers absolutely nothing. The only thing I feel wearing it are the cool little pearls rubbing on my pussy when I walk. I wore a tight white t-shirt exposing part of my belly.
Most important were my shoes: I HAD TO wear those!
Black summer shoes, with a 17 cm thin metal heel (6.7 inches), and a 7 cm platform. They completely exposed my feet and my metallic dark blue toenails. This is the thinnest kind of heel I know about - it's more or less as thin as a slim cigarette. Even though it's made of metal, the heel is black too. I put them on, got up, and immediately remembered the delicious sound they make.
I took my bag, and a light jacket, just in case, and left.
---
We went to our usual place. It's very near.
He stopped the car, and we begun: I pulled my pack of slims from my bag, and lit one thin cigarette.
We talked a little, while I smoked my cigarette and teased him a bit.
One of my strenghts, or talents, in sex-games, is that it comes to me natural and spontaneous to switch back and forth between a cute, sweet, tender, playful, almost child-like attitude, and the attitude of a filthy, dirty, perverse, and depraved slut of the worst kind.
When I felt he was very aroused, I asked him to show me his dick. He did so. I knew he was horny, why wouldn't he be, but I had not expected to see such an enormous amount of precum oozing out of his little hole.
It looked so inviting. It was more than I had hoped for. Staring at it with my hungry eyes, I threw the cigarette butt out the open window, and pulled a fresh slim out of its pack. I touched his precum with my fingers, and played a little bit, enjoying the beautiful little lines I was able to do. Then I licked my fingers. I tasted so good. A bit sweet.
Those who tried cum and precum will know that they don't taste the same every time. And the taste varies from person to person too.
Meanwhile he kept leaking. I begun collecting his precum and started coating the ultra-thin filter of my slim cigarette with it. The consistency was perfect.
I did this for a relatively long time. I was doing it slowly, making sure not to make the inside part of the filter wet. Eventually, I managed to cover the whole filter - it looked so wet and sticky.
I held the long unlit cigarette in my right hand, looked intensely in his eyes, and asked, slowly and teasingly:
"Do you like my lips?"
Meaning my light pink, ultra shiny, dark rimmed slut-mouth.
I gently bit my lower lip, and, on purpose, gave him a cute little smile, both with lips and eyes.
He laughed a bit, which surprised me (he usually loses his tongue under these conditions).
Instread, he said: "I can't wait to have them around my dick."
I giggled happily.
Feeling proud, I said: "Give me a moment."
I opened the car door and walked out. Very windy, patches of blue sky, big cumulus clouds, and further away some thunderstorms, perhaps.
No one was there. No cars, no people.
I loved the sound of my ultra thin 17 cm metal heels on the surface of the street.
I lit my precum coated cigarette. It was one of the most delicious cigarettes I've smoked in recent years. I smoked it standing, using my other hand to play with the little pearls inside my skirt, and with my needy little cumhole.
When I was finishing the cigarette, I did something I've already done today in the morning: I did drag + open-mouth inhale, drag + open-mouth inhale, drag + open-mouth inhale (three times), kept the poison from three drags inside my lungs, and exhaled a long line of smoke.
I finished the cigarette, threw it on the ground, and did what I love most: I used the platform of my faboulous ultra-high heel shoes to step on the butt, crushing it under the sole, slowly, with much enjoyment, admiring my shiny dark blue toenails, while fingering myself.
---
I went back inside the car, on all fours.
Without losing time, I straight away lit a third slim cigarette, took a couple of drags, and left the cigarette between my lips.
I knew my butt hole has been far too neglected of late, and I had prepared accordingly. I took out my crystal butt plug and inserted it inside the tightest of my three fuckholes.
Next, I bent forwards, and enveloped his rock-hard cock with my whorish shiny light pink + dark purple lip liner lips, and begun sucking him.
One of my hands, supporting my body, was holding my cigarette and occasionally his dick. My other hand was constantly busy fingering my pussy, my mouth was filled with his cock and cigarette smoke, and my butt hole was plugged. All of my three holes were put to proper use. Just as I wanted, just as I needed.
The whole affair didn't last long. We were both horny as hell. I sucked really fast, often taking long drags off my lipstick-stained cigarette.
I lit my fourth slim.
He was much more proactive than usual. He did a really good job - he called me many words, all synonyms of "whore, slut, prostitute".
I must admit he made me proud of myself. What a sweet guy. He really knows how to talk to a lady!
He came violently while I was deepthroating him. His load hit my throat. I lifted my head, laughing, looking at him with half-crazed eyes. He violently grabbed my jaw and made me open wide my laughing mouth.
I still had half of my cigarette to finish, and I took a couple of very messy drags off it, the liquid/transparent part of his cum leaking from one corner of my mouth. While still smiling or laughing, I blew smoke in his face. I also took his hand and forced him to finger-fuck me.
I didn't want my hungry belly to suffer much longer, so I swallowed.
I laughed again.
He pried open my mouth once more. Not that he had to check...
Soon I felt I was about to make a mess, opened the passenger door, jumped out of the car on my thin high heels, almost fell down, threw away what little remained of my cigarette, and continued fucking myself, until a river of slut-juices begun gushing down my long thighs.
Standing like an idiot on the street, slightly bending down, I begun collecting some of it, and licked my fingers. I wiped the rest off my thigs, using my paper towels.
The whole thing only lasted a very short time. He took me back, and I quickly typed this.
---
When I got back home, chatting with my online friend again, he said jokingly:
I think you break his heart a little, but he won't complain as he likes your whore services. You should charge what you're worth, a euro or so. Always carry change if he happened to pay with a two euro.
[...]
I'm horny in spring, as I've already said. But I immediately felt today it would be one of those particularly horny days. I thought about meeting A (the guy I fuck at present), and my sexy smoking friend (and perhaps her husband?), and the other guy I met at the bus stop I'd promised I'd see for a coffee and didn't do it yet (he did ask me a few times already). In a sense, I am a bit lazy.
So, I just started to chat with a SF friend as we often do, and everything was ok until he had to leave.
Next, I put on my black leather boots with ultra-high 19 cm heels and 9 cm platrofms, and lied on my bed (on my back). I spread my long legs, planted the ridiculously high heels onto the surface of my bed, and started playing with my swallen cunt. I did this for a while.
Not enough. What I really longed for was cum. I was starving for it.
I decided to contact A.
I did something I had to do for the elderly relative living with me first, and once done, prepared to meet A.
---
I quickly did my makeup.
I put on some foundation, eye makeup etc. Finally, I did my lips: I used very shiny light pink lipstick, and very dark purple lip liner to draw the contours.
I wanted the look of my lips to reflect the way I was feeling: the look of an utterly hungry whore!
Fake eyelashes are becoming a very common sight here. As a result, I bough more sets recently, of several kinds, including some really long ones. But I didn't want to waste too much time today to glue them on and fix my eye makeup.
---
I put on a loose black skirt (mid-thigh lenght), and my ultra-small pearl thong under it. The one I mentioned previously, which covers absolutely nothing. The only thing I feel wearing it are the cool little pearls rubbing on my pussy when I walk. I wore a tight white t-shirt exposing part of my belly.
Most important were my shoes: I HAD TO wear those!
Black summer shoes, with a 17 cm thin metal heel (6.7 inches), and a 7 cm platform. They completely exposed my feet and my metallic dark blue toenails. This is the thinnest kind of heel I know about - it's more or less as thin as a slim cigarette. Even though it's made of metal, the heel is black too. I put them on, got up, and immediately remembered the delicious sound they make.
I took my bag, and a light jacket, just in case, and left.
---
We went to our usual place. It's very near.
He stopped the car, and we begun: I pulled my pack of slims from my bag, and lit one thin cigarette.
We talked a little, while I smoked my cigarette and teased him a bit.
One of my strenghts, or talents, in sex-games, is that it comes to me natural and spontaneous to switch back and forth between a cute, sweet, tender, playful, almost child-like attitude, and the attitude of a filthy, dirty, perverse, and depraved slut of the worst kind.
When I felt he was very aroused, I asked him to show me his dick. He did so. I knew he was horny, why wouldn't he be, but I had not expected to see such an enormous amount of precum oozing out of his little hole.
It looked so inviting. It was more than I had hoped for. Staring at it with my hungry eyes, I threw the cigarette butt out the open window, and pulled a fresh slim out of its pack. I touched his precum with my fingers, and played a little bit, enjoying the beautiful little lines I was able to do. Then I licked my fingers. I tasted so good. A bit sweet.
Those who tried cum and precum will know that they don't taste the same every time. And the taste varies from person to person too.
Meanwhile he kept leaking. I begun collecting his precum and started coating the ultra-thin filter of my slim cigarette with it. The consistency was perfect.
I did this for a relatively long time. I was doing it slowly, making sure not to make the inside part of the filter wet. Eventually, I managed to cover the whole filter - it looked so wet and sticky.
I held the long unlit cigarette in my right hand, looked intensely in his eyes, and asked, slowly and teasingly:
"Do you like my lips?"
Meaning my light pink, ultra shiny, dark rimmed slut-mouth.
I gently bit my lower lip, and, on purpose, gave him a cute little smile, both with lips and eyes.
He laughed a bit, which surprised me (he usually loses his tongue under these conditions).
Instread, he said: "I can't wait to have them around my dick."
I giggled happily.
Feeling proud, I said: "Give me a moment."
I opened the car door and walked out. Very windy, patches of blue sky, big cumulus clouds, and further away some thunderstorms, perhaps.
No one was there. No cars, no people.
I loved the sound of my ultra thin 17 cm metal heels on the surface of the street.
I lit my precum coated cigarette. It was one of the most delicious cigarettes I've smoked in recent years. I smoked it standing, using my other hand to play with the little pearls inside my skirt, and with my needy little cumhole.
When I was finishing the cigarette, I did something I've already done today in the morning: I did drag + open-mouth inhale, drag + open-mouth inhale, drag + open-mouth inhale (three times), kept the poison from three drags inside my lungs, and exhaled a long line of smoke.
I finished the cigarette, threw it on the ground, and did what I love most: I used the platform of my faboulous ultra-high heel shoes to step on the butt, crushing it under the sole, slowly, with much enjoyment, admiring my shiny dark blue toenails, while fingering myself.
---
I went back inside the car, on all fours.
Without losing time, I straight away lit a third slim cigarette, took a couple of drags, and left the cigarette between my lips.
I knew my butt hole has been far too neglected of late, and I had prepared accordingly. I took out my crystal butt plug and inserted it inside the tightest of my three fuckholes.
Next, I bent forwards, and enveloped his rock-hard cock with my whorish shiny light pink + dark purple lip liner lips, and begun sucking him.
One of my hands, supporting my body, was holding my cigarette and occasionally his dick. My other hand was constantly busy fingering my pussy, my mouth was filled with his cock and cigarette smoke, and my butt hole was plugged. All of my three holes were put to proper use. Just as I wanted, just as I needed.
The whole affair didn't last long. We were both horny as hell. I sucked really fast, often taking long drags off my lipstick-stained cigarette.
I lit my fourth slim.
He was much more proactive than usual. He did a really good job - he called me many words, all synonyms of "whore, slut, prostitute".
I must admit he made me proud of myself. What a sweet guy. He really knows how to talk to a lady!
He came violently while I was deepthroating him. His load hit my throat. I lifted my head, laughing, looking at him with half-crazed eyes. He violently grabbed my jaw and made me open wide my laughing mouth.
I still had half of my cigarette to finish, and I took a couple of very messy drags off it, the liquid/transparent part of his cum leaking from one corner of my mouth. While still smiling or laughing, I blew smoke in his face. I also took his hand and forced him to finger-fuck me.
I didn't want my hungry belly to suffer much longer, so I swallowed.
I laughed again.
He pried open my mouth once more. Not that he had to check...
Soon I felt I was about to make a mess, opened the passenger door, jumped out of the car on my thin high heels, almost fell down, threw away what little remained of my cigarette, and continued fucking myself, until a river of slut-juices begun gushing down my long thighs.
Standing like an idiot on the street, slightly bending down, I begun collecting some of it, and licked my fingers. I wiped the rest off my thigs, using my paper towels.
The whole thing only lasted a very short time. He took me back, and I quickly typed this.
---
When I got back home, chatting with my online friend again, he said jokingly:
I think you break his heart a little, but he won't complain as he likes your whore services. You should charge what you're worth, a euro or so. Always carry change if he happened to pay with a two euro.
I'm sure. It's an area of abandoned warehouses and empty streets near where I live. We often use it. I live with a relative, and I can't do these things here, and I can't leave the apartment for too long.
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GrushaVashnadze
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Hi Ella,
I saw your post about being banned. I love the smoking fetish, and am posting my SF stories on Reddit, and on Lit, and on SFK. I can't find yours anywhere. But I'd love to read some of yours.
Here are two of mine, in case you are interested:
A Worthless Filthy Fucking Smoking Trash Cunt Whore
How Harriet Learnt to Smoke and Fuck and Love Jesus
GrushaVashnadze
I saw your post about being banned. I love the smoking fetish, and am posting my SF stories on Reddit, and on Lit, and on SFK. I can't find yours anywhere. But I'd love to read some of yours.
Here are two of mine, in case you are interested:
A Worthless Filthy Fucking Smoking Trash Cunt Whore
How Harriet Learnt to Smoke and Fuck and Love Jesus
GrushaVashnadze
I will post more here. Yesterday I copied all of them one by one, 69 stories written over a period of a bit less than five months. All about SF and smoking of course.
