Ella's Smoking, High Heels, General Glamour and Sluttiness
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Since you're in the US, you should get 120s for her. I don't have this luck here. I only had those few packs my friend had sent a few months ago.And after reading the shopping stories I’m wanting to take my friend who smokes shopping and get her some slim cigarettes or cigars
I need to do my morning things now, and then I have to get ready and go to see my mom. I'll spend the whole day at my mom's place. I have to help her with some things.
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Sounds like someone should send you a care package of 120’s
My friend did, a few months ago. But parcels have to go through customs etc.Sounds like someone should send you a care package of 120’s
I tried to find companies importing them into the EU and reselling them, but the tobacco laws are what they are.
I need to do my things now. I will be posting more stories and writing more.
It's morning here but night there. So, goodnight.
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I'd like to post my non-hardcore smoking stories. Most of the stories I write are, in fact, about the development of my fetish (my background, family, my childhood etc), as well as thoughts, reflections, and softcore descriptions of my smoking.
But I guess the casual reader will prefer reading about me having sex, so I will stick to my smoking sex experiences for now.
This is part of a long sequence that took place in February. I had not yet received my 120s at the time.
The below text is a description of things that happened during the course of two evenings, plus some remarks about my life, my hometown, and my friends.
The sequence of course continues, there's a third evening that was a complete failure, but the next morning I met my smoking girl friend and we immediately did some things together.
I won't post that today though. This is already far too long.
A note: since I begun writing, I "invented" several SF-related things. Some were in part inspired by other people's comments.
One of the hottest things I "learned" is this: A guy places his dick onto my wet little cunt, while at the same time I dangle a sexy cigarette (in absence of 120s, a slim will do). He starts, very slowly, sliding it inside, at the exact same moment that I light the tip of my slutty thin cigarette. And NOT before. He continues sliding it inside, slowly, while I, slowly, take my first long drag. It is imperative that the whole thing is synchronized.
Another hot thing that I experienced recently: I seldom orgasm during intercourse. It did happen some weeks ago though. While I was taking a long drag off my cigarette, I felt his pulsating cock fill me with hot cum. I felt so sexy. I soon orgasmed too.
Again, the below happened in February, and was written immediately after.
I hope you enjoy it.
PS: for those who have never read my stories, please forgive my English, it's not my native language. And of course I am no writer. I only write for my own joy and for the enjoyment of others.
---
[Here the original story begins.]
With the risk of repeating a couple of things, we need some introduction:
It may be a bit long. I am becoming addicted to writing. I find it to be a very pleasurable and rewarding activity. Another reason is that in person I am NOT talkative. I am very quiet. In fact, I don't talk much, except with a very few of my closest friends.
---
Since I returned to my hometown after my last breakup a few years ago, my sexual life has not been very intense, to put it mildly. There has been some sex here and there, but for the most part, I've learned how to spend long-ish periods of time without getting screwed. It was ok.
Since I started writing, my desire for having smoking sex has been reawakened. In the past few days I begun feeling a strong need to have sex. Yesterday, in the course of the day, my need became almost unbearable. I had to do something about it. Without going into too much detail (this is going to be overlong anyway), I chose the right person for that.
---
I often use the very European-sounding word "hometown". I use this word in both a narrow, as well as a wider sense. The narrow one means the specific place I grew up. Which is a very small town, less than ten thousand people. Next to this very small town, about 10-15 minutes by car, there is a small city.
I am, at the moment, in the "suburbs" of this small city, living in an apartment, taking care of one family member. This is one of the reasons I can't do the following: engage in sex here, smoke inside, leave the apartment for too long. Especially at night. But I don't like going out at night anyway, not least because my eyesight is so bad that even with my glasses I can't see well at night.
By "suburbs" I do not mean it in an American way, like suburbia. I mean it in a European way, which often means, among other things: crappy apartment blocks, warehouses nearby, and a population composed of locals of the lowest social standings - such as old ex addicts with beards and tattoos, old ladies feeding street cats, guys half-drunk most of the time, and teenage girls in leather mini skirts.
Most of these people are very nice though, polite and respectful.
This small city, plus the town where I grew up, plus all the surrounding villages, is what I refer to as my hometown in the wider sense.
---
The above is very important for understanding why, despite there being several other reasons, I simply cannot do whatever I wish to. And I don't dare going out dressed like a complete slut. I was doing that when I was living abroad. Many of the people here, especially those from my small town, I knew them my whole life.
The guy I had sex with yesterday is from that town. His house is 5 minutes walk from the one I grew up in, where I spent my childhood, and my teenage years with my dad, once my mom and sister left.
And no matter what I think about cheating husbands, I just can't run the risk of ruining families here. So I had to find a guy who's not married.
---
Long story short, he said he'd pick me up at 9 pm yesterday evening.
I showered and washed my hair, and shaved my pussy again.
Like I said, I didn't want to go out dressed too provocatively. I put on a beautiful leopard thong + bra set. The bra has a slightly silky effect. Both my leopard bra and leopart thong have a black lace edge.
I put inside a bag the following: one pair of black high heel shoes with a 18 cm (7 inches) heel and the leather boots I bought some months ago, but never wore in front of anybody, with a really really thin 19 cm heel (7.5 inches). It's a pity I never wore them outside, as they were a bit expensive.
Also some makeup, in case I decided to spend the night there, and some other things.
Otherwise I dressed normal: sneakers, long jeans, sweater, fur trim hooded coat.
Another dilemma was my makeup: I wanted to wear dark red lipgloss, not least because it leaves beautiful stains/smears on both cigarettes and skin. And I didn't want to waste too much time re-applying my makeup there. I didn't want to walk around my hometown in dark red lipgloss. Another time, maybe.
Same problem with fake eyelashes. I didn't dare risking being seen by people who know me. It's not that my natural eyelashes are not pretty, they are. But because fake eyelashes are extremely slutty, they are very useful, as they increase my self-consciousness of looking and feeling like a whore.
I applied my usual foundation, heavy (but not too heavy) eye makeup, and light pink lipstick.
I put on a tiny bit of perfume, to blend with my smell/taste of makeup and cigarettes.
I wore a high-ponytail. My hair is still very long, but not as long as it used to be. I never dye my hair. I love my natural hair color.
I added two glittering ear piercings: one in the hole on the top of my ear, one in the middle one. I didn't wear the one inside the ear. Besides the two little piercings inside my second hole of both ears. In the first one, I put enormous, very thin, hoop earrings. They're like 10 cm in diameter or so.
Again, I put on my contact lenses - in case my light body was to be sent flying around. Not to damage my glasses, they were expensive, as they had to be made not with normal lenses but with thinner ones, due to my extremely bad eyesight.
[...]
But I guess the casual reader will prefer reading about me having sex, so I will stick to my smoking sex experiences for now.
This is part of a long sequence that took place in February. I had not yet received my 120s at the time.
The below text is a description of things that happened during the course of two evenings, plus some remarks about my life, my hometown, and my friends.
The sequence of course continues, there's a third evening that was a complete failure, but the next morning I met my smoking girl friend and we immediately did some things together.
I won't post that today though. This is already far too long.
A note: since I begun writing, I "invented" several SF-related things. Some were in part inspired by other people's comments.
One of the hottest things I "learned" is this: A guy places his dick onto my wet little cunt, while at the same time I dangle a sexy cigarette (in absence of 120s, a slim will do). He starts, very slowly, sliding it inside, at the exact same moment that I light the tip of my slutty thin cigarette. And NOT before. He continues sliding it inside, slowly, while I, slowly, take my first long drag. It is imperative that the whole thing is synchronized.
Another hot thing that I experienced recently: I seldom orgasm during intercourse. It did happen some weeks ago though. While I was taking a long drag off my cigarette, I felt his pulsating cock fill me with hot cum. I felt so sexy. I soon orgasmed too.
Again, the below happened in February, and was written immediately after.
I hope you enjoy it.
PS: for those who have never read my stories, please forgive my English, it's not my native language. And of course I am no writer. I only write for my own joy and for the enjoyment of others.
---
[Here the original story begins.]
With the risk of repeating a couple of things, we need some introduction:
It may be a bit long. I am becoming addicted to writing. I find it to be a very pleasurable and rewarding activity. Another reason is that in person I am NOT talkative. I am very quiet. In fact, I don't talk much, except with a very few of my closest friends.
---
Since I returned to my hometown after my last breakup a few years ago, my sexual life has not been very intense, to put it mildly. There has been some sex here and there, but for the most part, I've learned how to spend long-ish periods of time without getting screwed. It was ok.
Since I started writing, my desire for having smoking sex has been reawakened. In the past few days I begun feeling a strong need to have sex. Yesterday, in the course of the day, my need became almost unbearable. I had to do something about it. Without going into too much detail (this is going to be overlong anyway), I chose the right person for that.
---
I often use the very European-sounding word "hometown". I use this word in both a narrow, as well as a wider sense. The narrow one means the specific place I grew up. Which is a very small town, less than ten thousand people. Next to this very small town, about 10-15 minutes by car, there is a small city.
I am, at the moment, in the "suburbs" of this small city, living in an apartment, taking care of one family member. This is one of the reasons I can't do the following: engage in sex here, smoke inside, leave the apartment for too long. Especially at night. But I don't like going out at night anyway, not least because my eyesight is so bad that even with my glasses I can't see well at night.
By "suburbs" I do not mean it in an American way, like suburbia. I mean it in a European way, which often means, among other things: crappy apartment blocks, warehouses nearby, and a population composed of locals of the lowest social standings - such as old ex addicts with beards and tattoos, old ladies feeding street cats, guys half-drunk most of the time, and teenage girls in leather mini skirts.
Most of these people are very nice though, polite and respectful.
This small city, plus the town where I grew up, plus all the surrounding villages, is what I refer to as my hometown in the wider sense.
---
The above is very important for understanding why, despite there being several other reasons, I simply cannot do whatever I wish to. And I don't dare going out dressed like a complete slut. I was doing that when I was living abroad. Many of the people here, especially those from my small town, I knew them my whole life.
The guy I had sex with yesterday is from that town. His house is 5 minutes walk from the one I grew up in, where I spent my childhood, and my teenage years with my dad, once my mom and sister left.
And no matter what I think about cheating husbands, I just can't run the risk of ruining families here. So I had to find a guy who's not married.
---
Long story short, he said he'd pick me up at 9 pm yesterday evening.
I showered and washed my hair, and shaved my pussy again.
Like I said, I didn't want to go out dressed too provocatively. I put on a beautiful leopard thong + bra set. The bra has a slightly silky effect. Both my leopard bra and leopart thong have a black lace edge.
I put inside a bag the following: one pair of black high heel shoes with a 18 cm (7 inches) heel and the leather boots I bought some months ago, but never wore in front of anybody, with a really really thin 19 cm heel (7.5 inches). It's a pity I never wore them outside, as they were a bit expensive.
Also some makeup, in case I decided to spend the night there, and some other things.
Otherwise I dressed normal: sneakers, long jeans, sweater, fur trim hooded coat.
Another dilemma was my makeup: I wanted to wear dark red lipgloss, not least because it leaves beautiful stains/smears on both cigarettes and skin. And I didn't want to waste too much time re-applying my makeup there. I didn't want to walk around my hometown in dark red lipgloss. Another time, maybe.
Same problem with fake eyelashes. I didn't dare risking being seen by people who know me. It's not that my natural eyelashes are not pretty, they are. But because fake eyelashes are extremely slutty, they are very useful, as they increase my self-consciousness of looking and feeling like a whore.
I applied my usual foundation, heavy (but not too heavy) eye makeup, and light pink lipstick.
I put on a tiny bit of perfume, to blend with my smell/taste of makeup and cigarettes.
I wore a high-ponytail. My hair is still very long, but not as long as it used to be. I never dye my hair. I love my natural hair color.
I added two glittering ear piercings: one in the hole on the top of my ear, one in the middle one. I didn't wear the one inside the ear. Besides the two little piercings inside my second hole of both ears. In the first one, I put enormous, very thin, hoop earrings. They're like 10 cm in diameter or so.
Again, I put on my contact lenses - in case my light body was to be sent flying around. Not to damage my glasses, they were expensive, as they had to be made not with normal lenses but with thinner ones, due to my extremely bad eyesight.
[...]
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[...]
He picked me at 9 pm. We didn't kiss nor anything. I knew him a long time. But he's not a friend in the strict sense. More of an acquaintance.
In brief, the crucial things I learned:
he never had sex with a woman smoking during sex
he didn't mind trying, and he didn't have anything against smoking
he never fucked a woman's ass
In order to have a better picture: he's blond, a bit over 180 cm tall. He's quite good looking, good body (athletic).
I am 165 cm - in US measurement standards it should correspond to 5' 4" or 5' 5".
Since I knew that once I'd start to smoke, I would most likely not stop for the whole session, and I didn't want to put too much strain on my poor lungs by smoking Marlboro Red 100s, I wanted to stop on the way and buy a pack of slim cigarettes. The only 120s that still exist here are More, and I don't like their look (I tried smoking them when I was a teenager).
His house is typical of that part of our small town. Big house, a garden with the usual couple of tall fir or spruce trees, some well tended bushes, etc. Not like the part of the town I grew up in, which is narrow and squeezed, and the buildings are old.
---
I will omit all the minor things we did or talked about when we arrived there.
I got ready, took off my clothes, and remained in my leopard lingerie set. I didn't wear stockings. My legs were bare.
I asked which shoes he wanted me to wear. He chose my boots. Black leather. Very thin 19 cm (7.5) heel, as I said. They reach just below my knee. With a zip on the inside of my calf. No one ever saw me wearing them. They are truly stunning and extremely beautiful. But they are also one of the sluttiest things I ever saw.
I put them on and walked a little bit, feeling pretty and queenly. They are so incredibly high. The floor was made of wood, and the sound of my heels was very loud. This helped a lot in further increasing my self-confidence. I felt like a little goddess.
We sat on the bed, next to each other, me sitting on the side, with my legs at a certain angle, wearing only my leopard lingerie, my knee-high leather boots, my huge hoop earrings and glittering piercings, and a bracelet. Him wearing only his underwear. I had my pack of slims, lighter, and ashtray next to me. I took one cigarette out, and lighted it.
For a few minutes I just enjoyed the view of my pretty little hand with dark red nails stroking his dick inside his grey underwear, using the other hand, or sometimes the stroking one, to hold my slim cigarette. At that point my smoking was still normal, slow-ish and relaxed. He seemed to be enjoying. I asked him if he liked my slutty boots.
He said "They're unbelievable." I lifted one boot-wearing leg, and placed it first on his chest, and then on his face, keeping an expressionless look in my eyes, with my mouth very slightly open, my tongue touching my lower teeth. I moved my leg down next, and put myself in a position where I was able to have my knee and thigh on his chest, and my high heels on his hard dick. I used my foot to stroke him a little bit, and feel his dick under the leather.
While rubbing his dick with my high heels, I pulled another slim from my pack, and lighed it. I did, at this point, a couple of open-mouth inhales. But I'd asked him first to look at me. "Have you ever seen this?" He said he haven't. I took a drag or two, inhaled, blew out the smoke, and asked him if he thinks I'm pretty, and, at the same time, using my heels to rub him a little bit more.
After a while, I changed the position of my legs, leaned down, pulled down his underwear, and threw it somewhere. His dick was stiff as hell, and there was a little bit of precum on it. I touched some of his precum, using the fingertip of my index finger. Next, I used the other hand, to apply his precum on my dark red fingernail. And I licked my nail.
Nails with nail polish feel cool, and pleasant. They also have a smell that I love, and which turns me on incredibly. I took another drag or two from my slim cigarette. I put my finger in my mouth, and sucked it a little.
I removed my finger from my mouth, and replaced it with his dick. I started sucking it. My high ponytail had been done well, so I didn't have any hair bothering my eyes. I sucked for a few seconds, and took it out with a very loud smack. "Do you want it with smoke in my mouth?" I wasn't 100% sure of the reaction, but I had a feeling that he has been, so far, enjoying himself. "Yes, try." I took two or three drags, inhaled deep, and exhaled into the air. Took a couple more drags, and, this time without inhaling, I put it back inside my mouth. I sucked him while smoke was drifting between my lips and his dick. He was enjoying. I kept sucking, and licking. I took a few very long drags, inhaled deep, put it back in my mouth, and sucked while very slowly exhaling through my nose. And so on, for the lenght of time it took me to finish a couple of slim cigarettes.
I stopped. Cigarettes, lighter, and ashtray were all there, on the bed. I took the pack, pulled one slim out, and put it between my lips. I loved the feeling of contact between the ultra-thin filter and my pink lipstick.
I think I fixed a bit my ponytail at this point, with the cigarette in my mouth. Then I lighted it, and sat on his dick, one leg on each side, facing him. I was still wearing my leopard thong. I stayed in that position, rubbing it, hidden inside my leo thong, on his dick. I kept smoking, and took it slowly, on purpose. I wanted to prolong my, and his, waiting, and further increase our longing.
Finally, I pulled my thong onto one side, used my hand to slowly put his dick inside me, and begun.
While riding him, I turned my head, and looked at my boots: have you ever seen a 19 cm (7.5 inches) heel, the whole height/lenght of the heel, from behind? No words can describe this sight! A sight out of this world.
While my right hand was busily pressed to my lustful, cigarette-sucking lips, his hard dick inside my shaved little cunt, my leopard thong moved to one side, using the fingertips of my left hand, unable to resist such beauty, I caressed the whole lenght of my ultra-thin, ultra-high heel, the sole, the leather surface, and enveloped my fingers around my thin heel. This increased my arousal enormously, and I started to ride him harder, often pressing down my body weight for a few seconds, in order to experience him deeper inside me.
I did this for a few minutes, while continuously smoking. My movements were relatively slow - as a result, my drags, although being more or less continuous, were not fast, nor too aggressive looking. My exhales at this point were particularly long. I rememeber my long lines of smoke I created while exhaling, due to the lighting effect from of one the lamps.
Next, I lied on my back. He removed my leopard thong, and (yes!), smelled it. I laughed, and reacted by lightly planting my high heel into his chest. I removed my bra. Now I was only wearing my boots and nothing else.
Lying on my back now. This is where I usually beg to get banged really really really hard, and where my smoking truly becomes compulsive. There won't be needed too much description, as I've already provided, previously, an example of this kind of activity, the way I experienced it. It's basically a constant hard fucking of my cunt, with my light thin body flying around on the bed, and my continuous sucking on cigarettes, pressed to my lips, exhaling in any way I can, under these circumstances, occasionally on the verge of coughing.
I get covered in ashes at this point, and they stick on my sweaty skin.
Several cigarettes in this position, normally.
Time to get it from behind, now. He never fucked a woman's ass. Never mind, maybe next time. I took my crystal butt plug (round-shaped, not heart-shaped) and put it on. I applied some more lipstick, as most of my lipstick was now either on his dick or on the quickly accumulating cigarette butts inside the ashtray. I positioned myself, on all four, and got ready. A fresh cigarette at the beginning of every new position. I had to keep them close at hand now, as I have a tendency to smoke really hard and fast while getting fucked from behind.
He put it in and began. While doing it, he started touching my butt plug. It was an extremely pleasurable sensation. The feeling of having my crystal butt plug slightly moving, and getting screwed at the same time, made me feel so hot, that I had to stub my cigarette into the ashtray, took two new ones from the pack, lighted them both simultaneously, and smoked them at the same time. Or tried, at least, as I was so aroused, that my fingers were very unsteady.
He pulled it out, and kept saying he loved my little ass with the shiny butt plug inside it. He leaned, and started kissing both my buttocks and my butt plug. I took advantage of this interlude to take a few normal drags, versus all the power-like smoking and chain-smoking I had been doing constantly. Plus, the multiple smoking now.
I said to him: "If you love my ass so much, next time if you want you can fuck it."
[...]
He picked me at 9 pm. We didn't kiss nor anything. I knew him a long time. But he's not a friend in the strict sense. More of an acquaintance.
In brief, the crucial things I learned:
he never had sex with a woman smoking during sex
he didn't mind trying, and he didn't have anything against smoking
he never fucked a woman's ass
In order to have a better picture: he's blond, a bit over 180 cm tall. He's quite good looking, good body (athletic).
I am 165 cm - in US measurement standards it should correspond to 5' 4" or 5' 5".
Since I knew that once I'd start to smoke, I would most likely not stop for the whole session, and I didn't want to put too much strain on my poor lungs by smoking Marlboro Red 100s, I wanted to stop on the way and buy a pack of slim cigarettes. The only 120s that still exist here are More, and I don't like their look (I tried smoking them when I was a teenager).
His house is typical of that part of our small town. Big house, a garden with the usual couple of tall fir or spruce trees, some well tended bushes, etc. Not like the part of the town I grew up in, which is narrow and squeezed, and the buildings are old.
---
I will omit all the minor things we did or talked about when we arrived there.
I got ready, took off my clothes, and remained in my leopard lingerie set. I didn't wear stockings. My legs were bare.
I asked which shoes he wanted me to wear. He chose my boots. Black leather. Very thin 19 cm (7.5) heel, as I said. They reach just below my knee. With a zip on the inside of my calf. No one ever saw me wearing them. They are truly stunning and extremely beautiful. But they are also one of the sluttiest things I ever saw.
I put them on and walked a little bit, feeling pretty and queenly. They are so incredibly high. The floor was made of wood, and the sound of my heels was very loud. This helped a lot in further increasing my self-confidence. I felt like a little goddess.
We sat on the bed, next to each other, me sitting on the side, with my legs at a certain angle, wearing only my leopard lingerie, my knee-high leather boots, my huge hoop earrings and glittering piercings, and a bracelet. Him wearing only his underwear. I had my pack of slims, lighter, and ashtray next to me. I took one cigarette out, and lighted it.
For a few minutes I just enjoyed the view of my pretty little hand with dark red nails stroking his dick inside his grey underwear, using the other hand, or sometimes the stroking one, to hold my slim cigarette. At that point my smoking was still normal, slow-ish and relaxed. He seemed to be enjoying. I asked him if he liked my slutty boots.
He said "They're unbelievable." I lifted one boot-wearing leg, and placed it first on his chest, and then on his face, keeping an expressionless look in my eyes, with my mouth very slightly open, my tongue touching my lower teeth. I moved my leg down next, and put myself in a position where I was able to have my knee and thigh on his chest, and my high heels on his hard dick. I used my foot to stroke him a little bit, and feel his dick under the leather.
While rubbing his dick with my high heels, I pulled another slim from my pack, and lighed it. I did, at this point, a couple of open-mouth inhales. But I'd asked him first to look at me. "Have you ever seen this?" He said he haven't. I took a drag or two, inhaled, blew out the smoke, and asked him if he thinks I'm pretty, and, at the same time, using my heels to rub him a little bit more.
After a while, I changed the position of my legs, leaned down, pulled down his underwear, and threw it somewhere. His dick was stiff as hell, and there was a little bit of precum on it. I touched some of his precum, using the fingertip of my index finger. Next, I used the other hand, to apply his precum on my dark red fingernail. And I licked my nail.
Nails with nail polish feel cool, and pleasant. They also have a smell that I love, and which turns me on incredibly. I took another drag or two from my slim cigarette. I put my finger in my mouth, and sucked it a little.
I removed my finger from my mouth, and replaced it with his dick. I started sucking it. My high ponytail had been done well, so I didn't have any hair bothering my eyes. I sucked for a few seconds, and took it out with a very loud smack. "Do you want it with smoke in my mouth?" I wasn't 100% sure of the reaction, but I had a feeling that he has been, so far, enjoying himself. "Yes, try." I took two or three drags, inhaled deep, and exhaled into the air. Took a couple more drags, and, this time without inhaling, I put it back inside my mouth. I sucked him while smoke was drifting between my lips and his dick. He was enjoying. I kept sucking, and licking. I took a few very long drags, inhaled deep, put it back in my mouth, and sucked while very slowly exhaling through my nose. And so on, for the lenght of time it took me to finish a couple of slim cigarettes.
I stopped. Cigarettes, lighter, and ashtray were all there, on the bed. I took the pack, pulled one slim out, and put it between my lips. I loved the feeling of contact between the ultra-thin filter and my pink lipstick.
I think I fixed a bit my ponytail at this point, with the cigarette in my mouth. Then I lighted it, and sat on his dick, one leg on each side, facing him. I was still wearing my leopard thong. I stayed in that position, rubbing it, hidden inside my leo thong, on his dick. I kept smoking, and took it slowly, on purpose. I wanted to prolong my, and his, waiting, and further increase our longing.
Finally, I pulled my thong onto one side, used my hand to slowly put his dick inside me, and begun.
While riding him, I turned my head, and looked at my boots: have you ever seen a 19 cm (7.5 inches) heel, the whole height/lenght of the heel, from behind? No words can describe this sight! A sight out of this world.
While my right hand was busily pressed to my lustful, cigarette-sucking lips, his hard dick inside my shaved little cunt, my leopard thong moved to one side, using the fingertips of my left hand, unable to resist such beauty, I caressed the whole lenght of my ultra-thin, ultra-high heel, the sole, the leather surface, and enveloped my fingers around my thin heel. This increased my arousal enormously, and I started to ride him harder, often pressing down my body weight for a few seconds, in order to experience him deeper inside me.
I did this for a few minutes, while continuously smoking. My movements were relatively slow - as a result, my drags, although being more or less continuous, were not fast, nor too aggressive looking. My exhales at this point were particularly long. I rememeber my long lines of smoke I created while exhaling, due to the lighting effect from of one the lamps.
Next, I lied on my back. He removed my leopard thong, and (yes!), smelled it. I laughed, and reacted by lightly planting my high heel into his chest. I removed my bra. Now I was only wearing my boots and nothing else.
Lying on my back now. This is where I usually beg to get banged really really really hard, and where my smoking truly becomes compulsive. There won't be needed too much description, as I've already provided, previously, an example of this kind of activity, the way I experienced it. It's basically a constant hard fucking of my cunt, with my light thin body flying around on the bed, and my continuous sucking on cigarettes, pressed to my lips, exhaling in any way I can, under these circumstances, occasionally on the verge of coughing.
I get covered in ashes at this point, and they stick on my sweaty skin.
Several cigarettes in this position, normally.
Time to get it from behind, now. He never fucked a woman's ass. Never mind, maybe next time. I took my crystal butt plug (round-shaped, not heart-shaped) and put it on. I applied some more lipstick, as most of my lipstick was now either on his dick or on the quickly accumulating cigarette butts inside the ashtray. I positioned myself, on all four, and got ready. A fresh cigarette at the beginning of every new position. I had to keep them close at hand now, as I have a tendency to smoke really hard and fast while getting fucked from behind.
He put it in and began. While doing it, he started touching my butt plug. It was an extremely pleasurable sensation. The feeling of having my crystal butt plug slightly moving, and getting screwed at the same time, made me feel so hot, that I had to stub my cigarette into the ashtray, took two new ones from the pack, lighted them both simultaneously, and smoked them at the same time. Or tried, at least, as I was so aroused, that my fingers were very unsteady.
He pulled it out, and kept saying he loved my little ass with the shiny butt plug inside it. He leaned, and started kissing both my buttocks and my butt plug. I took advantage of this interlude to take a few normal drags, versus all the power-like smoking and chain-smoking I had been doing constantly. Plus, the multiple smoking now.
I said to him: "If you love my ass so much, next time if you want you can fuck it."
[...]
[...]
He put it back inside, and continued for a few more minutes until I wanted to change the position again. I wanted him to cum inside me while I was lying on my back. We did this, until he came. I straightened up and with my hungry mouth tried sucking out everything that was left inside. I didn't want to waste a single drop. The few drops I got in my mouth I just swallowed them. The rest was inside my cunt. The guy was done, and I continued by myself, as I always do. I almost always orgasm by myself.
I lied down, smoked more, and played with myself, and with his precious cum that was inside me. I kept smoking, touching, and eating. Until I orgasmed too. What remained of his cum I put it in my mouth, mixed with my taste, and swallowed it.
I didn't want to take a shower, so I just quickly removed the makeup mess from my face, and told him I'd sleep there.
I slept ok. I always get up early. He was sleeping, so I got up, went to the toilet, and remembered that I didn't bring a toothbrush. So I just put some toothpaste on my finger, and "brushed" a bit. I took a shower, dressed, went to the kitchen and kept opening his cupboards until I found coffee and made some. I put on a bit of makeup. He was waking up now, and he had to go to work.
We chatted a bit, while I smoked a cigarette, sitting on the bed. I asked him if he liked it. He did, and we decided that we could meet again soon and have some more smoking sex. Every man is hard in the morning, as far as I know. Looking at his boner, I smiled, and started rubbing it with my hand, and soon put it inside my mouth, taking a drag from my cigarette here and there (my Marboro Red 100s now). I sucked for about ten minutes, until he came inside my mouth. I took some of it out, and had a look. I put it back in, and swallowed all of it.
On the way back we stopped at the supermarket as I had to buy a few things. Then he took me home.
I may meet him again, at least until I find some true smoking fetishist(s).
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[A note from today, June 5th: the following is the description of the second experience, that took place a few days after the events described above]
I haven't foreseen this. But some times my mood changes.
This time it was me seeking the guy. I called him yesterday and asked him if he wanted to see me and have smoking sex with me.
I got ready.
I applied some makeup foundation, and put the rest of my makeup in a bag, together with the things I was planning to wear. I took off my glasses and wore my contact lenses.
---
Once there, I started to put on makeup. I was already wearing foundation, so I only had to do my eye makeup and lips. I made longish lines with my eye liner, and above them, I covered my eyelids with silver glitter. It's been a long time since I did this. It looks beautiful in clubs and during parties, but otherwise it's too extreme.
I considered wearing metallic dark blue lipstick. But since my nails are already dark blue, I didn't want to have the same color on both my lips and my nails. I chose dark red lipgloss, the same one I wore a few days ago, as described in detail in one of my recent posts.
I changed my clothes in another room. I wanted to surprise him. Here's my description, starting with the famous, or infamous "skirt".
I've mentioned it before, a couple of times. For those who want to understand better what this "skirt" looks like, there's plenty of photos on the internet.
First, to call it a skirt, is a joke. It's black and very tight. According to my estimate, it only covers about 70% of my ass, leaving about 30% exposed. And I don't mean it exposes so much only if you pull it up too high. No. It's a low-waist thing. My belly is completely exposed too. It's so short, that you can always see part of my pussy. Both from the front, and from the rear. I don't have to arch my back, or do a 90 degree, for people to be able to see it. I can stand perfectly straight, in a normal position, and you can see it.
Under this "skirt", I wore a very scanty thong. It's extremely small, black. It's made of a couple of black strings, plus a little line of pearls in front. In short, it conceals absolutely nothing.
A little top of a gold leopard color, covering only my boobs, and part of my belly, leaving the area below my belly button, as well as my whole back, bare.
I wore very thin nylon stockings, with a black lace edge. No garters. My shoes were black, with a thin 19 cm heel (7.5 inches), with a very little heart-shaped crystal ornament, hanging from its thin ankle strap.
High-ponytail again, like last time, and a few hair pins.
I decided to wear a crystal ear piercing inside my ear. Big hoop earrings, but not the same ones I wore last time.
I added a couple of gold bracelets (only the color, no real gold there).
I thought about smoking More 120s, but eventually chose slims.
---
I wanted to skip most of the things I "usually" do.
I used quotation marks to mean I seldom have sex nowadays.
I didn't ask him if he wanted to experience anal sex.
---
I sat on the edge of the bed. He was ready in his underwear, and I told him to stand in front of me. I put cigatrettes, lighter, ashtray, and lipgloss next to me. I slowly opened the new pack of slims.
Very slowly, all the while looking at his eyes, expressionless, with my dark red glossy lips slightly parted, my tongue touching the roof of my mouth. I took out one cigarette, slowly, and held it in my hand. I took the lighter, and held it in my other hand.
I just kept staring at his eyes for a while, saying nothing.
I lifted my nylon-wearing leg, and planted my sharp heel into his belly. Hard.
He recoiled.
I moved my leg down, slowly, and used the very high plafrom of my black shoes to give his dick a good rub.
Next, I crossed my legs, put my slim cigarette between my lips, and lighted it. I took a very long drag, and started spinning my ankle. I looked at my thin heels. The first drag must have lasted at least 5 seconds. I did a very sudden, and for him, I assume, very unexpected open-mouth inhale, opening my mouth really big, and after a couple of seconds, quickly inhaled the little cloud of smoke. I blew it out to my right, my dark red lips in a tight O-shape.
I pulled down his underwear. He was already very hard. Smoking with my right hand, I used my left to check for precum. It was there.
I took some of it with the index finger of my left hand, took a drag from my cigarette, didn't inhale, and placed my finger on my tongue, with thick smoke drifting from my mouth. My lips, parted at first, enveloped my finger, and sucked it clean. A dark red stain appeared on my finger.
Looking up at him with my green eyes, with glittery makeup and fake eyelashes, I tried to assume an expressionless, big-eyed, doll-like look.
Without smiling, in a half-innocent sounding voice, speaking slow:
"Do you like me?" and I took a long drag, and exhaled to my right. I was lightly touching his hard dick with the fingers of my left hand. Dark blue nails.
"Yes."
I smiled with my eyes.
Saying it very slowly: "Do you think I am a slut?" Triple drag, at the very least. Normal inhale/exhale.
"No."
"What?" Another drag, long, and a huge open-mouth inhale. Blowing smoke on his dick.
"No." I almost couldn't hear it, so low his voice was.
"Do you want me to do it to others?" I took a drag quickly, kept the smoke inside my mouth and started sucking him.
Immediately took it out, with a loud wet noise, smeared with lipgloss, took another drag from my slim, and still looking up at his eyes, said:
"Would you like that?" And instantly put it back inside my mouth.
Joke or no joke, the thought of letting him know that very soon someone else may be standing where is he standing now, turned me on further, and I continued sucking, more regularly now, stopping only to take more drags from my cigarette, to light a second one, and to keep my mouth constantly filled with smoke.
Then, like a good little girl, I did my best to fill my mouth with a huge amount of smoke, and, opening my glossy mouth wide, gave him a long, very slow, smokey lick over its whole lenght.
He was obviously in heaven. Smoking fetishist or not.
At a certain point I increased my speed and switched to something resembling a sloppy blowjob. I took his lipgloss-smeared dick first, and used it to play a bit with my heavy makeup. I put it on my cheeks, my nose, my eyes etc. I transferred some silver glitter onto it. But my fake eyelashes were, for now, ok.
Between drags, I spit onto it, and sucked him really fast for a few minutes and did a couple of deepthroats while my mouth was filled with smoke, and I tried exhaling through my nose during one of them. It wasn't that easy.
[...]
He put it back inside, and continued for a few more minutes until I wanted to change the position again. I wanted him to cum inside me while I was lying on my back. We did this, until he came. I straightened up and with my hungry mouth tried sucking out everything that was left inside. I didn't want to waste a single drop. The few drops I got in my mouth I just swallowed them. The rest was inside my cunt. The guy was done, and I continued by myself, as I always do. I almost always orgasm by myself.
I lied down, smoked more, and played with myself, and with his precious cum that was inside me. I kept smoking, touching, and eating. Until I orgasmed too. What remained of his cum I put it in my mouth, mixed with my taste, and swallowed it.
I didn't want to take a shower, so I just quickly removed the makeup mess from my face, and told him I'd sleep there.
I slept ok. I always get up early. He was sleeping, so I got up, went to the toilet, and remembered that I didn't bring a toothbrush. So I just put some toothpaste on my finger, and "brushed" a bit. I took a shower, dressed, went to the kitchen and kept opening his cupboards until I found coffee and made some. I put on a bit of makeup. He was waking up now, and he had to go to work.
We chatted a bit, while I smoked a cigarette, sitting on the bed. I asked him if he liked it. He did, and we decided that we could meet again soon and have some more smoking sex. Every man is hard in the morning, as far as I know. Looking at his boner, I smiled, and started rubbing it with my hand, and soon put it inside my mouth, taking a drag from my cigarette here and there (my Marboro Red 100s now). I sucked for about ten minutes, until he came inside my mouth. I took some of it out, and had a look. I put it back in, and swallowed all of it.
On the way back we stopped at the supermarket as I had to buy a few things. Then he took me home.
I may meet him again, at least until I find some true smoking fetishist(s).
---
---
[A note from today, June 5th: the following is the description of the second experience, that took place a few days after the events described above]
I haven't foreseen this. But some times my mood changes.
This time it was me seeking the guy. I called him yesterday and asked him if he wanted to see me and have smoking sex with me.
I got ready.
I applied some makeup foundation, and put the rest of my makeup in a bag, together with the things I was planning to wear. I took off my glasses and wore my contact lenses.
---
Once there, I started to put on makeup. I was already wearing foundation, so I only had to do my eye makeup and lips. I made longish lines with my eye liner, and above them, I covered my eyelids with silver glitter. It's been a long time since I did this. It looks beautiful in clubs and during parties, but otherwise it's too extreme.
I considered wearing metallic dark blue lipstick. But since my nails are already dark blue, I didn't want to have the same color on both my lips and my nails. I chose dark red lipgloss, the same one I wore a few days ago, as described in detail in one of my recent posts.
I changed my clothes in another room. I wanted to surprise him. Here's my description, starting with the famous, or infamous "skirt".
I've mentioned it before, a couple of times. For those who want to understand better what this "skirt" looks like, there's plenty of photos on the internet.
First, to call it a skirt, is a joke. It's black and very tight. According to my estimate, it only covers about 70% of my ass, leaving about 30% exposed. And I don't mean it exposes so much only if you pull it up too high. No. It's a low-waist thing. My belly is completely exposed too. It's so short, that you can always see part of my pussy. Both from the front, and from the rear. I don't have to arch my back, or do a 90 degree, for people to be able to see it. I can stand perfectly straight, in a normal position, and you can see it.
Under this "skirt", I wore a very scanty thong. It's extremely small, black. It's made of a couple of black strings, plus a little line of pearls in front. In short, it conceals absolutely nothing.
A little top of a gold leopard color, covering only my boobs, and part of my belly, leaving the area below my belly button, as well as my whole back, bare.
I wore very thin nylon stockings, with a black lace edge. No garters. My shoes were black, with a thin 19 cm heel (7.5 inches), with a very little heart-shaped crystal ornament, hanging from its thin ankle strap.
High-ponytail again, like last time, and a few hair pins.
I decided to wear a crystal ear piercing inside my ear. Big hoop earrings, but not the same ones I wore last time.
I added a couple of gold bracelets (only the color, no real gold there).
I thought about smoking More 120s, but eventually chose slims.
---
I wanted to skip most of the things I "usually" do.
I used quotation marks to mean I seldom have sex nowadays.
I didn't ask him if he wanted to experience anal sex.
---
I sat on the edge of the bed. He was ready in his underwear, and I told him to stand in front of me. I put cigatrettes, lighter, ashtray, and lipgloss next to me. I slowly opened the new pack of slims.
Very slowly, all the while looking at his eyes, expressionless, with my dark red glossy lips slightly parted, my tongue touching the roof of my mouth. I took out one cigarette, slowly, and held it in my hand. I took the lighter, and held it in my other hand.
I just kept staring at his eyes for a while, saying nothing.
I lifted my nylon-wearing leg, and planted my sharp heel into his belly. Hard.
He recoiled.
I moved my leg down, slowly, and used the very high plafrom of my black shoes to give his dick a good rub.
Next, I crossed my legs, put my slim cigarette between my lips, and lighted it. I took a very long drag, and started spinning my ankle. I looked at my thin heels. The first drag must have lasted at least 5 seconds. I did a very sudden, and for him, I assume, very unexpected open-mouth inhale, opening my mouth really big, and after a couple of seconds, quickly inhaled the little cloud of smoke. I blew it out to my right, my dark red lips in a tight O-shape.
I pulled down his underwear. He was already very hard. Smoking with my right hand, I used my left to check for precum. It was there.
I took some of it with the index finger of my left hand, took a drag from my cigarette, didn't inhale, and placed my finger on my tongue, with thick smoke drifting from my mouth. My lips, parted at first, enveloped my finger, and sucked it clean. A dark red stain appeared on my finger.
Looking up at him with my green eyes, with glittery makeup and fake eyelashes, I tried to assume an expressionless, big-eyed, doll-like look.
Without smiling, in a half-innocent sounding voice, speaking slow:
"Do you like me?" and I took a long drag, and exhaled to my right. I was lightly touching his hard dick with the fingers of my left hand. Dark blue nails.
"Yes."
I smiled with my eyes.
Saying it very slowly: "Do you think I am a slut?" Triple drag, at the very least. Normal inhale/exhale.
"No."
"What?" Another drag, long, and a huge open-mouth inhale. Blowing smoke on his dick.
"No." I almost couldn't hear it, so low his voice was.
"Do you want me to do it to others?" I took a drag quickly, kept the smoke inside my mouth and started sucking him.
Immediately took it out, with a loud wet noise, smeared with lipgloss, took another drag from my slim, and still looking up at his eyes, said:
"Would you like that?" And instantly put it back inside my mouth.
Joke or no joke, the thought of letting him know that very soon someone else may be standing where is he standing now, turned me on further, and I continued sucking, more regularly now, stopping only to take more drags from my cigarette, to light a second one, and to keep my mouth constantly filled with smoke.
Then, like a good little girl, I did my best to fill my mouth with a huge amount of smoke, and, opening my glossy mouth wide, gave him a long, very slow, smokey lick over its whole lenght.
He was obviously in heaven. Smoking fetishist or not.
At a certain point I increased my speed and switched to something resembling a sloppy blowjob. I took his lipgloss-smeared dick first, and used it to play a bit with my heavy makeup. I put it on my cheeks, my nose, my eyes etc. I transferred some silver glitter onto it. But my fake eyelashes were, for now, ok.
Between drags, I spit onto it, and sucked him really fast for a few minutes and did a couple of deepthroats while my mouth was filled with smoke, and I tried exhaling through my nose during one of them. It wasn't that easy.
[...]
[...]
---
I wanted to skip most of my usual positions.
I lied on my back. I had told him beforehand where and how I wanted him to cum.
Dark lipgloss smears were everywhere. On my fingers, my face, even on my hand. And on the cigarette butts inside the ashtray that had accumulated until now.
Still, I kept applying more of it, even though my face was already a mess.
Inspired by some of the comments I received, I told him what to do.
With me lying on my back, he slid it inside very slow, at the exact same time that I was dangling a new slim, and lighting it with the almost-finished previous one.
I told him not to worry for me, and to fuck me as hard as he was capable of.
He fucked me so hard that I had tears in my eyes, and I even made a couple of little noises. Yes, even during sex I tend to be silent.
Up to this point, I hadn't removed anything I was wearing. But now, while he was screwing me, with me basically flying around the bed while doing something remotely resembling power-smoking, he complained that the pearls were bothering him. By this I mean the little black thong with the line of pearls on the front.
He removed it, but I kept on my black "skirt" which, being of course pulled higher up, was now exposing not 30% of my ass, but more like 90% of it.
I also removed my gold leo top, mostly because I didn't want to ruin it with cigarette ashes. Plus, I begun at this point playing with my tits and my nipples, using my left hand, when my right one was busy holding my cigarette, mostly pressed to my lips. Occasionally I left the cigarette between my lips, and used my right hand to touch the inner part of my thighs.
I remained in black nylon stockings, my extreme 19 cm heels, and my black "skirt".
---
The room was filled with smoke. It smelled so sexy.
I had to light another cigarette but couldn't do it like this.
I told him to stop. I used the opportunity to put on some more lipgloss.
I took the pack, and pulled out a new slim.
Again, I told him to slide it back inside my beautiful wet cunt, at exactly the same moment that I was lighting my sexy thin cigarette. He did so, but this time I used my lighter to light it.
Once inside, he continued fucking me, and I continued power-smoking my squeezed and humid and stained cigarettes.
When he was about to cum, he did as I had told him to: he pulled it out, and towering above me, he sprayed my body with cum, while I was lying on my back, sucking on my cigarette. It was perfect.
---
I told him to please leave me alone for a while.
He left the room, and I continued.
Still lying on my back, I started to masturbate. I had as many cigarettes as I needed. I lighted another one, and smoked it with my right hand mostly. I removed my shoes, and looked at my sexy red toenails inside my thin black nylons. I took one shoe, placed it on my cunt, and rubbed. Then I moved it to my mouth, smelled it and kissed it, and licked it, and sucked the high heel. I used whatever hand was free for touching myself, and for collecting whatever scattered drops of cum I could find on my sweaty body. I even tasted ashes. I took the pack of cigarettes, and masturbated using the hand holding it. Some more sucking of my heels, licking of my shoes, licking the pack of cigarettes, and more smoking, until I orgasmed.
---
I removed my makeup, took a shower, and slept there.
I got up very early in the morning, as usual. He was still sleeping.
I went to pee, and brushed my teeth (I didn't forget to bring a toothbrush this time). I put on my clothes: jeans, white Converse, a pink sweater.
I put on a little bit of makeup.
Being in the little town (more like a huge village) where I grew up, on a saturday morning, is a somewhat rare occurrence. I dug out my phone, and called M (my best friend). Luckily, he was awake. I asked him to meet me at Y.
Y is a couple of minutes walk down the main road of the small town/huge village. It's a cultural center of sorts, of our community. We all had countless activities there, especially in childhood.
There is a long building, and a basketball court behind it. On the ground floor there is, among other things, a small cafe/bar. The owners are two friends of ours. Two brothers.
I arrived there, and waited for M.
The younger brother was working today.
"Hey Ella, what's up. How are you?"
"Hi, S, I'm fine, waiting for M, he will be here in a few minutes."
We talked a bit. He's younger than me, I knew him since he was born, and I used to play with him when he was a little kid.
M arrived. We took two coffees and sat outside, in the backyard facing the basketball court.
I told him what I was doing there. I told him not to tell others. People here gossip, and things may come out, in some way or another. But not because of him. I trust M with my life.
I said to him I don't even like the guy, except for his looks, and certainly I would never consider being in a relationship.
"Don't worry, I won't say a word."
I told him there are things I want to tell him one day. And not to worry, it's nothing bad.
Although outside sex I don't like physical contact, we hugged each other, and I kissed his cheek.
---
I went back to the guy's house. He was awake.
He asked me if I wanted to do something quick, probably thinking about my morning blowjob I'd given him a few days ago.
"No" I said. I needed nothing. "Just take me home when you're ready."
Every time after meeting with M, I feel relaxed and at peace. And my sexual craving has been satisfied for the time being.
---
I wanted to skip most of my usual positions.
I lied on my back. I had told him beforehand where and how I wanted him to cum.
Dark lipgloss smears were everywhere. On my fingers, my face, even on my hand. And on the cigarette butts inside the ashtray that had accumulated until now.
Still, I kept applying more of it, even though my face was already a mess.
Inspired by some of the comments I received, I told him what to do.
With me lying on my back, he slid it inside very slow, at the exact same time that I was dangling a new slim, and lighting it with the almost-finished previous one.
I told him not to worry for me, and to fuck me as hard as he was capable of.
He fucked me so hard that I had tears in my eyes, and I even made a couple of little noises. Yes, even during sex I tend to be silent.
Up to this point, I hadn't removed anything I was wearing. But now, while he was screwing me, with me basically flying around the bed while doing something remotely resembling power-smoking, he complained that the pearls were bothering him. By this I mean the little black thong with the line of pearls on the front.
He removed it, but I kept on my black "skirt" which, being of course pulled higher up, was now exposing not 30% of my ass, but more like 90% of it.
I also removed my gold leo top, mostly because I didn't want to ruin it with cigarette ashes. Plus, I begun at this point playing with my tits and my nipples, using my left hand, when my right one was busy holding my cigarette, mostly pressed to my lips. Occasionally I left the cigarette between my lips, and used my right hand to touch the inner part of my thighs.
I remained in black nylon stockings, my extreme 19 cm heels, and my black "skirt".
---
The room was filled with smoke. It smelled so sexy.
I had to light another cigarette but couldn't do it like this.
I told him to stop. I used the opportunity to put on some more lipgloss.
I took the pack, and pulled out a new slim.
Again, I told him to slide it back inside my beautiful wet cunt, at exactly the same moment that I was lighting my sexy thin cigarette. He did so, but this time I used my lighter to light it.
Once inside, he continued fucking me, and I continued power-smoking my squeezed and humid and stained cigarettes.
When he was about to cum, he did as I had told him to: he pulled it out, and towering above me, he sprayed my body with cum, while I was lying on my back, sucking on my cigarette. It was perfect.
---
I told him to please leave me alone for a while.
He left the room, and I continued.
Still lying on my back, I started to masturbate. I had as many cigarettes as I needed. I lighted another one, and smoked it with my right hand mostly. I removed my shoes, and looked at my sexy red toenails inside my thin black nylons. I took one shoe, placed it on my cunt, and rubbed. Then I moved it to my mouth, smelled it and kissed it, and licked it, and sucked the high heel. I used whatever hand was free for touching myself, and for collecting whatever scattered drops of cum I could find on my sweaty body. I even tasted ashes. I took the pack of cigarettes, and masturbated using the hand holding it. Some more sucking of my heels, licking of my shoes, licking the pack of cigarettes, and more smoking, until I orgasmed.
---
I removed my makeup, took a shower, and slept there.
I got up very early in the morning, as usual. He was still sleeping.
I went to pee, and brushed my teeth (I didn't forget to bring a toothbrush this time). I put on my clothes: jeans, white Converse, a pink sweater.
I put on a little bit of makeup.
Being in the little town (more like a huge village) where I grew up, on a saturday morning, is a somewhat rare occurrence. I dug out my phone, and called M (my best friend). Luckily, he was awake. I asked him to meet me at Y.
Y is a couple of minutes walk down the main road of the small town/huge village. It's a cultural center of sorts, of our community. We all had countless activities there, especially in childhood.
There is a long building, and a basketball court behind it. On the ground floor there is, among other things, a small cafe/bar. The owners are two friends of ours. Two brothers.
I arrived there, and waited for M.
The younger brother was working today.
"Hey Ella, what's up. How are you?"
"Hi, S, I'm fine, waiting for M, he will be here in a few minutes."
We talked a bit. He's younger than me, I knew him since he was born, and I used to play with him when he was a little kid.
M arrived. We took two coffees and sat outside, in the backyard facing the basketball court.
I told him what I was doing there. I told him not to tell others. People here gossip, and things may come out, in some way or another. But not because of him. I trust M with my life.
I said to him I don't even like the guy, except for his looks, and certainly I would never consider being in a relationship.
"Don't worry, I won't say a word."
I told him there are things I want to tell him one day. And not to worry, it's nothing bad.
Although outside sex I don't like physical contact, we hugged each other, and I kissed his cheek.
---
I went back to the guy's house. He was awake.
He asked me if I wanted to do something quick, probably thinking about my morning blowjob I'd given him a few days ago.
"No" I said. I needed nothing. "Just take me home when you're ready."
Every time after meeting with M, I feel relaxed and at peace. And my sexual craving has been satisfied for the time being.
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Sexy and intriguingly aloof. Saw this and thought it might resonate. https://www.literotica.com/s/stephanies-smokey-saturday-night
A snippet of my last Saturday.
[...]
After finishing my early morning things, I went to my hometown. On the second bus I almost fell down onto a lady sitting, while I was standing and trying to change seats.
My hometown is on a hilly plateau above the city where I live. The second bus must go up very steep, and sometimes narrow roads.
I left early as I had something in mind. Something to do with my recently renewed fascination with french inhales.
The main bus stop in my hometown is in the center of our little town, near my elementary school. Less than one minute walk from there, there is A's house.
I wasn't completely sure we'd have sex. But as I am not very sociable, sometimes I badly need to talk to someone who is not my best friend M, my sister, my dad, or my mom. In the "worst" case, we'd enjoy a coffee and a chat.
We ended up having a little bit of sex.
I will only give a short description of it, as I wrote in detail about many of my smoking sex experiences in my other stories. I don't want to be repetitive. Plus, the experience was very short. Just as I had intended.
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In brief, inside his room, I removed all of my clothes, which is something I don't do often.
We lied on the bed. I lit one of my Vogue slims, and while smoking it, I begun stroking his dick, using my hand, fingers with red nails. I kept the ashtray next to me, as well as my cigarettes and my lighter.
I soon changed my position, and did the same using my foot. He likes my feet, so much so that he took it in his hand, and helped himself, enjoying the view of my pretty little foot with dark red toenails, rubbing it on his cock, while I enjoyed my long Vogue, which had a beautiful pink stain on its thin white filter.
Something I really love about A, is that he seems to be always oozing huge amounts of precum, while being with me. And I love the consistency and the taste of both his cum and his precum. The poor guy was obvuosly enjoying himself.
I won't stop repeating it, I truly love cum. I never tire of its sight, smell, and taste. But I don't want to be labeled a cumslut or some similar overused cliche expressions.
I jumped at the opportunity and while letting him use my little foot to stroke his dink, pulled out a new Vogue, placed it between my shiny pink lips, and lit it with the previous, dwindling one.
I immediately took a drag or two, inhaled the smoke, checked if the stain was heavy enough, and feeling satisfied, while exhaling said:
"Take it" and gave it to him.
He took it in his hand, holding my cigarette somewhere near the center. It was long. A thin line of smoke was elegantly drifting upwards.
I told him what to do with it. He obliged, and moved the filter side, which already had a lipstick stain, to his leaking hole. As usual, he was oozing a lot of it. It was coming out in pulses, this gooey delicacy. It still turns me on as I type this.
Spinning it gently, he coated the filter of my pretty cigarette with his precum, and gave it back to me.
I took a look at it, touching my clit with my other hand. The pink stain was covered with his sticky transparent substance now.
I took a drag. Delicious. I smiled happily, climbed onto him, and sticked it inside me.
Facing him, I begun riding. My cigarette was in my right hand, but at times I left it dangle between my lips - it was dangling downwards, except when I was taking drags off it without using my hands, in which case the angle would change. While between my lips, my slim cigarette would not always be in the center. Sometimes it would dangle from the side of my shiny pink lips.
I'd take a final pump or two with my index and middle fingers pressed to my lips, and the pretty cigarette between them - I am sure the sight would appeal to many, the sight of those two little fingers with beautiful red nails, and a long all-white slim, thin ember glowing once or twice in the not-too-bright room, at each harmful drag, before being removed by the present writer.
And a sexy long exhale. An audible one. The way exhales from a bored little queen sound. And a long line of smoke polluting the spotless clean room.
It is sexually very fulfilling, subjectively speaking, to have a hard cock buried deep inside me while I do one of the sexiest things I'm capable of: sucking on a feminine cigarette with my lips covered with thick layers of shiny lipstick, without the use of my hands. I can suck on it hard, as long as I want to, as many drags as I wish without removing it, and exhale through my nose.
---
I am very much into french inhales recently. I loved them in my teens too.
In the last few days I did them a few times, and they turned me on. I had to try doing them during sex.
This is precisely what I did. Looking him in the eyes, and simultaneously pressing my body weight down as hard as possible, to feel his cock deeper inside, I took a long drag, parted my shiny bright pink lips a little, and inhaled the smoke with my nose. I felt the familiar itchy or tingling feeling inside my nose. Part of the reason it feels so sexy subjectively is that it feels so unnatural and unhealthy.
I exhaled.
It was even better than I had anticipated. I was so elated, that in my excitement I pressed my body weight down even more, which is never an easy task, my body being so light, and immediately resumed the circular motion of my hips (if seen from the side), faster now, and also shaking my little ass left and right.
I was giggling and laughing happily. Jumping up and down, after another drag or two, I placed the palms of both my hands onto his lower abdomen. My Vogue slim, still very long, was in my right hand. The filter was almost touching his skin. The cigarette was perpendicular to the surface of his abdomen. Seen from this angle, between my red nails, it looked really long.
I also blew smoke onto his body a couple of times. And, by leaning forward, onto his face.
This is a truly powerful thought, and act, when done with a non-smoker. It feels sickish, which, as often happens with me, means hot.
One time, holding the cigarette in my hand, I opened my mouth really big, and licked his neck and face just like a little kitten. There was no smoke coming from my mouth at that point though, or maybe just a little bit. Nonetheless, I am quite sure he could smell my breath.
In a sense, it's a pity I smoke. I think if I was somebody else, and a non-smoker, I would love to try kissing my own cigarette-tasting mouth.
---
I'm no fan of tattoos at all, but I don't mind the one he has. He has a tattoo on his lower abdomen, a bit to the side. His body is really hot, so I think it looks good on him, or maybe I'm just getting used to it.
At a certain point, holding my long lit cigarette the way I would hold it if I had to tap the ashes, ember pointing slightly downwards, I slowly moved it towads his belly, and pretended I was going to burn him.
All the while smiling teasingly. I wouldn't have done it, but the joke did turn me on, and startle him enough to make him open his eyes wide. I let out a little laugh, and moved my hand to my lips again, and took two or three drags in a row, with my lips still smiling (!), while continuing my hip movements.
My fingertips were a little shiny with pink lipstick now.
I pulled out a fresh slim cigarette again, even though there was still something left to smoke of the previous one.
This one I think I lit it with my lighter.
---
The whole thing was very short.
Soon I heard him moan, which he seldom does, and I knew he was about to cum. At which point I increased my speed again.
At the same moment that I felt him filling me, and warming me on the inside, I purposedly took I don't know how many drags off my slim and kept exhaling both from my mouth and my nose. I head a peak-like little event while attempting an open-mouth inhale. I coughed a little.
It was so exciting to smoke a beautiful thin cigarette while at the same getting hot cum pumped inside my little cunt, that I just bent down, and kissed him on his lips, which is something I don't often do.
Still sitting on him, I held his head with both my hands, cigarette in my right hand, and kept kissing his mouth, and also took a couple of drags, and kissed a non-smoker with smoke inside my mouth.
He didn't inhale, of course, and didn't cough. But he also didn't recoil.
---
I climbed down, ate a bit of cum using my fingers, and wiped the rest.
[...]
[...]
After finishing my early morning things, I went to my hometown. On the second bus I almost fell down onto a lady sitting, while I was standing and trying to change seats.
My hometown is on a hilly plateau above the city where I live. The second bus must go up very steep, and sometimes narrow roads.
I left early as I had something in mind. Something to do with my recently renewed fascination with french inhales.
The main bus stop in my hometown is in the center of our little town, near my elementary school. Less than one minute walk from there, there is A's house.
I wasn't completely sure we'd have sex. But as I am not very sociable, sometimes I badly need to talk to someone who is not my best friend M, my sister, my dad, or my mom. In the "worst" case, we'd enjoy a coffee and a chat.
We ended up having a little bit of sex.
I will only give a short description of it, as I wrote in detail about many of my smoking sex experiences in my other stories. I don't want to be repetitive. Plus, the experience was very short. Just as I had intended.
---
In brief, inside his room, I removed all of my clothes, which is something I don't do often.
We lied on the bed. I lit one of my Vogue slims, and while smoking it, I begun stroking his dick, using my hand, fingers with red nails. I kept the ashtray next to me, as well as my cigarettes and my lighter.
I soon changed my position, and did the same using my foot. He likes my feet, so much so that he took it in his hand, and helped himself, enjoying the view of my pretty little foot with dark red toenails, rubbing it on his cock, while I enjoyed my long Vogue, which had a beautiful pink stain on its thin white filter.
Something I really love about A, is that he seems to be always oozing huge amounts of precum, while being with me. And I love the consistency and the taste of both his cum and his precum. The poor guy was obvuosly enjoying himself.
I won't stop repeating it, I truly love cum. I never tire of its sight, smell, and taste. But I don't want to be labeled a cumslut or some similar overused cliche expressions.
I jumped at the opportunity and while letting him use my little foot to stroke his dink, pulled out a new Vogue, placed it between my shiny pink lips, and lit it with the previous, dwindling one.
I immediately took a drag or two, inhaled the smoke, checked if the stain was heavy enough, and feeling satisfied, while exhaling said:
"Take it" and gave it to him.
He took it in his hand, holding my cigarette somewhere near the center. It was long. A thin line of smoke was elegantly drifting upwards.
I told him what to do with it. He obliged, and moved the filter side, which already had a lipstick stain, to his leaking hole. As usual, he was oozing a lot of it. It was coming out in pulses, this gooey delicacy. It still turns me on as I type this.
Spinning it gently, he coated the filter of my pretty cigarette with his precum, and gave it back to me.
I took a look at it, touching my clit with my other hand. The pink stain was covered with his sticky transparent substance now.
I took a drag. Delicious. I smiled happily, climbed onto him, and sticked it inside me.
Facing him, I begun riding. My cigarette was in my right hand, but at times I left it dangle between my lips - it was dangling downwards, except when I was taking drags off it without using my hands, in which case the angle would change. While between my lips, my slim cigarette would not always be in the center. Sometimes it would dangle from the side of my shiny pink lips.
I'd take a final pump or two with my index and middle fingers pressed to my lips, and the pretty cigarette between them - I am sure the sight would appeal to many, the sight of those two little fingers with beautiful red nails, and a long all-white slim, thin ember glowing once or twice in the not-too-bright room, at each harmful drag, before being removed by the present writer.
And a sexy long exhale. An audible one. The way exhales from a bored little queen sound. And a long line of smoke polluting the spotless clean room.
It is sexually very fulfilling, subjectively speaking, to have a hard cock buried deep inside me while I do one of the sexiest things I'm capable of: sucking on a feminine cigarette with my lips covered with thick layers of shiny lipstick, without the use of my hands. I can suck on it hard, as long as I want to, as many drags as I wish without removing it, and exhale through my nose.
---
I am very much into french inhales recently. I loved them in my teens too.
In the last few days I did them a few times, and they turned me on. I had to try doing them during sex.
This is precisely what I did. Looking him in the eyes, and simultaneously pressing my body weight down as hard as possible, to feel his cock deeper inside, I took a long drag, parted my shiny bright pink lips a little, and inhaled the smoke with my nose. I felt the familiar itchy or tingling feeling inside my nose. Part of the reason it feels so sexy subjectively is that it feels so unnatural and unhealthy.
I exhaled.
It was even better than I had anticipated. I was so elated, that in my excitement I pressed my body weight down even more, which is never an easy task, my body being so light, and immediately resumed the circular motion of my hips (if seen from the side), faster now, and also shaking my little ass left and right.
I was giggling and laughing happily. Jumping up and down, after another drag or two, I placed the palms of both my hands onto his lower abdomen. My Vogue slim, still very long, was in my right hand. The filter was almost touching his skin. The cigarette was perpendicular to the surface of his abdomen. Seen from this angle, between my red nails, it looked really long.
I also blew smoke onto his body a couple of times. And, by leaning forward, onto his face.
This is a truly powerful thought, and act, when done with a non-smoker. It feels sickish, which, as often happens with me, means hot.
One time, holding the cigarette in my hand, I opened my mouth really big, and licked his neck and face just like a little kitten. There was no smoke coming from my mouth at that point though, or maybe just a little bit. Nonetheless, I am quite sure he could smell my breath.
In a sense, it's a pity I smoke. I think if I was somebody else, and a non-smoker, I would love to try kissing my own cigarette-tasting mouth.
---
I'm no fan of tattoos at all, but I don't mind the one he has. He has a tattoo on his lower abdomen, a bit to the side. His body is really hot, so I think it looks good on him, or maybe I'm just getting used to it.
At a certain point, holding my long lit cigarette the way I would hold it if I had to tap the ashes, ember pointing slightly downwards, I slowly moved it towads his belly, and pretended I was going to burn him.
All the while smiling teasingly. I wouldn't have done it, but the joke did turn me on, and startle him enough to make him open his eyes wide. I let out a little laugh, and moved my hand to my lips again, and took two or three drags in a row, with my lips still smiling (!), while continuing my hip movements.
My fingertips were a little shiny with pink lipstick now.
I pulled out a fresh slim cigarette again, even though there was still something left to smoke of the previous one.
This one I think I lit it with my lighter.
---
The whole thing was very short.
Soon I heard him moan, which he seldom does, and I knew he was about to cum. At which point I increased my speed again.
At the same moment that I felt him filling me, and warming me on the inside, I purposedly took I don't know how many drags off my slim and kept exhaling both from my mouth and my nose. I head a peak-like little event while attempting an open-mouth inhale. I coughed a little.
It was so exciting to smoke a beautiful thin cigarette while at the same getting hot cum pumped inside my little cunt, that I just bent down, and kissed him on his lips, which is something I don't often do.
Still sitting on him, I held his head with both my hands, cigarette in my right hand, and kept kissing his mouth, and also took a couple of drags, and kissed a non-smoker with smoke inside my mouth.
He didn't inhale, of course, and didn't cough. But he also didn't recoil.
---
I climbed down, ate a bit of cum using my fingers, and wiped the rest.
[...]
You should be proud of her.
I am -- she is a slut for cock, coffee and cigarettes. Espresso, smokes and tenth good part
Next time I'll be kneeling in front of him without a cigarette. He will hold it. And he will tease me, and I'll keep moving my hungry little mouth towards his hand holding my beloved lipstick-stained cigarette, wishing to suck on it, but he won't give it to me. But he will eventually reward me for being a good girl, by feeding me a meagre drag, for every minute of deep-throating.
That scenario would be even better with multiple men offering you a drag and making you choose the best one
For anyone interested in reading a brief description of me masturbating on my balcony, while smoking and wearing a pair of extremely high heels.
This took place yesterday evening.
Please forgive my English, it's not my native language.
Since I am only active on Reddit, I'll give a short description of my look, so you can picture better this little scene.
I am 165 cm tall, skinny (zero fat), my hair is dark blond (natural), long and straight. My legs are long and thin, and my ass tiny. My cleanly shaved pussy is small and tight. My face is pretty, sweet, and innocent-looking. My eyes are green with veins of gold. I have lots of glittering piercings on my ears, including the top (helix and forward helix), the middle, inside, the tragus etc. I have fake nails with nail polish of a very dark hue of brown (almost black), and dark brown toenails. I hate tattoos!
---
I went to smoke a cigarette downstairs, and it made me terribly horny. I rushed back inside my apartment and put on a long dress with a wide skirt. The top part is white, the bottom part is blue with a flower pattern.
I put on one of my seven new pairs of ultra-high heel shoes I have bought in the last few weeks. This pair is completely covered in gold glitter, and it has a very thin 18 cm heel. They're extremely high. They are among the sexiest things I ever saw. The top part only has a few very thin gold glitter straps around my ankles, and a gold glitter ribbon in front. My dark brown toenails looked stunning in them.
Wearing them, I took my Marlboro Red 100s and my lighter and half-ran to the balcony. So turned on I was that while walking, my heels being extremely loud and echoing inside the little apartment, I was already fingering myself before I even reached the balcony.
Once there, I switched on the light. I pulled a Marlboro Red 100 out of its pack with my mouth. Yes, with my mouth! Patience zero. I kept the whole filter inside my mouth. I lit my cigarette and sucked hard.
I was standing, I didn't even have the patience to open a folding chair.
I did little steps a couple of times, only because I wanted to hear the sound of my heels, as well as see them glint, by doing those little movements and changing my position in relation to the light that makes them glitter and sparkle and shine with gold. I kept watching my shoes all the time. They're absolutely fabulous, and the way my foot looks from above, so arched, with those glamorous dark brown toenails beneath that gold glitter ribbon, is beyond words, even in my own experience.
I took a long drag, inhaled, and exhaled. All the while fucking myself with my left hand. I took a second, really long drag, again with most of the cork filter inside my mouth. I inhaled, and exhaled into the night. A long line of smoke.
I took a third, even longer drag, did an open-mouth inhale, exhaled like a slut, and felt it coming. I heard the loud sound of my extreme heels.
Then I left the cigarette in my mouth.
My cigarette dangling from my lips, still really long, having only taken three drags, leaning against the wall, not to fall down, my left hand under my skirt, I released a huge amount of pussy juices, leaking down my thighs and onto the floor.
I put my unfinished cigarette out in the ashtray, rushed back inside the living room, almost fell down, and ran to my room, while my pussy kept dripping.
I went into my room and sat on my bed. My dress is wet, and the floor in my room is wet too.
This took place yesterday evening.
Please forgive my English, it's not my native language.
Since I am only active on Reddit, I'll give a short description of my look, so you can picture better this little scene.
I am 165 cm tall, skinny (zero fat), my hair is dark blond (natural), long and straight. My legs are long and thin, and my ass tiny. My cleanly shaved pussy is small and tight. My face is pretty, sweet, and innocent-looking. My eyes are green with veins of gold. I have lots of glittering piercings on my ears, including the top (helix and forward helix), the middle, inside, the tragus etc. I have fake nails with nail polish of a very dark hue of brown (almost black), and dark brown toenails. I hate tattoos!
---
I went to smoke a cigarette downstairs, and it made me terribly horny. I rushed back inside my apartment and put on a long dress with a wide skirt. The top part is white, the bottom part is blue with a flower pattern.
I put on one of my seven new pairs of ultra-high heel shoes I have bought in the last few weeks. This pair is completely covered in gold glitter, and it has a very thin 18 cm heel. They're extremely high. They are among the sexiest things I ever saw. The top part only has a few very thin gold glitter straps around my ankles, and a gold glitter ribbon in front. My dark brown toenails looked stunning in them.
Wearing them, I took my Marlboro Red 100s and my lighter and half-ran to the balcony. So turned on I was that while walking, my heels being extremely loud and echoing inside the little apartment, I was already fingering myself before I even reached the balcony.
Once there, I switched on the light. I pulled a Marlboro Red 100 out of its pack with my mouth. Yes, with my mouth! Patience zero. I kept the whole filter inside my mouth. I lit my cigarette and sucked hard.
I was standing, I didn't even have the patience to open a folding chair.
I did little steps a couple of times, only because I wanted to hear the sound of my heels, as well as see them glint, by doing those little movements and changing my position in relation to the light that makes them glitter and sparkle and shine with gold. I kept watching my shoes all the time. They're absolutely fabulous, and the way my foot looks from above, so arched, with those glamorous dark brown toenails beneath that gold glitter ribbon, is beyond words, even in my own experience.
I took a long drag, inhaled, and exhaled. All the while fucking myself with my left hand. I took a second, really long drag, again with most of the cork filter inside my mouth. I inhaled, and exhaled into the night. A long line of smoke.
I took a third, even longer drag, did an open-mouth inhale, exhaled like a slut, and felt it coming. I heard the loud sound of my extreme heels.
Then I left the cigarette in my mouth.
My cigarette dangling from my lips, still really long, having only taken three drags, leaning against the wall, not to fall down, my left hand under my skirt, I released a huge amount of pussy juices, leaking down my thighs and onto the floor.
I put my unfinished cigarette out in the ashtray, rushed back inside the living room, almost fell down, and ran to my room, while my pussy kept dripping.
I went into my room and sat on my bed. My dress is wet, and the floor in my room is wet too.
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Would love to kiss you as you smoked and masturbated! 
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Holy hell! That is HOT AS FUCK!!!!!! Fuck! I need visuals!
This took place 3/4 weeks ago.
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Shopping and sex (by EllaB__17)
Although my attitude may vary from time to time, I can safely say that in general, outside of sex, I am not fond of physical contact.
When my mom is sad, I try my best to give her a hug. It takes some effort. Same with my sister. With my dad is different. I kiss his head every time I see him, and I often hold his hand, and when he's particularly agitated, I try giving him a hug. Not easy, as he's lying on the bed most of the time.
As a friend of mine remarked, and myself wrote, my attitude during sex is somewhat whore-like: barely any physical contact beyond what is necessary for intercourse, no hugging, and only seldom kissing.
To use A as an example, although the same happened with other guys too: as soon as A releases his load, and I finish playing with myself, I'm essentially done. Unless I spend the night at his place, which seldom happens. In that case, I may use the opportunity and get another load the following morning.
I also like getting two loads in a row, but it takes time, and after a while my jaw feels sore. My hand too.
I only liked kissing guys I loved, and I liked very much being cuddled by them while they were whispering sweet words to me.
I can be very sweet with the right person.
I also like kissing smoking girls. But while I kissed my ex boyfriends in a tender, gentle, and loving way, the way I kiss smoking girls is lustful and animalistic for the most part. But I did also give some girls sweet little kisses occasionally, sometimes with smoke in our mouths.
---
Last night, after my grandma went into her room, I decided to put on my black Domina 108 shoes and see how long I could walk in them.
As I said a couple times already, they have no platform and the heel is between 15 and 16 cm high. When wearing them, my foot is so vertical that all I can see are my toes with fuchsia toenails, and the black patent straps.
It's not easy to walk in them. They put a lot of strain on my calves and feet.
Walking in such extreme heels makes me feel like a stupid doll. And this feels so sexy!
I kept walking inside the apartment for about five minutes, after which I walked to the balcony and lit a Marlboro Red 100, and smoked it standing.
---
The only aspect poor A sees of me, is that of a cock-sucking whore. He likes me, and I finally agreed and let him take me out.
Although walking in these shoes is going to take a lot of practice, and in a few days I will also receive the hot pink pair, I decided I'd try to go out in them today, and wear them in public. But as I knew I would have only managed it for a little while, I prepared a second pair of shoes. A pair of black summer shoes with a 6 cm platform and an extremely thin 16/17 cm metal heel.
I have already described them in one of my stories, when I wore them during a brief encounter with A.
---
I got back from the supermarket, and got ready.
I saw A parking the car just below my window and waved at him. I said goodbye to my grandma, who was busy making meatballs, one of her specialities.
Loose dark blond/light brown hair, a tight white mini dress, a plastic leopard bracelet, holding my shiny gold bag in one hand, as well as a plastic bag with the shoebox containg my emergency pair of high heels, and the railing in the other, I slowly and unsteadily walked down the outside stairs, trying to be as careful as possible, by more or less continuously looking at what little I could see of my feet and shoes.
I could already feel strain on my calves.
As a further proof of my moodiness and confusion, and as a contradiction to what I had just written above, the first thing I did after sitting on the passenger seat, was leaning forward and giving A two or three soft kisses on his lips.
"Woops, sorry" I said, and used my fingertip to wipe clean a tiny light brown lipstick smear that appeared on his lips.
I was wearing what I refer to as my doll-style makeup: light brown/tan foundation, lipstick of the same exact color, cat-eyes done with a heavy hand of black eyeliner plus light brown eye shadow, a thin line of whitish/silver glitter just below my eyes, done with an eye pencil, and fake eyelashes. Black, thick, long, and slightly curving upwards. In between my heavy eye makeup, my green eyes with gold veins in them, which sometimes in the summer look brighter. My eyes look both penetrating and a bit sleepy at the same time.
[The dialogues are an approximation.]
Although it was already getting hot, and the car AC was on, I opened the window, and took my pack of Marlboro Red 100s out of my gold bag. I immediately pulled one cigarette out, and while holding it between my fingertips, without lighting it, looked A in the eyes and, smiling sweetly: "So, how are you?"
And immediately put my long cigarette between my lips, lit it with my black Bic, and sucked on the cork filter.
I removed it from my mouth, inhaled deeply, and keeping the cigarette in my right hand next to my doll-face, exhaled through a tight O-shape of my tan colored lips.
"I'm good, I'm happy to see you" Or something like that.
Arching my index and middle fingers towards my light brown/tan lips, taking a long drag, and inhaling the smoke:
"You like them?" I splayed the fingers of my left hand, wearing a little ring. I exhaled the smoke.
He took my hand and gently placed it onto his palm. He used the fingertips of his other hand to touch my dark red and gold glitter fingernails.
"I love them, when did you get them?"
"Last week" I said, in between my exhales.
Even though the window was open, there was already a lot of smoke inside the car.
"Do you really like them?"
"Yes, I do."
"Thanks" I said. "Come here."
We both leaned forward, and I gave him another kiss, using a bit of tongue this time. I kept my mouth open a little, and avoided too much contact - I didn't want to completely ruin my makeup.
"Do you like my shoes? But I don't think I'll be able to walk in them."
I lifted my leg and moved my foot in A's direction, sole and heel pointing towards him.
He said they were really beautiful and sexy, and he used his fingertips to touch the arched sole of my foot, and the heel, while I kept sucking on my cigarette, and exhaling a lot of thick smoke inside his clean car.
His touching of the sole of my foot made me tickly, and I laughed a bit.
We chatted some more, until I finished my cigarette and threw the lightly-stained butt outside the car window. It only had a light stain, as the lipstick I normally (not always) use for doing my doll-style face is not of the shiny kind. It's opaque.
[...]
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Shopping and sex (by EllaB__17)
Although my attitude may vary from time to time, I can safely say that in general, outside of sex, I am not fond of physical contact.
When my mom is sad, I try my best to give her a hug. It takes some effort. Same with my sister. With my dad is different. I kiss his head every time I see him, and I often hold his hand, and when he's particularly agitated, I try giving him a hug. Not easy, as he's lying on the bed most of the time.
As a friend of mine remarked, and myself wrote, my attitude during sex is somewhat whore-like: barely any physical contact beyond what is necessary for intercourse, no hugging, and only seldom kissing.
To use A as an example, although the same happened with other guys too: as soon as A releases his load, and I finish playing with myself, I'm essentially done. Unless I spend the night at his place, which seldom happens. In that case, I may use the opportunity and get another load the following morning.
I also like getting two loads in a row, but it takes time, and after a while my jaw feels sore. My hand too.
I only liked kissing guys I loved, and I liked very much being cuddled by them while they were whispering sweet words to me.
I can be very sweet with the right person.
I also like kissing smoking girls. But while I kissed my ex boyfriends in a tender, gentle, and loving way, the way I kiss smoking girls is lustful and animalistic for the most part. But I did also give some girls sweet little kisses occasionally, sometimes with smoke in our mouths.
---
Last night, after my grandma went into her room, I decided to put on my black Domina 108 shoes and see how long I could walk in them.
As I said a couple times already, they have no platform and the heel is between 15 and 16 cm high. When wearing them, my foot is so vertical that all I can see are my toes with fuchsia toenails, and the black patent straps.
It's not easy to walk in them. They put a lot of strain on my calves and feet.
Walking in such extreme heels makes me feel like a stupid doll. And this feels so sexy!
I kept walking inside the apartment for about five minutes, after which I walked to the balcony and lit a Marlboro Red 100, and smoked it standing.
---
The only aspect poor A sees of me, is that of a cock-sucking whore. He likes me, and I finally agreed and let him take me out.
Although walking in these shoes is going to take a lot of practice, and in a few days I will also receive the hot pink pair, I decided I'd try to go out in them today, and wear them in public. But as I knew I would have only managed it for a little while, I prepared a second pair of shoes. A pair of black summer shoes with a 6 cm platform and an extremely thin 16/17 cm metal heel.
I have already described them in one of my stories, when I wore them during a brief encounter with A.
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I got back from the supermarket, and got ready.
I saw A parking the car just below my window and waved at him. I said goodbye to my grandma, who was busy making meatballs, one of her specialities.
Loose dark blond/light brown hair, a tight white mini dress, a plastic leopard bracelet, holding my shiny gold bag in one hand, as well as a plastic bag with the shoebox containg my emergency pair of high heels, and the railing in the other, I slowly and unsteadily walked down the outside stairs, trying to be as careful as possible, by more or less continuously looking at what little I could see of my feet and shoes.
I could already feel strain on my calves.
As a further proof of my moodiness and confusion, and as a contradiction to what I had just written above, the first thing I did after sitting on the passenger seat, was leaning forward and giving A two or three soft kisses on his lips.
"Woops, sorry" I said, and used my fingertip to wipe clean a tiny light brown lipstick smear that appeared on his lips.
I was wearing what I refer to as my doll-style makeup: light brown/tan foundation, lipstick of the same exact color, cat-eyes done with a heavy hand of black eyeliner plus light brown eye shadow, a thin line of whitish/silver glitter just below my eyes, done with an eye pencil, and fake eyelashes. Black, thick, long, and slightly curving upwards. In between my heavy eye makeup, my green eyes with gold veins in them, which sometimes in the summer look brighter. My eyes look both penetrating and a bit sleepy at the same time.
[The dialogues are an approximation.]
Although it was already getting hot, and the car AC was on, I opened the window, and took my pack of Marlboro Red 100s out of my gold bag. I immediately pulled one cigarette out, and while holding it between my fingertips, without lighting it, looked A in the eyes and, smiling sweetly: "So, how are you?"
And immediately put my long cigarette between my lips, lit it with my black Bic, and sucked on the cork filter.
I removed it from my mouth, inhaled deeply, and keeping the cigarette in my right hand next to my doll-face, exhaled through a tight O-shape of my tan colored lips.
"I'm good, I'm happy to see you" Or something like that.
Arching my index and middle fingers towards my light brown/tan lips, taking a long drag, and inhaling the smoke:
"You like them?" I splayed the fingers of my left hand, wearing a little ring. I exhaled the smoke.
He took my hand and gently placed it onto his palm. He used the fingertips of his other hand to touch my dark red and gold glitter fingernails.
"I love them, when did you get them?"
"Last week" I said, in between my exhales.
Even though the window was open, there was already a lot of smoke inside the car.
"Do you really like them?"
"Yes, I do."
"Thanks" I said. "Come here."
We both leaned forward, and I gave him another kiss, using a bit of tongue this time. I kept my mouth open a little, and avoided too much contact - I didn't want to completely ruin my makeup.
"Do you like my shoes? But I don't think I'll be able to walk in them."
I lifted my leg and moved my foot in A's direction, sole and heel pointing towards him.
He said they were really beautiful and sexy, and he used his fingertips to touch the arched sole of my foot, and the heel, while I kept sucking on my cigarette, and exhaling a lot of thick smoke inside his clean car.
His touching of the sole of my foot made me tickly, and I laughed a bit.
We chatted some more, until I finished my cigarette and threw the lightly-stained butt outside the car window. It only had a light stain, as the lipstick I normally (not always) use for doing my doll-style face is not of the shiny kind. It's opaque.
[...]
[...]
We drove to the city center, to the place I had chosen to get my piercing.
I had decided to postpone my daith piercing for a few days or weeks. It's a delicate matter.
But since getting my forward helix pierced is no big deal, in terms of pain, healing time, as well as the problem of infections (it's never a good idea to get piercings in the hottest months as the risk of infections is higher), I decided to just go ahead and get it done today.
We reached the city center.
Sitting inside the car:
"I don't know if I should try walking in these, or change them now. What do you think?"
"Try going out and stand and see how you feel. Do you need help?"
"No, it's ok." I did so, and walked out of the car.
"How is it?"
I was a little shaky: "I'm fine. I think. How far is X street?"
"It's just over there" pointing the direction. "A minute or two."
As he got out of the car and locked it, I dug my Marlboro Red 100s out of my shiny gold bag, and slid another long cigarette out.
I put it between my lips. He came to where I was standing, and took my arm. I lit my cigarette, took a couple of drags, removed it, inhaled and exhaled.
Holding my left arm: "Can you go?"
"Yes, don't worry. I'll be fine."
He walked me slowly towards the place where I'd get my new piercing, while I held my cigarette in my right hand.
He was wearing a light blue shirt with short sleeves, beige shorts, and a pair of white Adidas Stan Smith, the same as the ones I have, except for the back logo part which on his shoes is dark blue. He was wearing a bracelet on one hand, and a watch on the other.
I was wearing a white tube mini dress, tight, and beneath it a black pushup bra which made my boobs bulge out, and a black lace thong, which was clearly visible under the thin fabric of my white mini dress.
On my wrist I had a thick plastic bracelet, a bit trashy looking, of leopard color.
My long dark blond/light brown hair was loose. I was wearing contact lenses.
---
He was gentle and patient. I was grateful.
The walk wasn't easy, but we reached the place soon enough. I think my walk looked good, only slow.
I finished smoking my cigarette outside the entrance.
My shoes are new, but I just couldn't resist the temptation: I threw the butt onto the ground and stepped on it with the sole of my fabulous shoes, enjoying the view of my fuchsia toenails, my shiny little toe ring, and those sexy black patent straps, so thin.
Something inside my tiny black lace thong loved this very much.
---
I got my forward helix pierced and a stud inserted inside the new hole. I have seven piercings on my left ear now. They're all filled today. Some with white jewels in them, some have little earrings with lines of gems.
We walked back to the car.
My calves and feet started to hurt. Inside the car, I removed my black Domina 108, took the shoebox from the back seat, and put on my gorgeous 17 cm metal heel shoes. They're black too, and my fuchsia toenails look beautiful in them. As they have a high platform, they're really easy to walk in.
We strolled around the city center.
Although my walk was both steady and fast now, he was still holding my arm all the time.
I felt happy for him. Happy at the knowledge that he had such a beautiful woman with him, a woman whom many passers by would want to have. Needless to say, we kept attracting stares. It's a great feeling, and it helps a lot with my chronically poor self-confidence.
We walked into a store selling lingerie. I hadn't planned on buying anything there. I just wanted to have a look around.
The sound this kind of ultra-thin metal heels make indoors is difficult to describe. They're as thin as a slim cigarette.
A couple of women, probably noticing the sound of high heels, took a peek at my shoes, likely out of curiosity.
One of them at least scanned me from head to toe. Without smiling.
"Do you like this one?" A asked. It was a light pink lace bra + lace thong set. The thong had a tiny ribbon.
"Yes, I do."
"Do you want it?"
I said yes. We got a pair of my size.
Next, he noticed something else: "I can already imagine how this will look on you." Smiling with his eyes.
It was a little gold thong with a black lace edge. He bought it for me.
He also bought me several pairs of black nylon stockins, as well as black stockings with a flower-like pattern. I added a pair of black fishnets too, with a medium-size mesh.
We walked out, and remained standing at the entrance, while I took my pack of cigarettes out of my bag, and lit a Marlboro Red 100.
I sucked on it, hollowing my cheeks.
He's blond and good looking in every sense. He's well above 180 cm, and I was at least 181 cm tall in these metal heels.
I turned to face him, looked him in the eyes, and smiled: "Thank you."
I put my arms around his neck, cigarette in my right hand, and gave him a lipstick and cigarette-tasting little kiss onto his lips.
We walked to the car, and drove to his home.***
[***A note is needed here, for Literotica readers. I didn't write it in the original text on Reddit because many people there have read my stories since the beginning seven months ago, and they already know this, as well as many other details about my life and personality. Him and me are from the same town. I grew up there. It's one of the many satellite vilagges/small towns around the little city where the above took place. I live on the outer edge of that city too now. It's not my hometown in the strictest sense though. But in a wider sense, our hometown is an area that includes a small city and several dozen villages. The one I grew up is the biggest one, and it's something between a big village and a very small town. These places are bound by a shared culture, lifestyle, accent, and dialect. My town is about 10/15 minutes by car from the city center. And the city is small, even by European standards.]
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I normally eat little during the day. But I still wanted to cook something for him.
His house is big, with a garden the look of which is typical of the wealthier parts our hometown, which, as I already said before, has a population of a bit less than ten thousand souls.
His garden has a couple of spruce or fir trees, some well tended bushes, some ornamental stones. The grass is always mowed.
He lives alone.
The part of the town where the house I grew up in, instead, is in the old center of the town. Many European villages and towns, at least in certain parts of Europe, have a nucleus, where the original settlement was. This old center is often a labyrinth of winding little streets, sometimes very narrow, squeezed between old buildings, many of which were built many centuries ago.
It's easier to find your way in an enormous metropolis than in a village/town like this, if you don't know the place.
Inside his house, I took off my shoes, wore a pair of slippers, and immediately started making some lunch, using both the stove and the oven.
I wrote several times I'm a really good cook, but I don't really like cooking anymore. I used to love it.
I started cooking at an early age, and although I used to eat lunch and dinner at my paternal grandparents every day, after my mom and sister left, I would sometimes cook for (and with) my dad, from when I was 11 or 12. Sometimes he would help me, and squeezed together in our tiny kitchen, we would have a lot of fun. Our cat would keep us "company" often enough, hoping to get a bite of something.
While I was cooking, A walked to me a few times, from behind. He put his arms around my belly, and softly kissed my ears. I smiled.
One time I turned my head a bit, and let him kiss my lips.
Once he also grabbed my ass, I giggled, and quickly turned around:
"Stop it!" I tried hitting his hand, but I was so slow that he managed to remove his hand without any trouble.
Another time, he tried, slowly and teasingly, to pull up the skirt part of my white mini dress which I was still wearing, possibly with the intention to slide a finger or two inside my black lace thong, hoping to have a feel of what was hidden inside it.
"Don't even try, I will never be able to finish cooking." And I laughed.
[...]
We drove to the city center, to the place I had chosen to get my piercing.
I had decided to postpone my daith piercing for a few days or weeks. It's a delicate matter.
But since getting my forward helix pierced is no big deal, in terms of pain, healing time, as well as the problem of infections (it's never a good idea to get piercings in the hottest months as the risk of infections is higher), I decided to just go ahead and get it done today.
We reached the city center.
Sitting inside the car:
"I don't know if I should try walking in these, or change them now. What do you think?"
"Try going out and stand and see how you feel. Do you need help?"
"No, it's ok." I did so, and walked out of the car.
"How is it?"
I was a little shaky: "I'm fine. I think. How far is X street?"
"It's just over there" pointing the direction. "A minute or two."
As he got out of the car and locked it, I dug my Marlboro Red 100s out of my shiny gold bag, and slid another long cigarette out.
I put it between my lips. He came to where I was standing, and took my arm. I lit my cigarette, took a couple of drags, removed it, inhaled and exhaled.
Holding my left arm: "Can you go?"
"Yes, don't worry. I'll be fine."
He walked me slowly towards the place where I'd get my new piercing, while I held my cigarette in my right hand.
He was wearing a light blue shirt with short sleeves, beige shorts, and a pair of white Adidas Stan Smith, the same as the ones I have, except for the back logo part which on his shoes is dark blue. He was wearing a bracelet on one hand, and a watch on the other.
I was wearing a white tube mini dress, tight, and beneath it a black pushup bra which made my boobs bulge out, and a black lace thong, which was clearly visible under the thin fabric of my white mini dress.
On my wrist I had a thick plastic bracelet, a bit trashy looking, of leopard color.
My long dark blond/light brown hair was loose. I was wearing contact lenses.
---
He was gentle and patient. I was grateful.
The walk wasn't easy, but we reached the place soon enough. I think my walk looked good, only slow.
I finished smoking my cigarette outside the entrance.
My shoes are new, but I just couldn't resist the temptation: I threw the butt onto the ground and stepped on it with the sole of my fabulous shoes, enjoying the view of my fuchsia toenails, my shiny little toe ring, and those sexy black patent straps, so thin.
Something inside my tiny black lace thong loved this very much.
---
I got my forward helix pierced and a stud inserted inside the new hole. I have seven piercings on my left ear now. They're all filled today. Some with white jewels in them, some have little earrings with lines of gems.
We walked back to the car.
My calves and feet started to hurt. Inside the car, I removed my black Domina 108, took the shoebox from the back seat, and put on my gorgeous 17 cm metal heel shoes. They're black too, and my fuchsia toenails look beautiful in them. As they have a high platform, they're really easy to walk in.
We strolled around the city center.
Although my walk was both steady and fast now, he was still holding my arm all the time.
I felt happy for him. Happy at the knowledge that he had such a beautiful woman with him, a woman whom many passers by would want to have. Needless to say, we kept attracting stares. It's a great feeling, and it helps a lot with my chronically poor self-confidence.
We walked into a store selling lingerie. I hadn't planned on buying anything there. I just wanted to have a look around.
The sound this kind of ultra-thin metal heels make indoors is difficult to describe. They're as thin as a slim cigarette.
A couple of women, probably noticing the sound of high heels, took a peek at my shoes, likely out of curiosity.
One of them at least scanned me from head to toe. Without smiling.
"Do you like this one?" A asked. It was a light pink lace bra + lace thong set. The thong had a tiny ribbon.
"Yes, I do."
"Do you want it?"
I said yes. We got a pair of my size.
Next, he noticed something else: "I can already imagine how this will look on you." Smiling with his eyes.
It was a little gold thong with a black lace edge. He bought it for me.
He also bought me several pairs of black nylon stockins, as well as black stockings with a flower-like pattern. I added a pair of black fishnets too, with a medium-size mesh.
We walked out, and remained standing at the entrance, while I took my pack of cigarettes out of my bag, and lit a Marlboro Red 100.
I sucked on it, hollowing my cheeks.
He's blond and good looking in every sense. He's well above 180 cm, and I was at least 181 cm tall in these metal heels.
I turned to face him, looked him in the eyes, and smiled: "Thank you."
I put my arms around his neck, cigarette in my right hand, and gave him a lipstick and cigarette-tasting little kiss onto his lips.
We walked to the car, and drove to his home.***
[***A note is needed here, for Literotica readers. I didn't write it in the original text on Reddit because many people there have read my stories since the beginning seven months ago, and they already know this, as well as many other details about my life and personality. Him and me are from the same town. I grew up there. It's one of the many satellite vilagges/small towns around the little city where the above took place. I live on the outer edge of that city too now. It's not my hometown in the strictest sense though. But in a wider sense, our hometown is an area that includes a small city and several dozen villages. The one I grew up is the biggest one, and it's something between a big village and a very small town. These places are bound by a shared culture, lifestyle, accent, and dialect. My town is about 10/15 minutes by car from the city center. And the city is small, even by European standards.]
---
I normally eat little during the day. But I still wanted to cook something for him.
His house is big, with a garden the look of which is typical of the wealthier parts our hometown, which, as I already said before, has a population of a bit less than ten thousand souls.
His garden has a couple of spruce or fir trees, some well tended bushes, some ornamental stones. The grass is always mowed.
He lives alone.
The part of the town where the house I grew up in, instead, is in the old center of the town. Many European villages and towns, at least in certain parts of Europe, have a nucleus, where the original settlement was. This old center is often a labyrinth of winding little streets, sometimes very narrow, squeezed between old buildings, many of which were built many centuries ago.
It's easier to find your way in an enormous metropolis than in a village/town like this, if you don't know the place.
Inside his house, I took off my shoes, wore a pair of slippers, and immediately started making some lunch, using both the stove and the oven.
I wrote several times I'm a really good cook, but I don't really like cooking anymore. I used to love it.
I started cooking at an early age, and although I used to eat lunch and dinner at my paternal grandparents every day, after my mom and sister left, I would sometimes cook for (and with) my dad, from when I was 11 or 12. Sometimes he would help me, and squeezed together in our tiny kitchen, we would have a lot of fun. Our cat would keep us "company" often enough, hoping to get a bite of something.
While I was cooking, A walked to me a few times, from behind. He put his arms around my belly, and softly kissed my ears. I smiled.
One time I turned my head a bit, and let him kiss my lips.
Once he also grabbed my ass, I giggled, and quickly turned around:
"Stop it!" I tried hitting his hand, but I was so slow that he managed to remove his hand without any trouble.
Another time, he tried, slowly and teasingly, to pull up the skirt part of my white mini dress which I was still wearing, possibly with the intention to slide a finger or two inside my black lace thong, hoping to have a feel of what was hidden inside it.
"Don't even try, I will never be able to finish cooking." And I laughed.
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After finishing eating, I went to sit in front of the mirror. There were things I had to do.
My hair, which I had kept loose, I now tied them in a high-ponytail, uncovering my ears.
I looked at my left ear in particular, which is the more crowded one of the two. It was shining. All of it. It looked so beautiful.
I opened the drawer where I keep some of my things, and took out a pair of enormous, ultra-thin silver hoop earrings. I put them on.
They are about 10 cm in diameter.
"What do you think?" I asked, in a slow and quiet voice, dreamy eyes, touching gently my forward helix piercing, the seventh and newest of them all, with my index fingertip with its dark red nail, sprinkled with gold glitter.
Without turning my head, still looking attentively at my beautiful mirror-eyes. So much makeup. Those eyelashes. And those enormous hoop earrings.
"You're fabuolous*, Love."
[*not an exact translation]
Suddenly pulled out of my trance-like state, induced by my own hypnotic image in the mirror, I finally looked up at him, with my huge eyes, happy: "Thanks."
I thought about smoking a cigarette in front of the mirror, but decided not to, as I didn't want to put too much strain onto my poor lungs.
I removed my white dress, and remained in my black pushup bra and black lace thong.
Sitting on the chair, my thong-wearing tiny ass feeling the coolness of the chair on its little buttocks, I proceeded to fix my makeup. My eyes were fine, and my foundation more or less ok. I had to add some touches though.
I touched my fake eyelashes, and once again looked up at him.
"Do you like me like this? Are they too much?" I asked.
He said something like this: "I think whatever you do with your eyes will always look good as your eyes are beautiful and I love the way you makeup."
Next, I had to do my lips again. I needed something more suitable for the situation.
I removed my tan lipstick, and applied thick layers of shiny bright pink lipstick. I rimmed my lips with heavy black lip liner.
This is one of the sluttiest ways to do my lips: dark-rimmed shiny light pink mouth. Perfect for sucking on all-white cigarettes, and ideal for all those girls who have long discovered the true purpose of their little mouths.
Once done: "Can you bring me my shoes, please? The difficult ones, yes."
I put on my fabulous black Domina 108, and he helped me to get up, by holding my hand and my arm. Then he put one arm around my thin waist, and pulled my body close to him. I pressed my little body to his, and we kissed, while he slid his hand inside my black lace thong, and felt my wetness. My eyes rolled back.
Holding my hand, he walked me to the bed.
Wearing only my thong, bra, and extreme high heels, I sat on the edge of the bed. I asked him to bring me my cigarettes, lighter, and an ashtray. He showed up with my Marlboro Red 100s.
"No, no, sorry. The other one, the purple pack. They're inside my bag."
He came back holding my Vogue slims and handed me the pack. Lighter and ashtray were next to me.
We had already discussed what things to do. One of the things he never did is fucking a woman's ass.
And my butt is terribly starving and needy. But we will do it another time.
---
I sat on the edge of the bed and made him kneel in front of me. I crossed my legs.
I took my light purple pack of Vogue and pulled one out, slowly, enjoying every moment of that fabulous sound.
I held the long thin cigarette between my fingertips, dark red nails sparkling with gold.
I moved my leg, and planted my heel into his shoulder. Harder. I wanted to see how much pressure I could apply before he started to moan in pain. This instantly turned me on. The thought of inflicting pain onto others.
I stared at his eyes, while I slowly moved the cigarette to my lips. And moved it away again.
Keeping my cigarette-holding hand next to my face, I moved my foot away from his shoulder and onto his face. I placed the sole of my new shoes onto his mouth, and used my heel to play with his cheeks and face.
I finally lit my long Vogue. After taking a drag or two, I kept it next to my face, in all its lenght and whiteness, smoke drifting upwards.
I made him lick my feet, toes, my fuchsia toenails, and my shoes, while I smoked. I made him suck my heels.
I smoked this cigarette doing open-mouth inhales. I did several multiple open-mouth inhales in a row, keeping all of that smoke inside my lungs, before exhaling all of it at once.
"Look at me." He stopped, and looked at my hypnotic eyes, while I took a long drag, and did an open-mouth inhale with my mouth open huge. I slowly rounded my ultra-shiny bright pink lips into an O, and blew the smoke onto him.
I was wearing a toe ring, the one I most commonly wear, with a little ribbon shape filled with white crystals.
"Do you like the way my new shoes smell?" I asked.
---
I finished smoking my Vogue, and I removed my thong and bra, but left my shoes on.
We proceeded to the next step, which I won't describe in detail, as I've done this many times before.
He fucked me from behind first, and with me lying on my back next.
At a certain point, I sat up, and half-lied with my back leaning against the wall. He placed a couple of pillows behind my back and head.
Kneeling in front of me, one leg at each side of my body, he started fucking my dark-rimmed shiny pink mouth, while I was holding a cigarette in my hand.
It was painful at times, and I was letting out muffled sounds as he was violently raping my little mouth. I had tears in my eyes.
I loved it. And I had to do absolutely nothing but leaning on the pillow, holding my Vogue in my right hand while using the left one to touch my shaved thing.
Finally, he did as I had told him to: still kneeling above me, he pressed his lipstick-smeared throbbing dick hard onto my right tit, and just as he was about to cum, I looked with my big green eyes with fake eyelashes and eyeliner and glitter deeply into his, and slowly meowed in a cute little voice: "Do you like your little prostitute?"
He released his hot cum, thick and white, in pulses onto my nipple.
While I was feeling his warm cum flooding my nipple, I was mechanically power-smoking my Vogue, and simultaneously making a moaning sound of sorts, and kept sucking and sucking and exhaling through my nose continuously. And I kept doing it after he finished.
I have no idea how many drags I took in a row. It was completely automatic.
He was done, and remained there sitting on the bed with me.
---
I slowed down a bit, and holding my poor slim cigarette in one hand, used the other one to touch my warm wet boob. I squeezed my sticky nipple, while pressing that pitiful Vogue to my shiny pink mouth, which must have been a mess, after having had that dark-rimmed shiny pink fuck-hole raped, my fingertips smeared with shiny pink lipstick, and kept sucking and sucking on that squeezed, wet, short, pink-smeared thing that once had been a slim cigarette.
Holding the squeezed filter, completely pink, in my hand, I heard him laughing a little, and came to my senses.
"What?!" I looked up at him. My face and body were covered in sweat. There were cigarette ashes scattered here and there on my skin.
"Do you want to see what you look like?"
I relaxed: "Ok."
He held the mirror for me, as one of my hands was all sticky with cum, and I looked at the mess that was my face: my eye makeup looked bad, but not an utter disaster. My mouth, on the other hand... I had lipstick on my jaw, all around my mouth, and there was one pink line reaching my cheek.
I started laughing, took my pack of Vogue, pulled a long white slim out, and put it between my lips.
"Can you light it for me?"
He did so, and I sucked hollowing my cheeks deeply.
Holding my long cigarette between my fingertips, I attempted to transfer as much cum as possible into my shaved cunt. The rest of it I distributed it more or less evenly on both of my tits.
I begun masturbating using my left hand, while at the same time taking slow, relaxed, and very long drags off my Vogue with my right one.
Although I was extremely turned on, I managed to have some control over the process now. Above all, I was now making sure that every time I moved my fresh slim cigarette to that mess that my lips were, I would do so by arching my fingers the way only a true little whore does. I'd put a lot of the lenght of the filter inside my slutty mouth and suck on it like I would suck on a lollipop or on my index finger.
Turned on further by all of the smoke around me and that sexy smell, I kept smoking that glamorous long white thing, while my fingers with their stunning dark red and gold glitter fingernails were fucking my cum-filled sticky hole. When I was about to finish this cigarette I started to feel it building up inside my whole body, but I managed to hold it enough to pull a fresh cigarette from its flat slut-pack, and put it between my lips. I somehow managed to utter: "Please, light it."
He lit my cigarette, and I sucked and moaned and fucked my little creampie, and touched my cum-smeared tits, and sucked more and more and more, and kept exhaling through my nose, attempted an open-mouth inhale but coughed and climaxed.
I was orgasming, my body trembling, feeling waves of heat, and me touching my cunt, and still sucking on that cigarette, some of the smoke I no longer even inhaled, and it was drifting from my mouth, until it was over.
I lied down, exhausted, breathing heavily. Lying on my back, I took a couple more drags, stubbed the butt into the ashtray, and sat up.
I looked at A with an expression that was probably idiotic, and giggled.
After finishing eating, I went to sit in front of the mirror. There were things I had to do.
My hair, which I had kept loose, I now tied them in a high-ponytail, uncovering my ears.
I looked at my left ear in particular, which is the more crowded one of the two. It was shining. All of it. It looked so beautiful.
I opened the drawer where I keep some of my things, and took out a pair of enormous, ultra-thin silver hoop earrings. I put them on.
They are about 10 cm in diameter.
"What do you think?" I asked, in a slow and quiet voice, dreamy eyes, touching gently my forward helix piercing, the seventh and newest of them all, with my index fingertip with its dark red nail, sprinkled with gold glitter.
Without turning my head, still looking attentively at my beautiful mirror-eyes. So much makeup. Those eyelashes. And those enormous hoop earrings.
"You're fabuolous*, Love."
[*not an exact translation]
Suddenly pulled out of my trance-like state, induced by my own hypnotic image in the mirror, I finally looked up at him, with my huge eyes, happy: "Thanks."
I thought about smoking a cigarette in front of the mirror, but decided not to, as I didn't want to put too much strain onto my poor lungs.
I removed my white dress, and remained in my black pushup bra and black lace thong.
Sitting on the chair, my thong-wearing tiny ass feeling the coolness of the chair on its little buttocks, I proceeded to fix my makeup. My eyes were fine, and my foundation more or less ok. I had to add some touches though.
I touched my fake eyelashes, and once again looked up at him.
"Do you like me like this? Are they too much?" I asked.
He said something like this: "I think whatever you do with your eyes will always look good as your eyes are beautiful and I love the way you makeup."
Next, I had to do my lips again. I needed something more suitable for the situation.
I removed my tan lipstick, and applied thick layers of shiny bright pink lipstick. I rimmed my lips with heavy black lip liner.
This is one of the sluttiest ways to do my lips: dark-rimmed shiny light pink mouth. Perfect for sucking on all-white cigarettes, and ideal for all those girls who have long discovered the true purpose of their little mouths.
Once done: "Can you bring me my shoes, please? The difficult ones, yes."
I put on my fabulous black Domina 108, and he helped me to get up, by holding my hand and my arm. Then he put one arm around my thin waist, and pulled my body close to him. I pressed my little body to his, and we kissed, while he slid his hand inside my black lace thong, and felt my wetness. My eyes rolled back.
Holding my hand, he walked me to the bed.
Wearing only my thong, bra, and extreme high heels, I sat on the edge of the bed. I asked him to bring me my cigarettes, lighter, and an ashtray. He showed up with my Marlboro Red 100s.
"No, no, sorry. The other one, the purple pack. They're inside my bag."
He came back holding my Vogue slims and handed me the pack. Lighter and ashtray were next to me.
We had already discussed what things to do. One of the things he never did is fucking a woman's ass.
And my butt is terribly starving and needy. But we will do it another time.
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I sat on the edge of the bed and made him kneel in front of me. I crossed my legs.
I took my light purple pack of Vogue and pulled one out, slowly, enjoying every moment of that fabulous sound.
I held the long thin cigarette between my fingertips, dark red nails sparkling with gold.
I moved my leg, and planted my heel into his shoulder. Harder. I wanted to see how much pressure I could apply before he started to moan in pain. This instantly turned me on. The thought of inflicting pain onto others.
I stared at his eyes, while I slowly moved the cigarette to my lips. And moved it away again.
Keeping my cigarette-holding hand next to my face, I moved my foot away from his shoulder and onto his face. I placed the sole of my new shoes onto his mouth, and used my heel to play with his cheeks and face.
I finally lit my long Vogue. After taking a drag or two, I kept it next to my face, in all its lenght and whiteness, smoke drifting upwards.
I made him lick my feet, toes, my fuchsia toenails, and my shoes, while I smoked. I made him suck my heels.
I smoked this cigarette doing open-mouth inhales. I did several multiple open-mouth inhales in a row, keeping all of that smoke inside my lungs, before exhaling all of it at once.
"Look at me." He stopped, and looked at my hypnotic eyes, while I took a long drag, and did an open-mouth inhale with my mouth open huge. I slowly rounded my ultra-shiny bright pink lips into an O, and blew the smoke onto him.
I was wearing a toe ring, the one I most commonly wear, with a little ribbon shape filled with white crystals.
"Do you like the way my new shoes smell?" I asked.
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I finished smoking my Vogue, and I removed my thong and bra, but left my shoes on.
We proceeded to the next step, which I won't describe in detail, as I've done this many times before.
He fucked me from behind first, and with me lying on my back next.
At a certain point, I sat up, and half-lied with my back leaning against the wall. He placed a couple of pillows behind my back and head.
Kneeling in front of me, one leg at each side of my body, he started fucking my dark-rimmed shiny pink mouth, while I was holding a cigarette in my hand.
It was painful at times, and I was letting out muffled sounds as he was violently raping my little mouth. I had tears in my eyes.
I loved it. And I had to do absolutely nothing but leaning on the pillow, holding my Vogue in my right hand while using the left one to touch my shaved thing.
Finally, he did as I had told him to: still kneeling above me, he pressed his lipstick-smeared throbbing dick hard onto my right tit, and just as he was about to cum, I looked with my big green eyes with fake eyelashes and eyeliner and glitter deeply into his, and slowly meowed in a cute little voice: "Do you like your little prostitute?"
He released his hot cum, thick and white, in pulses onto my nipple.
While I was feeling his warm cum flooding my nipple, I was mechanically power-smoking my Vogue, and simultaneously making a moaning sound of sorts, and kept sucking and sucking and exhaling through my nose continuously. And I kept doing it after he finished.
I have no idea how many drags I took in a row. It was completely automatic.
He was done, and remained there sitting on the bed with me.
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I slowed down a bit, and holding my poor slim cigarette in one hand, used the other one to touch my warm wet boob. I squeezed my sticky nipple, while pressing that pitiful Vogue to my shiny pink mouth, which must have been a mess, after having had that dark-rimmed shiny pink fuck-hole raped, my fingertips smeared with shiny pink lipstick, and kept sucking and sucking on that squeezed, wet, short, pink-smeared thing that once had been a slim cigarette.
Holding the squeezed filter, completely pink, in my hand, I heard him laughing a little, and came to my senses.
"What?!" I looked up at him. My face and body were covered in sweat. There were cigarette ashes scattered here and there on my skin.
"Do you want to see what you look like?"
I relaxed: "Ok."
He held the mirror for me, as one of my hands was all sticky with cum, and I looked at the mess that was my face: my eye makeup looked bad, but not an utter disaster. My mouth, on the other hand... I had lipstick on my jaw, all around my mouth, and there was one pink line reaching my cheek.
I started laughing, took my pack of Vogue, pulled a long white slim out, and put it between my lips.
"Can you light it for me?"
He did so, and I sucked hollowing my cheeks deeply.
Holding my long cigarette between my fingertips, I attempted to transfer as much cum as possible into my shaved cunt. The rest of it I distributed it more or less evenly on both of my tits.
I begun masturbating using my left hand, while at the same time taking slow, relaxed, and very long drags off my Vogue with my right one.
Although I was extremely turned on, I managed to have some control over the process now. Above all, I was now making sure that every time I moved my fresh slim cigarette to that mess that my lips were, I would do so by arching my fingers the way only a true little whore does. I'd put a lot of the lenght of the filter inside my slutty mouth and suck on it like I would suck on a lollipop or on my index finger.
Turned on further by all of the smoke around me and that sexy smell, I kept smoking that glamorous long white thing, while my fingers with their stunning dark red and gold glitter fingernails were fucking my cum-filled sticky hole. When I was about to finish this cigarette I started to feel it building up inside my whole body, but I managed to hold it enough to pull a fresh cigarette from its flat slut-pack, and put it between my lips. I somehow managed to utter: "Please, light it."
He lit my cigarette, and I sucked and moaned and fucked my little creampie, and touched my cum-smeared tits, and sucked more and more and more, and kept exhaling through my nose, attempted an open-mouth inhale but coughed and climaxed.
I was orgasming, my body trembling, feeling waves of heat, and me touching my cunt, and still sucking on that cigarette, some of the smoke I no longer even inhaled, and it was drifting from my mouth, until it was over.
I lied down, exhausted, breathing heavily. Lying on my back, I took a couple more drags, stubbed the butt into the ashtray, and sat up.
I looked at A with an expression that was probably idiotic, and giggled.
This is the last part of a very long story I wrote. The events took place near a river about four weeks ago.
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[...]
I swam some more and played with the dogs a bit.
But I also had another little plan in mind for the day, something I hadn't done in a while and missed it very much: masturbating while smoking like a fucking whore.
I took out my little mirror and my light pink lipstick and applied a couple of heavy layers of it - I'd have to stain a few all-white slims soon, after all.
I took my pack of Vogue slims, specifically prepared for this purpose, my lighter, and told my mom I'd go for a walk.
It wasn't easy to find the right spot. The river bed with its dry pebbles was far too exposed. There was always the risk of someone walking from the trees and seeing me.
The woods, on the other hand, were too damp. I kept walking, looking for the right spot. My tiny ass was moving left and right, panties pulled a bit inside, to make a thong-like effect.
Eventually I found a sandy patch that was more or less dry.
I removed the top of my pink bikini and hanged it on a low tree branch. Topless, I touched my nipples a bit.
I started removing my panties too, as I had this half-baked plan to stick a lit Vogue inside my horny cunt. But, again, no matter how turned on, I was still scared someone might walk onto me and see a pretty doll sitting on the sand with a cigarette sticking out of her shaved little hole. So I changed my mind, and kept my panties on.
I sat down flashing my tits (to no one).
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I was surrounded by low tree branches and bushes. The sky was getting darker, and I felt the first couple of drops of rain.
I took my pack of cigarettes, and slowly pulled a long all-white slim out. I enjoyed it very much. I took a look at my hand holding it - I had recently gotten my nails done. They're now of a really dark red, with a couple of fingernails on each hand having a bit of gold glitter sprinkled on them, purposedly arranged in a somewhat messy way. They glint during sunshine hours, or under artificial lighting, and match my gold glitter mascara I was wearing on my eyelashes yesterday.
I put the long cigarette between my lips. I left it there for a few seconds - my cleanly shaved pussy was already showing her signs of approval.
She absolutely adores me being like this. And I want to make her proud, and treat her with love, by smoking as many cigarettes as I'm capable of, and by filling my lungs with as much smoke as she wants.
I took my lighter, and slowly lit the thin tip, while sucking and relishing.
I moved my left hand, slid it inside my pink panties, and begun massaging my clit, while at the same time using my right hand to support my sexy long cigarette between my lips while I was taking two or three or four hungry drags in a row, before inhaling all of it. I kept it inside my lungs for a few seconds, and exhaled.
Playing with my happy little thing, I soon proceeded to do open mouth inhales, in such a fashion: drag + open mouth inhale, drag + open mouth inhale, drag + open mouth inhale, drag + open mouth inhale, about four times, before exhaling a lot of smoke.
This feels so sexy, and language just can't describe it.
I soon started inserting my pretty fingers with dark red gold glitter nails, and begun fucking myself. I sucked on my pink-stained Vogue, and blew smoke onto my tits.
I left my cigarette in my mouth at a certain point, and kept sucking and exhaling from my nose.
Very soon it was reaching its filter. I slid a fresh cigarette out, and lit it with the dwindling one.
---
My arousal kept increasing and my whole body was heating up, but instead of increasing my speed, I impatiently took a few last drags off my slutty Vogue, and wastefully stubbed it inside the sand next to me, when there was still more than half of it left to smoke - the spoiled baby no longer wanted to smoke a cigarette. I had to smoke two!
I slid two fresh slim cigarettes from their flat light purple pack, the shape and design of which are only suitable for an aspiring whore, and took some time to place them neatly between my pink lips. I made them touch each other, and made sure their lenght was equivalent.
I took my lighter and lit them both simultaneously. I sucked on them, greedy and starving for my two long cigarettes, and I loved it! How can I be such a slut?!
I took a double or triple pump from two cigarettes and attemped a french inhale with it. It was a bit too much, but it was precisely the fact that it was too much and felt so wrong and so harmful that increased my turn on even further.
It didn't have the time to do an open-mouth inhale from my two cigarettes, when I felt bigger drops hitting my skin.
It had begun raining. I couldn't continue. I knew they'd immediately begin packing up their stuff.
So I just got up, still holding my two cigarettes in my hand, and used my left hand to wipe the sand off my little buttocks, bare due to the thong-like arrangement of my bikini panties. I took a few last drags, threw both butts onto the sand, and stepped on them with my flip flops.
I put on my bikini top, tied it around my neck, and begun walking towards the river bed, pack of cigarettes and lighter in one hand.
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[...]
I swam some more and played with the dogs a bit.
But I also had another little plan in mind for the day, something I hadn't done in a while and missed it very much: masturbating while smoking like a fucking whore.
I took out my little mirror and my light pink lipstick and applied a couple of heavy layers of it - I'd have to stain a few all-white slims soon, after all.
I took my pack of Vogue slims, specifically prepared for this purpose, my lighter, and told my mom I'd go for a walk.
It wasn't easy to find the right spot. The river bed with its dry pebbles was far too exposed. There was always the risk of someone walking from the trees and seeing me.
The woods, on the other hand, were too damp. I kept walking, looking for the right spot. My tiny ass was moving left and right, panties pulled a bit inside, to make a thong-like effect.
Eventually I found a sandy patch that was more or less dry.
I removed the top of my pink bikini and hanged it on a low tree branch. Topless, I touched my nipples a bit.
I started removing my panties too, as I had this half-baked plan to stick a lit Vogue inside my horny cunt. But, again, no matter how turned on, I was still scared someone might walk onto me and see a pretty doll sitting on the sand with a cigarette sticking out of her shaved little hole. So I changed my mind, and kept my panties on.
I sat down flashing my tits (to no one).
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I was surrounded by low tree branches and bushes. The sky was getting darker, and I felt the first couple of drops of rain.
I took my pack of cigarettes, and slowly pulled a long all-white slim out. I enjoyed it very much. I took a look at my hand holding it - I had recently gotten my nails done. They're now of a really dark red, with a couple of fingernails on each hand having a bit of gold glitter sprinkled on them, purposedly arranged in a somewhat messy way. They glint during sunshine hours, or under artificial lighting, and match my gold glitter mascara I was wearing on my eyelashes yesterday.
I put the long cigarette between my lips. I left it there for a few seconds - my cleanly shaved pussy was already showing her signs of approval.
She absolutely adores me being like this. And I want to make her proud, and treat her with love, by smoking as many cigarettes as I'm capable of, and by filling my lungs with as much smoke as she wants.
I took my lighter, and slowly lit the thin tip, while sucking and relishing.
I moved my left hand, slid it inside my pink panties, and begun massaging my clit, while at the same time using my right hand to support my sexy long cigarette between my lips while I was taking two or three or four hungry drags in a row, before inhaling all of it. I kept it inside my lungs for a few seconds, and exhaled.
Playing with my happy little thing, I soon proceeded to do open mouth inhales, in such a fashion: drag + open mouth inhale, drag + open mouth inhale, drag + open mouth inhale, drag + open mouth inhale, about four times, before exhaling a lot of smoke.
This feels so sexy, and language just can't describe it.
I soon started inserting my pretty fingers with dark red gold glitter nails, and begun fucking myself. I sucked on my pink-stained Vogue, and blew smoke onto my tits.
I left my cigarette in my mouth at a certain point, and kept sucking and exhaling from my nose.
Very soon it was reaching its filter. I slid a fresh cigarette out, and lit it with the dwindling one.
---
My arousal kept increasing and my whole body was heating up, but instead of increasing my speed, I impatiently took a few last drags off my slutty Vogue, and wastefully stubbed it inside the sand next to me, when there was still more than half of it left to smoke - the spoiled baby no longer wanted to smoke a cigarette. I had to smoke two!
I slid two fresh slim cigarettes from their flat light purple pack, the shape and design of which are only suitable for an aspiring whore, and took some time to place them neatly between my pink lips. I made them touch each other, and made sure their lenght was equivalent.
I took my lighter and lit them both simultaneously. I sucked on them, greedy and starving for my two long cigarettes, and I loved it! How can I be such a slut?!
I took a double or triple pump from two cigarettes and attemped a french inhale with it. It was a bit too much, but it was precisely the fact that it was too much and felt so wrong and so harmful that increased my turn on even further.
It didn't have the time to do an open-mouth inhale from my two cigarettes, when I felt bigger drops hitting my skin.
It had begun raining. I couldn't continue. I knew they'd immediately begin packing up their stuff.
So I just got up, still holding my two cigarettes in my hand, and used my left hand to wipe the sand off my little buttocks, bare due to the thong-like arrangement of my bikini panties. I took a few last drags, threw both butts onto the sand, and stepped on them with my flip flops.
I put on my bikini top, tied it around my neck, and begun walking towards the river bed, pack of cigarettes and lighter in one hand.
Some more masturbation while smoking. This is part of a much longer story I wrote yesterday.
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[...]
It was about 8 pm. I was still wearing my makeup. I applied a few more layers of tan lipstick onto my lips.
I removed my panties, and put on a little black lace thong.
Being semi-transparent, you can see my pussy, all of it, throught the black lace fabric of the front triangle.
The rear triangle is extremely small - just a little piece of black lace, the size of about one inch. The rest of my tiny thong is just thin black strings, at the sides, as well as where the two triangles connect between my pale little buttocks.
My lips coated with fresh layers of tan lipstick, I sat on the bed, and put on my shoes. I only have one pair of high heel shoes here, those that I wore the day I got here. A cork wedge about 16.5 cm high, with a top part made of white leather. A white leather slingback strap, and an open-toe front, also made of white leather. Through it three of my toenails were visible. My toenails, just like my fingenails, are red. I had applied a layer of transparent nail polish on top of my red toenails, to have a stronger, shinier, wetter-looking mirroring effect. They're beautiful.
Sitting with my cork wedges on, I lifted one of my feet, and kissed my red toenails.
I got up, took my pack of Vogue slims (pink pack), and my lipstick, and walked to the kitchen window in my high heels. I placed them on the window sill. The ashtray was there, as well as several lighters I use for lighting the stove. My sister's stove is of the older kind.
A chair was ready there.
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I walked to the hallway where there's a life-size mirror, and looked at the reflection of my almost completely naked body.
I looked at my long legs and at my high heel shoes. I touched my bare tits, and played with my nipples.
I spun around and took a good look at my small ass and the little lace triangle of my thong.
I pulled my hair up, using both hands, and moved my face left and right.
Under artificial lighting, my ears were glinting. I took a closer look at my left ear, which now has seven piercings. I had substituted the tragus one a few days ago, and inserted in it a little earring with a line of white jewels.
Satisfied at the way the present author looked, I walked back to the kitchen.
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Vogue cigarettes, besides being really pretty, with a beautiful pack design, and suitable for shopping activities or for smoking when sitting outside a cafe in the city center, are also ideal for sex and masturbation, as they have a filter that doesn't get easily wet and squeezed, no matter how hard I suck on them with my lips coated in heavy layers of lipstick or lipgloss.
I slid an elegant slim out of its feminine pink pack and, holding my long all-white cigarette between my index and middle fingers, walked back to the hall. Once again standing in front of the life-size mirror and looking at my whole body, I placed my thin cigarette between my pretty tan-colored lips.
Unlit Vogue dangling from my lips, I enjoyed some more the view of this skinny little fuck-toy with long dark blond hair.
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Back in the kitchen, standing, I slowly took the lighter, and held it in my hand with red fingernails.
Next, I moved it in front of my face, where there was a long all-white cigarette dangling from my mouth, and lit the small tip, while my left hand was inside my tiny black lace thong, on my terribly needy shaved little pussy.
My Bic flickered, and as the flame appeared below the little tip of my beautiful cigarette, I sucked, hollowing my cheeks.
The degree of turn on I feel during this kind of activity is beyond words. It's like in my sexual life, this is what I truly need.
This is what my body and my mind truly desire.
The anticipation was bad enough. The act itself is undescribable. I can climax almost immediately if I want to. Sometimes I have to exercise huge amounts of self-control. I want to prolong it. I have to fight against the yearning of my horny mind, and the immense pleasure of my swallen little cunt. She adores me when I do this. My sweet little thing, she loves me and loves my long white cigarettes, and the smoke, and she loves me ruining my lungs. And she wants me to keep spending money on countless pairs of high heel shoes, on my makeup, on my slutty clothes.
I was putting at least half of the white filter inside my mouth, enveloping it tight with my slippery tan-colored lips, so that I could take really long and passionate drags, of the kind that burn a lot of my thin cigarette's lenght in one single drag, making the ember glow bright, and the smoke drift up from the little tip in a compact beautiful thread.
Left hand inside my ultra-scanty black lace thong, sucking on my glamorous cigarette for seconds without removing it, I let out little moans. I seldom moan, and my moans have zero resemblance to those vulgar ones in porn videos. Mine are low, silent, gentle, and sweet. My voice is silent and sweet. I am a sweet girl, they say.
Standing on my ridiculously high cork wedge slut-shoes, both sexy and cute, wearing nothing but my black lace thong, and my makeup, my sexy skinny body was moving in a slow and barely perceptiple snake-like motion.
I watched my lipstick-stained cigarette, my red nails, my red toenails with their shiny mirror-like effect, peeping out of the white leather of my new shoes, kept smoking my cigarette, slowly, and exhaling into the night.
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It wasn't easy to restrain myself. I felt it building up constantly, with little peaks whenever I sucked on my elegant all-white Vogue, and felt my slippery lips around its thin filter, smearing it.
When the time came to pull a fresh cigarette out of its flat pack, I had to be particularly careful - doing that, and the thought of an unlit all-white cigarette, and the thought of handling the pretty thing, dangling it, and eventually lighting its sexy little tip, would be enough to send me to heaven. To say nothing of the sound of sliding a cigarette out.
That's a delicate step. I had to slow down.
I sat on the chair. I knew I couldn't do it standing. Sitting with my legs spread, 16/17 cm cork wedge-wearing feet with their stunning red toenails planted firmly on the floor, wearing nothing but my little black lace thong with its one inch triangle at the back, my tits out, holding what little was left of my slim cigarette in my left hand, between my fingertips with red nails, I used my right hand to apply a few more layers of my tan lipstick, without using a mirror.
When done, I put on the cap, and left my lipstick on a shelf.
Next, I moved my short cigarette to my mouth, and left it dangle between my freshly coated lips.
I took my pack of Vogue, and slid a new cigarette out of it. It was long and white. I moved it down, holding it between my fingertips, and used the side of its spotless white filter to gently caress my wet little thing. It looked so pretty.
The dwindling one was still in my mouth.
Smoke from my dangling cigarette was entering my nose. I removed it, put my fresh slim to my lips, the one that had just visited my most secret place, and used the almost-finished one to light my new Vogue.
I sucked hungrily, but slowly. I inhaled the smoke, and exhaled.
At this point I was holding two cigarettes, one in each hand.
I took a couple more pumps off the first one, and stubbed it while exhaling. My fingertips on both hands were smeared with lipstick. Together with my red fingernails, and you may add a diamond ring (I wasn't wearing mine), this is what the hands of a true smoking goddess are supposed to look like.
Sitting comfortably, feeling safe and extremely turned on, I increased my speed. I no longer tried to contain the waves of heat and bliss and utter sexual fulfillment building inside me. Sucking on my pretty cigarette with my right hand, arching my slender fingers each time, and sucking on at least half of the lenght of my long all-white's filter, I used my left hand to play with my clit and my glistening little hole.
I climaxed. I kept taking starved multiple pumps off my thin cigarette during the whole lenght of my orgasm, inhaling and exhaling regularly, mostly through my nose, eyes rolled up, enjoying my bliss, barely ever removing my cigarette from my tan-coated lips.
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[...]
It was about 8 pm. I was still wearing my makeup. I applied a few more layers of tan lipstick onto my lips.
I removed my panties, and put on a little black lace thong.
Being semi-transparent, you can see my pussy, all of it, throught the black lace fabric of the front triangle.
The rear triangle is extremely small - just a little piece of black lace, the size of about one inch. The rest of my tiny thong is just thin black strings, at the sides, as well as where the two triangles connect between my pale little buttocks.
My lips coated with fresh layers of tan lipstick, I sat on the bed, and put on my shoes. I only have one pair of high heel shoes here, those that I wore the day I got here. A cork wedge about 16.5 cm high, with a top part made of white leather. A white leather slingback strap, and an open-toe front, also made of white leather. Through it three of my toenails were visible. My toenails, just like my fingenails, are red. I had applied a layer of transparent nail polish on top of my red toenails, to have a stronger, shinier, wetter-looking mirroring effect. They're beautiful.
Sitting with my cork wedges on, I lifted one of my feet, and kissed my red toenails.
I got up, took my pack of Vogue slims (pink pack), and my lipstick, and walked to the kitchen window in my high heels. I placed them on the window sill. The ashtray was there, as well as several lighters I use for lighting the stove. My sister's stove is of the older kind.
A chair was ready there.
---
I walked to the hallway where there's a life-size mirror, and looked at the reflection of my almost completely naked body.
I looked at my long legs and at my high heel shoes. I touched my bare tits, and played with my nipples.
I spun around and took a good look at my small ass and the little lace triangle of my thong.
I pulled my hair up, using both hands, and moved my face left and right.
Under artificial lighting, my ears were glinting. I took a closer look at my left ear, which now has seven piercings. I had substituted the tragus one a few days ago, and inserted in it a little earring with a line of white jewels.
Satisfied at the way the present author looked, I walked back to the kitchen.
---
Vogue cigarettes, besides being really pretty, with a beautiful pack design, and suitable for shopping activities or for smoking when sitting outside a cafe in the city center, are also ideal for sex and masturbation, as they have a filter that doesn't get easily wet and squeezed, no matter how hard I suck on them with my lips coated in heavy layers of lipstick or lipgloss.
I slid an elegant slim out of its feminine pink pack and, holding my long all-white cigarette between my index and middle fingers, walked back to the hall. Once again standing in front of the life-size mirror and looking at my whole body, I placed my thin cigarette between my pretty tan-colored lips.
Unlit Vogue dangling from my lips, I enjoyed some more the view of this skinny little fuck-toy with long dark blond hair.
---
Back in the kitchen, standing, I slowly took the lighter, and held it in my hand with red fingernails.
Next, I moved it in front of my face, where there was a long all-white cigarette dangling from my mouth, and lit the small tip, while my left hand was inside my tiny black lace thong, on my terribly needy shaved little pussy.
My Bic flickered, and as the flame appeared below the little tip of my beautiful cigarette, I sucked, hollowing my cheeks.
The degree of turn on I feel during this kind of activity is beyond words. It's like in my sexual life, this is what I truly need.
This is what my body and my mind truly desire.
The anticipation was bad enough. The act itself is undescribable. I can climax almost immediately if I want to. Sometimes I have to exercise huge amounts of self-control. I want to prolong it. I have to fight against the yearning of my horny mind, and the immense pleasure of my swallen little cunt. She adores me when I do this. My sweet little thing, she loves me and loves my long white cigarettes, and the smoke, and she loves me ruining my lungs. And she wants me to keep spending money on countless pairs of high heel shoes, on my makeup, on my slutty clothes.
I was putting at least half of the white filter inside my mouth, enveloping it tight with my slippery tan-colored lips, so that I could take really long and passionate drags, of the kind that burn a lot of my thin cigarette's lenght in one single drag, making the ember glow bright, and the smoke drift up from the little tip in a compact beautiful thread.
Left hand inside my ultra-scanty black lace thong, sucking on my glamorous cigarette for seconds without removing it, I let out little moans. I seldom moan, and my moans have zero resemblance to those vulgar ones in porn videos. Mine are low, silent, gentle, and sweet. My voice is silent and sweet. I am a sweet girl, they say.
Standing on my ridiculously high cork wedge slut-shoes, both sexy and cute, wearing nothing but my black lace thong, and my makeup, my sexy skinny body was moving in a slow and barely perceptiple snake-like motion.
I watched my lipstick-stained cigarette, my red nails, my red toenails with their shiny mirror-like effect, peeping out of the white leather of my new shoes, kept smoking my cigarette, slowly, and exhaling into the night.
---
It wasn't easy to restrain myself. I felt it building up constantly, with little peaks whenever I sucked on my elegant all-white Vogue, and felt my slippery lips around its thin filter, smearing it.
When the time came to pull a fresh cigarette out of its flat pack, I had to be particularly careful - doing that, and the thought of an unlit all-white cigarette, and the thought of handling the pretty thing, dangling it, and eventually lighting its sexy little tip, would be enough to send me to heaven. To say nothing of the sound of sliding a cigarette out.
That's a delicate step. I had to slow down.
I sat on the chair. I knew I couldn't do it standing. Sitting with my legs spread, 16/17 cm cork wedge-wearing feet with their stunning red toenails planted firmly on the floor, wearing nothing but my little black lace thong with its one inch triangle at the back, my tits out, holding what little was left of my slim cigarette in my left hand, between my fingertips with red nails, I used my right hand to apply a few more layers of my tan lipstick, without using a mirror.
When done, I put on the cap, and left my lipstick on a shelf.
Next, I moved my short cigarette to my mouth, and left it dangle between my freshly coated lips.
I took my pack of Vogue, and slid a new cigarette out of it. It was long and white. I moved it down, holding it between my fingertips, and used the side of its spotless white filter to gently caress my wet little thing. It looked so pretty.
The dwindling one was still in my mouth.
Smoke from my dangling cigarette was entering my nose. I removed it, put my fresh slim to my lips, the one that had just visited my most secret place, and used the almost-finished one to light my new Vogue.
I sucked hungrily, but slowly. I inhaled the smoke, and exhaled.
At this point I was holding two cigarettes, one in each hand.
I took a couple more pumps off the first one, and stubbed it while exhaling. My fingertips on both hands were smeared with lipstick. Together with my red fingernails, and you may add a diamond ring (I wasn't wearing mine), this is what the hands of a true smoking goddess are supposed to look like.
Sitting comfortably, feeling safe and extremely turned on, I increased my speed. I no longer tried to contain the waves of heat and bliss and utter sexual fulfillment building inside me. Sucking on my pretty cigarette with my right hand, arching my slender fingers each time, and sucking on at least half of the lenght of my long all-white's filter, I used my left hand to play with my clit and my glistening little hole.
I climaxed. I kept taking starved multiple pumps off my thin cigarette during the whole lenght of my orgasm, inhaling and exhaling regularly, mostly through my nose, eyes rolled up, enjoying my bliss, barely ever removing my cigarette from my tan-coated lips.
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I’ve always wanted to lick a woman’s pussy after she had smoked with it! 
It was still unlit when I used its filter side to play with my thing. I lit it immediately after, while it had my taste on it.I’ve always wanted to lick a woman’s pussy after she had smoked with it!
