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

[Rayyj97]

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.

Mmm I will take the next hit on that cigarette…

 

[EllaB_17]

Mmm I will take the next hit on that cigarette…

I'm glad there are still SF people out there, even though we are a dying breed.

 

[Rayyj97]

I'm glad there are still SF people out there, even though we are a dying breed.

That’s for sure… I love reading each and every one of your posts, pure sexual desire

 

[EllaB_17]

That’s for sure… I love reading each and every one of your posts, pure sexual desire

Thanks.

 

[NancyPan]

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.

Wow, EllaB! Very, very, very hot!I gave up smoking years ago, but I’d love to have a pack of your pussy-dipped filter cigarettes just to sniff and suck on. Or, be available to provide oral assistance as you get off.

 

[EllaB_17]

For all SF folks, and all those who are interested in reading an account of me releasing a huge amount of slut-juices, while standing on ultra-glamorous sky-high stilettos, and sucking on a long cigarette.
The below few sentences were written about one month ago, and posted on Reddit.

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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.

 

[Kolejdayz]

My wife smokes. It turns me on.

 

[EllaB_17]

My wife smokes. It turns me on.

You already told me that, but apparently you forgot.

 

[Kolejdayz]

You already told me that, but apparently you forgot.

But it still turns me on

 

[vibes]

For all SF folks, and all those who are interested in reading an account of me releasing a huge amount of slut-juices, while standing on ultra-glamorous sky-high stilettos, and sucking on a long cigarette.
The below few sentences were written about one month ago, and posted on Reddit.

This is really good ... from someone who hates smoke like me

 

[EllaB_17]

I copy here a story I wrote a few days ago on my Reddit.
Please do not read this is you are repulsed by smoking and/or smoking women.

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A recent little fuck-scene (by EllaB__17)

It's been a while since I last posted a description of a smoking sex experience. I've written so many of them with my previous account, as well as at least a couple with the new one, that I just don't want to be too repetitive.

But I will provide a snippet of a sex experience that took place last week at A's house. There are some interesting aspects to it, inlcuding my swallowing of two loads within a relatively short time.

I had written some notes soon after the encounter, and put them together into a "coherent" story today.

I'll try to go straight to the point, and describe a few little scenes.

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Inside A's house, I removed the lipstick I had been wearing, and quickly did my lips anew, using my shiny dark blue lipstick this time.

I opened one of his drawers, the one containing some of my things, took out a pair of thin hoop earrings, of silver color, with a ten centimeter diamater, and put them on. It's one of my favourite pairs for sex use, that's why I usually keep them at his house.

I tied my hair in a high ponytail, and added a few hairpins.

I was wearing my contact lenses.

Other than the few minutes it took me to do this, we didn't waste any time. I can't be away from my grandma for too long, for one. In addition, the poor guy was starved for me. He had been longing terribly for his friend/emotional support/free prostitute.

So was I.

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Inside his bedroom, A was lying on his back, and I was sitting on top of him, with his cock already buried deep inside me.

I was wearing a pair of very thin black nylon stockings, and one of my favourite pairs of shoes. I've described them several times in the past: black patent with thin ankle straps, ultra-high 19 cm heels and 9 cm platforms.

The rest of my body was naked.

I had considered putting my butt plug on, but at the end didn't.

The ashtray was on the bed. Inside it there were a couple of Vogue butts. They had pink stains. I had smoked them before changing my lipstick. I didn't want to throw them away, as I knew that the sight of all-white lipstick-stained cigarette butts would have increased my arousal.

Not far from it, there was my little thong. Made of a silky material, it was of gold color, very shiny, with a thin black lace edge. A had bought it for me in a lingerie store a while back, and asked me to wear it. Knowing how eager A had been to see the tiny golden thing on the tight little ass of his skinny little slut, I had deliberately removed my clothes slowly and teasingly, showing him a glimpse of the back triangle first, and more of it next, up until I completely took off my clothes and flashed it in its entirety, including the small front triangle, with its thin black lace edge, covering my swallen little thing.

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Unfortunaly, as much as I'd like to have someone who would tease me with cigarettes, I can't teach him how to do that.

Being a non-SF guy, he wouldn't feel it. Without feeling it, it would be impossible to do it properly.

So, all I did, was giving him the honour of holding my lit cigarette, long and thin and so white, stained with dark blue, and "feed" it to me during sex.

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Sitting on him, I asked him to give me my first sex-cigarette of the day.

He took my pack of Vogue (purple pack), but his movements were too fast and careless.

"Slow" I said, "Do it slower. Put some heart into it."

"Like this?" He asked, slowly flipping the cover open.

"Yes. Like that. Take a cigarette out. Slowly. Pull it out slowly. I like that sound."

He did so, and as I watched him slowly sliding a thin, long, all-white Vogue from its pack, and hearing the sound, I felt shivers on my spine, and pressed my body weight down. I touched my clit, and moaned a little.

"Yes" I said. "You're doing it perfectly. You're so good!"

I leaned forward, parted my shiny dark blue lips, and let him place my long cigarette between them.

I left it dangling downwards for a few seconds, sort of "glued" to my lower lip, and stared at him with my hungry madeup green eyes.

His cock inside my small and tight hole, always cleanly-shaven and hygienic, I removed the cigarette, and holding it between my fingertips with beautiful fake nails, next to my pretty face, asked:

"Do you like my eyelashes?"

Besides my eyeliner and some other eye makeup, I was wearing my gold glitter mascara, and my eyelashes were sparkling and glittering with specks of gold in the slightly illuminated room.

He did. But I don't remember what he said.

Next, I moved my cigarette to my little mouth, and put most of the lenght of the filter inside it.

I enveloped the thin white thing with my shiny dark blue lips.

He lit the tiny tip. I sucked hard and long, and while doing so, once again pressed my body weight down.

I loved seeing the little tip lit, smelling that sexy smell, taking my first drag, and simultanously having a hard dick inside me.

I removed my long Vogue from my lips, and immediately did a big open-mouth inhale. I exhaled upwards, gave the cigarette to him, which already had a shiny blue stain on its filter, and started riding.

Time and again, I took my dark blue lipstick and, without using a mirror, kept applying messy layers of it onto my lips, while fucking him at the same time.

As I finished my first cigarette, he removed the short butt from my lips, and stubbed it inside the ashtray.

He immediataly took my pack of Vogue, and slid a fresh slim out for me. I moved forwads and let him place it between my lips.

Stirring like an impatient little brat, shaking my tiny hips and feeling his cock inside my shaven little thing, I waited for him to light it.

As his lighter-bearing hand moved towards my angel-face, I excitedly let out cute little noises like a spoiled little girl, spinning my skinny little shoulders in a demanding manner.

He lit my cigarette. I sucked, and he removed it. I inhaled, and exhaled.

"More." I said. "Give me more. I want my cigarette."

He fed me some more.

"Leave it in my mouth."

He did so, and I sucked and sucked on it, exhaling the smoke throught my nostrils, as I kept riding him.

I left it dangle there for a while, took a series of multiple drags without using my hands, still exhaling through my nose, until I eventually removed it, and smoked it normally by holding it in my hand. I did several more open-mouth inhales, as well as a couple of French inhales.

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[EllaB_17]

[...]

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When I'm turned on to an extreme degree, I just can't help it, and I might become not only a physical slut, but an emotional one too. Which is so much worse.

I know how bad this is. How wrong. And I feel ashamed for feeling this kind of thing. But it still exists, together with other dark things dwelling deep inside me.

Luckily it happens very rarely, and when it does, it only lasts for the lenght of a sexual encounter, at the most (when it happens at all), and I make it clear that it's just part of my little game. A, just like all people who know me well, knows that I am not a bad person. It's just that I am a very horny girl, and a somewhat damaged one.

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Only a few minutes had gone by. I was smoking fast, and we were in the same position all the time.

He lit yet another cigarette for me, and after allowing me a couple of pumps and deep inhales, he held it in his hand.

I bent forwards, my face only inches from his, and half-whispered: "Give me my cigarette. I miss it."

Dreamy eyes, lips slightly parted, yearning for my beautiful long Vogue, I couldn't wait to smoke the sexy thing.

He moved the all-white lipstick-stained slim to my mouth.

I sucked on the pretty thin filter with my dark blue lips, taking a very long drag, while staring with my lustful eyes at his.

The ember glowed, and I could hear a crackling sound.

A thin thread was drifting upwards from the little tip of my Vogue, while he gazed at my big green eyes and those gold-glittering eyelashes.

Without inhaling, I moved my face even closer to his, my mouth a couple of centimeters from his.

Wisps of thick smoke coming out of that smeared mess that my mouth was, having carelessly applied several more layers of dark blue lipstick, I meowed slowly: "Tell me how much you love me." And kissed him slowly, wetly, with smoke drifting out of my whorish shiny mouth. So utterly unfair.

He likes me. A lot. And I know pefectly well how cruel my behaviour was. But at least I am willing to admit it.

"I am crazy for you."

Hearing him saying this, I pressed my body weight down harder, and then bent lower, bringing the upper part of my skinny body, and my tits, in contact with his chest.

I rose again, and rode harder.

Now and again I would touch my nylon-wearing legs, and my black patent ultra-high heels, the height/lenght/thinness of which I could see from behind, together with the red sole on my shoes and platforms.

At that point he was no longer holding my cigarette, I was. My little body jumping up and down, breathing heavily, my sweaty chest heaving, long all-white Vogue between my glamorous fingers, the lit tip pointing upwards, as it is the proper way for a true whore to hold a cigarette, my chest rising as I kept sucking on my lipstick-stained slim, and kept filling with smoke my damaged little slut-lungs.

I remember I was again thinking about burning him with my cigarette. It wasn't the first time. It turned me on enormously, but I don't think I will ever do it. Instead, I blew smoke in his face several times, until, after what must have been one of the hardest multiple drags, and having filled my sexy little lungs with a big amount of smoke, my long exhale made him cough. It was at that time that I felt it coming and begun orgasming. I climbed/rolled down and lied on my back.

Fingers with slutty acrylic nails on my clit, holding my cigarette in my other hand, between my blue-smeared fingertips, pressing them to my lips and sucking on my thin Vogue, he helped himself, and kneeling, he spread my long, black nylon-wearing thighs, sticked it back inside that whorish little thing, and begun emptying his load. I felt him pulsating and warming me on the inside, as he pumped his cum deep into me. He took it out, and a couple of drops fell onto my ultra-thin stockings.

We had both finished. Using my fingers, I took his gooey stuff out of my tight little hole, and ate it while still warm. Needless to say, it tasted absolutely delicious. I love cum so very much!

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Still, I wanted more of it!

He promised he'd be ready again soon enough. While waiting for him to recharge, I took off my black patent high heel shoes, my nylon stockings, and my huge hoop earrings, washed myself a bit, and tried fixing my makeup, but only managed in making my clown-face look even worse. I removed everything, and re-applied my makeup again. Only light makeup this time.

I put my gold thong, bra, t-shirt, shorts, socks and sneakers back on, took my bag, and walked out.

I walked down the main road of our little town, and in less than a couple of minutes reached the coffee shop/bar inside the cultural center of our community, where my friends the brothers work. The younger brother was there and, as it was still relatively early, their dad was there too. I payed for a coffee, took it, and going behind the counter and directly through the kitchen, walked outside through the back door.

I sat at one of the outside tables. Their dad joined me and sat down with me. He took his cigarettes out, and I took mine. I lit a long Marlboro Red 100, and smoked it while chatting with him and drinking my coffee. These are all people I knew my whole life.

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Back at A's house, I took my cigarettes, my lighter, and the ashtray, and placed them onto the kitchen counter. We immediately started kissing. He was leaning on the counter. He grabbed my ass, while I used my hand to check the situation inside his pants. Good.

I unbuckled his belt, and squatted down. I pulled down the zip and put it inside my mouth. I begun sucking, and then:

"Pass me the cigarettes."

I slid a Vogue out, placed it between my now-pink lips, and looked up at him. His hand was already holding my lighter. He lit the little tip, as I sucked caving in my cheeks.

I smoked my cigarette and sucked his cock using several different techniques. I made him tap the ashes for me, until he passed me the ashtray and I put it on the floor next to me.

After five to ten minutes I stopped and told him I wanted to continue inside the bedroom, as I was a bit tired of that position.

We took cigarettes, ashtray, and lighter, and walked into the bedroom.

He sat on the edge of his bed, and I kneeled down.

He lit a second cigarette for me, and I kept sucking him with my smoke-filled little mouth, occasionally blowing smoke onto his shaft, before putting his cock back inside my madeup fuck-hole. Soon he came. I let him pump his hot load inside my always-starving mouth. Having made sure I had sucked every last drop out of him, he took it out, while I finished my cigarette with his warm cum still under my slutty little tongue and around my beautiful white teeth, and then stubbed the pink-stained butt and swallowed.

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He drove me back home. Below my apartment, I gave him a last lipstick-cigarettes-cum tasting little kiss, and walked inside.

 

[Shaglus_Ziegler]

Mmm… smoky kisses.

 

[Frostboy]

Damn that made so hard.

 

[EllaB_17]

Damn that made so hard.

I'm glad there are people who read these stories.

 

[Frostboy]

I'm glad there are people who read these stories.

Hope to read more soon

 

[EllaB_17]

Hope to read more soon

There are pages and pages with long stories in this thread. And the ones posted here are only a tiny part of my writings.