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Part 2: "Good, good. You look fantastic! Are you ready for a night on the town?" "Thank you! You bet! I've been looking forward to this all day. Just let me grab a coat." With a little bounce, she headed towards the closet, taking a drag on her cigarette. "What do you think?", she asked, opening the closet and peering inside, smoke pouring from her mouth and nose. "Cotton or leather?" "I've gotta say you look stunning in leather." ***** She slowly drew a Marlboro 100 from the gold and white colored pack, an action she performed about twenty times every day. I picked up the book of matches from the ashtray on the table, and she put the cigarette in between her full lips, leaning towards me. I struck a match, and her hand reached out to guide mine as I lit her cigarette. The flame flickered on her face under the darkened lights, as the end of her cigarette added a red brilliance as she drew burning smoke into her mouth. Her cheeks were hollowed slightly, but deceptively as she was dragging heavily, and her lips completely enclosed the end of the filter between them. She finished her drag and plucked her cigarette from her lips between two fingers, her other hand keeping hold of mine. She inhaled deeply, then blew out the match in my hand with a long exhale that extended just to the side of my face. "Thank you", she said, leaning back again. Her words expelled smoke in light clouds from her mouth and nose, and she exhaled several light streams of smoke from her nose with her normal breathing. It was becoming clear to me that when Ashley was smoking a cigarette, she did it in such a way that she was always exhaling smoke, even between drags. She did it by inhaling deeply and often, savoring the smoke inside of her. The phrase "smokes like a chimney" came to mind, but I rejected it, because it was too vulgar to describe her smoking style. She made it look elegant, as if it was natural for a beautiful woman to be constantly expelling smoke from her mouth and nostrils. If there are those who think that true ladies don't smoke, they hadn't yet seen Ashley with a burning cigarette between her slender fingers, surrounded by a cloud of ethereal smoke. When she ordered from the menu, smoke accompanied her soft voice in thick clouds. She took a long drag as I ordered for myself, and I watched her exhale one long stream of smoke from between her lips, an exhale that seemed to last forever. I got the feeling that she was showing off for me, as a smile formed on her lips and mine simultaneously. She smoked three cigarettes before dinner, and smoked three more after dinner as we sat and talked. Every cigarette smoked was truly a feast for the eyes. ***** We walked along the beach on the Edmonds waterfront, hand in hand. Her hand felt smooth and soft, and was warmly pressed up against mine. She had initiated it, and I knew that I was going to kiss her before the night was out. That kiss came shortly, as we sat on a large boulder facing the water. I was sitting behind her, holding her in my arms as she smoked and we gazed at the stars and talked. She suddenly turned her head to face me. "You know", she said softly, puffing light clouds of smoke, "I'd like to kiss you." She scooted up towards me, bringing her face close. Her breath was warm and smoky, and her cigarette burned brightly as she held it next to her face. "You know", I said, "I'd like to kiss you too." Her mouth tasted sweet, the strong scent of tobacco highlighting the sensation. Again, it wasn't disgusting as I thought it would be. It was instead the finest tasting kiss I'd ever had. Her tongue tasted wonderfully like I imagined a warm ashtray might taste, and the sweet scent of her tobacco laced breath filled my nostrils with every breath. After a minute of kissing, she pulled slightly back, her lips still from mine. She spoke, and the fragrance of sweet tobacco smoke filled the air. "You don't mind kissing a smoker while she's smoking, do you?" she asked sweetly. "Not at all", I replied. She grinned slightly. "I didn't think so", she said, and then her warm, smoky mouth engulfed me once more. ***** Six years passed. Ashley and I quickly fell in love, and one year after our first date, we moved into an apartment together. Like soulmates, we shared a great deal in common; like friends, our differences complemented each other like chocolate and milk. I think she was surprised that the one difference which might appear to be most likely to cause a problem, did not. That difference, of course, was the fact that she was a smoker and I was not. She knew (though I never actually told her) that I found her smoking sexy, but apparently wasn't sure I wanted to live where I would be smelling cigarette smoke all day. Probably to her delight, she found that it was a non-issue. In general, our lifestyles fit well together, and though we had to make some adjustments here and there, it was for the most part an easy assimilation. After we moved in, I finally got to observe her everyday smoking habit in detail. Every morning, lighting a cigarette was one of the first things she did. Usually she'd get out of bed, lighting a cigarette on the way to the bathroom. It became a common sight for me to watch a large cloud of smoke being parted by her head as she exhaled it in front of her while walking to the bathroom. She loved to smoke in the bathroom while putting on her makeup, usually keeping her cigarette between her lips except to ash it. Her inhales were deep, her exhales slow and methodical. It was a spectacle I was disappointed to miss if I slept through it. She often woke me up after her shower by crawling back into bed all naked and clean. She'd make love to me with smoky breath and soapy skin, sometimes while still smoking a cigarette. During the day, she smoked steadily, usually one cigarette every half an hour. She smoked no matter what she was doing, indicating her comfort with a cigarette in her hand. It wasn't uncommon to see her puffing steadily on a cigarette while folding the laundry or writing in her journal. She loved to smoke while driving her car, often content to simply leave her cigarette in her lips, smoke streaming from her mouth and nose. If we were out, and I asked her to dance while she was smoking a cigarette, she would continue smoking while we danced. The only thing that stopped her from smoking was a "No Smoking" sign. At night, she smoked more often; three to four cigarettes an hour for the last couple of hours before bed. She always lit a cigarette just before going to bed, smoking it as we lay there in the darkness, often cuddled up together. Sometimes this was when we made love. She handled a cigarette marvelously during sex; I never had to fear being burned. We kept ashtrays in every room of the apartment, because she smoked in every room. The ashtray by her bedside was often full, and she always had a pack of cigarettes at her side. Though at first she only smoked a pack a day, that amount crept up to two packs a day over a period of just a couple of months. Each cigarette lasted her almost fifteen minutes, so she almost always had a cigarette in her hand. The heavy smell of burning smoke constantly surrounded me, and I grew so used to it that I hardly noticed it anymore. Nothing was warmer and cozier than holding her from behind in my arms as we sat on the couch, a cigarette burning from her lips and billowing clouds of smoke filling the air in front of me. We were on vacation in Hawaii when I proposed to her. She was smoking her last cigarette in bed as usual, curled up in my arms. I had smuggled her ring to bed with me, and now I placed it in her empty hand under the covers, whispering in her ear. Her affirmative answer was ecstatic, and she would smoke three more cigarettes that night as we made love for the next two hours. ***** It was our wedding night, and we had just arrived at the Sheraton in downtown Seattle. Ashley looked stunning, her face all aglow. Her silky blond hair draped around the shoulders of her wedding dress, and her blue eyes were gleaming in the moonlight. Her cheeks were rosy from the champagne, and she was laughing and giggling as we rode up the elevator to our suite. She was so happy, and it made my heart burst with love for my beautiful new wife. We settled into our suite, which was very impressive. A marble facade greeted us as we walked to the picture window, which provided us with a stunning view of the downtown shopping district. The stars greeted us from above. Ashley wrapped her arms around my waist from behind and whispered into my ear, "A beautiful night for a beautiful night". Her soft breath felt good on my face, and I turned to kiss her lightly on the chin. Then, giggling, she let go of me and jumped onto the king-size bed, smiling from cheek to cheek as she bounced on the mattress. She reached for her purse on the other side of the bed, and pulled out her brown leather cigarette case and engraved gold lighter. I turned to watch her in the dim light as she put a Marlboro 100 between her lips and lit it. Holding the flame to the tip of her cigarette, she drew the smoke into her mouth and patted the mattress next to her with her other hand, inviting me to come and sit next to her. With the cigarette still firmly between her full lips, she exhaled a large cloud of smoke as she pulled the lighter away, putting it back into her cigarette case. The exhaled smoke floated slowly through the soft light of the room, and as I approached her I watched the smoke drift sensuously toward the ceiling. She drew on the cigarette between her lips as she reached for the ashtray, putting it on the nightstand next to the bed. As I sat next to her, she turned to face me and gently pulled the cigarette away from her mouth. She opened her mouth for about a second, performing a quick French inhale, and held her cigarette between two fingers next to her head. A thin stream of smoke drifted slowly from the end of the filter, and a much thicker stream drifted from the softly glowing lit end. She was looking at me with those penetrating eyes as she turned her head slightly to the side and began exhaling. Providing me with a perfect profile, she pursed her lips slightly and, with a sly grin, slowly blew a thick cloud of smoke just past my shoulder. A soft sound accompanied her exhale, like a whispering breeze. The smoke poured from between her lips in a thick cloud, and I could smell the fragrance of sweet tobacco mixed with her breath as the smoke was blown softly past my face. As the cloud of smoke grew less dense, she said coyly, "So, sweetie, what would you like to do tonight?" As she spoke, small puffs of smoke escaped from her mouth and nostrils, and as she finished speaking, she exhaled a thin but long stream of smoke from her nose as she brought the cigarette to her mouth for a deep drag. I leaned closer to her with a sly grin on my face and a throbbing member between my legs. She responded in kind, leaning toward me and putting her arms softly over my shoulders, her right hand softly caressing my cheek while holding her long cigarette in an erect posture between two fingers. Her fingers were long and beautiful, and they looked fabulous with the orange filter of a burning cigarette between them. Smoke was still wisping heavily from the filter, floating freely around her fingers and hand, lilting slowly past my face. She exhaled thick smoke slowly from her nostrils as she smiled at me and looked into my eyes. The smoke poured from her nose as she breathed normally, each breath involving a long exhale. With her lips just inches from mine, she said, "Well, I guess I can figure it out." Her soft breath was heavy with the aroma of tobacco smoke, and she drew me close to kiss her. Her mouth was hot and smoky, and the taste of her tongue was saturated with burning tobacco. Our wedding had been a smashing success. The photographer was taking pictures of my groomsmen and I when I first saw her in her dress. She walked out from around a blossoming bush in the church garden, and she was so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes. After the pre-wedding photo shoot was finished, we sat outside on a garden bench while waiting for the guests to arrive. She chain smoked three cigarettes, and the photographer came back to take some candid pictures of us. When she said her vows to me, I could smell the faint fragrance of lingering tobacco, and our kiss was sweet with the mild taste of cigarette smoke. Smoke would be on her breath the rest of the night, as she always seemed to have a cigarette between her fingers at the reception. Normally Ashley was a strict two pack a day smoker, but she was halfway through her third pack by the time we arrived at the hotel. The sight of her in her beautiful white wedding dress with a long, burning cigarette between her fingers was erotic, to say the least. Now, she put her cigarette between her lips and stood up. She slowly began to undress herself for me, while drawing heavily on her cigarette, the end glowing bright red as she inhaled the smoke through the filter and into her mouth. She puffed out a thick cloud of smoke, and inhaled the rest. After a few seconds, smoke poured from her nose as she began taking another large drag, repeating the process. Smoke flowed heavily from her nostrils in a nearly continuous stream, and thick clouds of burning tobacco filled the air around her, swirling with the motion of her body as she undressed. In between drags, smoke floated thickly from between her lips, as the cigarette dangled from the side of her mouth. As she slinked out from her dress, puffing smoke the whole time, she revealed a tight lace teddy she was wearing underneath. She took her cigarette out of her mouth and ashed it as I stood up to approach her. I held her around the waist with my hands and kissed her, while she exhaled thick streams of smoke from her nose and around our lips. The skin on her slender hips felt soft and smooth in my hands, and her body was warm. The sweet scent of tobacco on her breath mixed with the bitter fragrance of the smoke that was streaming from her nostrils, and the combination just about made me explode right then and there. Her lips were soft and juicy; her tongue was warm and smoky. She was breathing heavily, and the smoke kept pouring from her nose in thick, rich streams. Her smoke-filled body was writhing sensuously in my hands. Our kiss became a series of slower kisses, and thick smoke escaped from her lips with every one. She pulled slightly away from me and ashed her cigarette, and then pulled close to me again, her face only inches from mine. She put her freshly ashed cigarette in between her lips once more, and began to unbutton my shirt. I watched her face in intimate detail as she smoked the cigarette between her lips. The pattern was the same, and repeated itself as often as normal breathing. First, she took a long drag, filling her mouth with smoke for over 5 seconds (count it yourself to see how long it is). She inhaled the smoke deeply, then exhaled the smoke from her nose as she began another long drag. Her nostrils were only inches away from my eyes, and the enormous clouds of smoke streaming from them engulfed us in a shadowy fog of burned tobacco. She watched me watch her, her eyes never leaving mine. I began to help her with my buttons, and the burning end of her cigarette was rapidly reaching the lipstick coated filter. Our excitement was palpable. She took a final deep drag and quickly stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray. A thick stream of smoke pouring from her nostrils, she pressed her warm, barely clothed body against my naked one. The crotch of her teddy was unbuttoned, as were the shoulder straps. I plunged into her shoulders, biting them lightly just the way she liked. Moving to her breasts, I gradually shed her skin of her insubstantial clothing. Smoke still streamed from her mouth and nostrils in progressively lighter clouds, in quick but heavy puffs as she breathed hard. I imagined the smoke she held enclosed in her body underneath her swelling breasts, and attacked them with new vigor. Her thighs pressed against me as I moved back to her smoky lips. Our bodies melted into each other. She was slightly wet, and very warm. The smells were amazing; the thick smoke in the air, the clean smell of her perspiring skin, the smoky smell of her thick hair. But the most overpowering scent was on her breath; the sweet and heavy smell of tobacco, resulting from the often repeated inhaling of burning cigarette smoke into her body. My nose was only a couple of inches from her mouth, which was quickly inhaling and exhaling her tobacco laden breath. Her tongue tasted like cigarette smoke, and all I could think of was the thick clouds of smoke she produced as she smoked a cigarette. Her breath was like honey, and the clouds of smoke in the air were like perfume. We kissed, licked, and writhed all over each others bodies for a long time, greatly enjoying each other in the most intimate ways. We were going somewhere together, and we liked to enjoy the sights along the way. As we got closer, we got slower but more passionate. Every move was magnified in terms of pleasure. We were warm together, getting ever closer, slowly but surely. When we got there, it was the warmest place of all. ***** That night, she finished her third pack and started her fourth. We fell asleep as the sun rose. ***** We've been married for nearly two years now. Ashley still smokes two packs of Marlboro 100s every day, but the force of her habit is waning. We want to have children soon, and Ashley wants to quit smoking for the health of our child, not to mention her own. She'll do it, too; her willpower is extraordinary. Although on one hand I will miss the sexual excitement that comes with her smoking, I encourage her to quit whenever she's ready to. I love her greatly and would like to spend as much time with her in my lifetime as possible. However, the blessed event is still some distance in the future away, and Ashley has no intention of quitting in the meantime. She enjoys smoking cigarettes, as she has for the past twelve years. Every day, she lights at least forty cigarettes, taking about fifteen drags off each one. At least six hundred times a day, she inhales an enormous cloud of smoke into her body, only to exhale it slowly and coyly in any variety of ways. All day long, she is surrounded by a beautiful cloud of cigarette smoke, and the aroma of tobacco is always on her breath, hair, and skin. I'm not sure if I've ever kissed her without tasting the tobacco on her breath. All day long, she holds that orange filter between two fingers, smoke usually emanating from the tip of the filter as well as the burning end of the cigarette. She smokes when she wakes up; she smokes when she goes to bed. She always has a cigarette in her hand, and I am always surprised when I see her without one. Every time I kiss her, which is often, I know that I am going to taste and smell the pungent smoke on her tongue and breath. Every time I make love to her, I know that the chances are good that I will be able to watch her atop me, a burning cigarette dangling from her lovely lips, smoke being puffed from her nose and mouth in huge clouds as she breathes heavily with me inside her. She is so used to smoking that sometimes the cigarette just becomes a normal part of her breathing as it dangles from her lips. There are times when she is still exhaling smoke in light clouds minutes after she has stubbed out a cigarette in the ashtray. She chain smokes when we watch movies at home. She'll lean back in my arms with her cigarettes and an ashtray nearby, and over the two hours it usually takes to watch a movie, she'll smoke ten cigarettes or more. When she puts one out, she immediately reaches over to her pack and pulls out another one. These times are some of my favorites. When she inhales the smoke into her body, I feel her chest and stomach expand as the smoke enters her. Sitting with her in my arms, her face is just inches in front of mine, and I can smell her smoky breath with every breath she takes. I can watch her put the brown stained filter between her lips and pull smoke into her mouth. I can watch the smoke stream from her lips and nostrils in enormous clouds with every drag she takes. Often she just puts the cigarettes in her lips, constantly dragging, puffing, and exhaling, removing them only to ash them. When she does this, there's not a breath she takes that is not accompanied by a large stream of smoke. She loves to smoke, and when she quits, I know that she will miss it. Perhaps when her future pregnancy is over, she will feel the urge to begin smoking once again. Perhaps she will want to take up the habit once more. She may lust for the feel of smoke rushing down her throat; she may miss the taste of the smoke on her tongue and on her breath. I won't actively encourage it; I will allow her to make her own decision. Perhaps she will make the decision to smoke after all. Perhaps. ***** |
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