Memoirs of a Smoking Fetishist, Part 3

Memoirs of a Smoking Fetishist
(or, How I Learned to Love Women Who Smoke)

(C) 1997 by TK  (asfs@juno.com)

NOTICE:  This document contains graphic descriptions of what makes one
smoking fetishist tick.  Those who aren't attracted to women who smoke
should stop reading now!  This document also contains descriptions of
sexual situations, and is not intended for younger readers!

This is also a long history of my life, so please sit back, relax, and
enjoy!

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Chapter Three - My Relationship With A Smoker

After over a year of smoking Capri, my girlfriend started smoking
Virginia Slims Menthol Lights again.  She said she liked the taste
better.  I was a little disappointed at first, because I wanted to
continue smoking Capri.  It was always easier for me to smoke them when
she was smoking the same brand.  However, I was grateful she selected VS
as her new brand, and not something less stylish.  A short time later,
one of the smokers down the hall was buying her some cigarettes and
picked up the wrong style.  Instead of Lights, she had brought back a
pack of Virginia Slims Ultra Lights Menthol.  It turned out that my
girlfriend liked the lighter flavor, so the Ultra Lights became her new
brand.  I was pleased that she was still smoking VS, and enjoyed the fact
that she was trying new things.

Our relationship was moving forward as well.  Within 18 months of our
first date, we got engaged.  Besides the smoking, we had many things in
common, and shared the same views on many issues.  I felt lucky to have
found someone so compatible.  I also loved the fact that she didn't think
it was strange that I preferred women's cigarettes.

Our smoking continued, but we still kept it in the closet, perhaps even
more than before.  Some of her friends from the dorm were giving her a
hard time about smoking.  I did most of my smoking in the car, but would
sneak an occasional Capri in my bedroom, blowing the smoke out the window
so my roommates wouldn't know [although one of them once smoked a cigar
in the living room].

I later moved in with a friend from my early college years.  His
girlfriend in those early years was the one who smoked Mores.  His
current girlfriend smoked Marlboro Lights, so I confided to him that my
girlfriend and I smoked every now and then.  With that out of the way, I
felt comfortable smoking in my room, usually when my girlfriend was
there.

Shortly thereafter, Virginia Slims introduced an extension to their brand
line.  I noticed a new VS display at the gas station, touting a "low
smoke" cigarette.  It was on my second visit that I noticed the name: 
Superslims.  Closer inspection of the packs on display told me that these
new cigarettes were a lot like the Capris I enjoyed so much.  I bought a
pack and opened them as soon as I got in the car.  My hopes were
immediately confirmed.  These Superslims were just as slim as my Capris. 
As soon as I got home, I went back to my bedroom and lit one.  The
menthol taste was out of this world!  I had never tasted a cooler
menthol.  Examining the lit end, I found that they did indeed produce
less smoke.  Once I tried to tap the ash off the end, I noticed the only
bad thing about these new Virginia Slims.  The paper used to make them
low-smoke made it difficult to tap the ashes off.  As soon as my
girlfriend came over, I showed them to her.  She was more than willing to
try one.  It was great to see her smoking yet another brand!

Around that same time, Capri introduced their 120s.  I first found out by
coming across an ad in my girlfriend's magazine:  "The Super Slim in a
Super New Length."  I was at the gas station in a matter of hours, and
bought my first pack of Capri Menthol 120s.  It instantly became my new
brand.  Of course, I had to see my girlfriend smoke one of these long,
slender cigarettes.  She performed beautifully, but decided to stick with
her VS Ultra Lights.

At the end of the school year, my roommate finished grad school and moved
out.  At the same time, my girlfriend graduated and was left without an
apartment for the summer, as hers was not available due to maintenance. 
With only a few months before our wedding, everyone thought it would be
easiest if she just moved in with me.  As an added bonus, her roommate
also needed a place to stay for the summer, so I invited her to join us. 
She was an attractive redhead, but alas, a nonsmoker.  We did not smoke
in the apartment, but instead took walks at night to hide our habit.

Late one night, my girlfriend had gone to bed, and our roommate and I
were still up watching TV.  Somehow, the topic of smoking came up. 
Feeling I could trust her, I revealed to her that my girlfriend and I
smoked occasionally.  She was surprised, but quickly added that she had
smoked before, on several occasions.  She told me the story of when her
mother passed away due to illness.  She couldn't handle all the people at
the wake, so she went to a corner market, bought a pack of Marlboro
Lights, then sat outside and smoked the whole pack!  I think she ended up
getting sick that day.  She also told me about having an occasional
cigarette with two of her sorority sisters, who smoked some variety of
Benson & Hedges.

To my surprise, her next question was, "do you need a cigarette now?"  I
replied, "no, I'm fine."  "I don't mind if you smoke-- it's your
apartment."  My pulse quickening, I hesitated, then said, "maybe I will
have one."  With that, I quietly retrieved the mini-Bic lighter, ashtray,
and the Ziploc bag containing our Capri 120s and Virginia Slims Ultra
Lights from the bedroom [we kept them sealed up to stay fresh], being
careful not to wake my girlfriend.  Bringing the articles of my fetish
out into the living room, I set them on the coffee table.  I opened the
bag and pulled out my Capris.  Within moments one was lit and I was
smoking in front of her.  I felt a need to explain my brand, as she had
noticed how slim it was.  I told her how Capri was technically a women's
brand, yet I preferred the longer, slimmer cigarettes.  I pointed out my
girlfriend's brand, still in the Ziploc.  I added that Virginia Slims
also made a superslim cigarette.

When I finished my cigarette, I went outside for some reason.  When I
came back in, I noticed she had picked up the pack of Capris and was
looking at it.  She surprised me again when she asked if she could try
one.  Needless to say, I said, "Sure!"  I watched as she pulled a skinny
120 from the pack, placed it between her lips, and thumbed the lighter. 
I remember several things about that moment:  she noticed a taste cooler
than other cigarettes [the menthol];  she asked about the "120" on the
pack, and I explained the common measurements in millimeters, citing the
VS Ultra Lights as an example of 100s;  and she asked if I minded that
she didn't smoke it all [she left about an inch unsmoked].  I don't
recall, but I hope I was able to conceal any arousal the sighting caused!

The next day, I told my girlfriend about my "coming out" to our roommate.
 I think she was relieved, especially after I told her that she had a
cigarette with me.  Within a few days, my girlfriend and our roommate
smoked the VS Ultra Lights together.  I just wish I could have been there
to watch, but at least I found out about it!

Our wedding day arrived, and we were ready.  I stayed in a hotel for the
two nights preceding the wedding, and my Capris were there with me.  With
family and friends in town (some in the same hotel), I had to be careful
to only smoke when I knew no one would be stopping by or calling.  My
room had a balcony, so I did most of my smoking out there.  Fortunately
the solid wall of the balcony provided some privacy for some
self-stimulation.  I also managed to have a cigarette before I checked
out on our wedding day.  I packed the remaining half-pack in my carry-on,
and there was a fresh pack in my luggage.  I planned to get some smoking
done on our wedding night and on the honeymoon.  

The wedding went off without a hitch, if that's possible when you're
getting hitched!  My wife [much easier to type "wife" instead of
"girlfriend"!] looked absolutely fabulous, and everything went as
planned.  The reception, attended by 200 friends and relatives, was a
success and a good time was had by all.  When the limo came back to take
us to the hotel near the airport, I moved my bags from my car and got
some clothes to change into.  We said our goodbyes, and off we went.  The
driver was nice enough to stop off at his house for a corkscrew, because
there wasn't one in the car for our wine.  Once we got under way, I
grabbed the Capris from my bag.  I lit my wife's, then my own, and we
smoked our first cigarettes as husband and wife.  We're talkin' style:  a
glass of wine and a Capri 120 in the back of a stretch limo.

When we got to the room [a suite], we made ourselves comfortable in the
sitting area, and smoked another Capri.  We had an early flight in the
morning, so I picked up the cigarettes and headed for the bedroom.  We
had the best sex to date, followed by a relaxing 120 afterwards.  When we
woke up, my wife had another cigarette while she was getting ready, as
did I.  The Capris went back into my bag, and we headed for the airport.

During our cruise, we smoked our usual 3-5 cigarettes per day, but only
outdoors or in one of the ship's many bars.  We had requested a
nonsmoking table at dinner [as we usually did], and were seated with
another honeymoon couple.  Our favorite place to smoke was a nice quiet
piano bar tucked away on the top deck.  As usual, it was a thrill just to
see my wife smoking in public.  I have to admit that I should have
brought more than a few packs of cigarettes.  We ran out after a few
days.  The ship's duty-free shop did sell Capri, but only in cartons, and
they didn't have any menthols.  I was hoping to find some in the bars,
but it didn't work out that way.  When we inquired about what brands they
did have, none of them seemed appealing at the time, so we waited till we
got to the next bar.  I remember one bar waitress saying, "you must not
be real smokers" because we were picky about the brand.  We ended up
buying a pack of Benson & Hedges Menthols, and smoked them for the next
few days.  We even got "caught" smoking by our dinner partners, and we
later explained that we were occasional smokers, and didn't like to sit
in the smoking section while we ate.

Luck was on our side [or at least my side] on Grand Cayman, where I was
able to pick up two packs of Capri Menthol 100s in a local supermarket. 
They were about $2.00 per pack, but worth every penny.  We smoked the
Capris for the rest of the week, and even had a couple left over by the
time we got home.

Once we returned home, we had our apartment all to ourselves, free to
smoke whenever we wanted.  Most of our smoking was done in the living
room, and a few times we smoked in the bedroom.  We still never
considered ourselves "regular" smokers, as we kept it in the closet and
only smoked 3-5 cigarettes per day.  These would all be after work, once
we got settled in for the evening.  On weekends, our consumption usually
increased, just because we were home most of the day.  We could finish
off 10 cigarettes each on a good weekend day.

A few months after we were married, we moved to a townhouse down the
street.  We had planned to stay there until we could afford to build a
house.  With our roots a little more firmly planted, we started to fill
out our address on cigarette coupons, so we could get on their mailing
lists.  My wife and I were both on the Capri list, and she was also on
the Virginia Slims Club list.  This afforded us with a steady supply of
coupons and offers, as well as many good photos to enjoy.  We even got
two free packs of More White Lights Menthol, but my wife didn't care for
them.  One year, I received two packages from Capri, each containing two
packs of Capri Menthol 100s and two boxes of matches.  Shortly
thereafter, another package arrived in my wife's name.  Inside, I was
surprised to find an entire carton of Capri Menthol 100s!  My wife was
nice enough to help me smoke them, since we had an abundant supply of
them on hand.

I always tried to get her to smoke Capri whenever I could, because I just
loved the way she looked with one in her hand.  I was usually in charge
of buying cigarettes [I would still go to a gas station across town to
avoid being found out], and I made sure I had a continuous supply of
Capri.  At the same time, I often deliberately let her run out of her VS
Ultra Lights, just so she would have a Capri.  She didn't realize the
effect it had on me when she smoked Capri.  If I had told her about it,
she might have played along more often!

It wasn't long after we moved that I began to introduce my wife to adult
videos.  She was more than happy to give them a look.  In no time at all,
we got into the routine of watching a video every week or two, and she
was beginning to loosen up more and more.  I would sometimes lightly play
with myself while watching (and smoking), and she eventually picked up
the cue that it would be OK for her to do the same.  So there we were,
watching XXX movies while playing with ourselves or each other.  It sure
spiced things up!  Unfortunately, she never did smoke while masturbating.
 I guess she just wanted to concentrate on the task "at hand" [sorry,
couldn't resist].  I found the two went hand in hand [oops] for me!  [I
later bought her the gift of a vibrator, her first of four.]

With evenings like those, it was an easy progression for me to recreate
our first night smoking.  When she was going down on me, I would light up
a Capri and sit back and enjoy myself.  Sometimes I had to struggle to
control my orgasm.  My wife would also occasionally lift her head up for
a drag off the Capri, and I was more than willing to share it.  She would
always turn her head to the side to exhale before she got back to her
specialty.  This provided an excellent view of the smoke leaving her
lips, with a small trail coming from her nostrils.  I was enjoying every
minute of it!

When we finally built our house, we added a whirlpool tub to our master
bath.  It was a corner unit, big enough for two.  We christened it by
sharing a bottle of champagne, and we each brought our cigarettes.  There
was nothing more relaxing than smoking and soaking!

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