We had been in touch now for what seemed like months, exchanging emails and an occasional phone call. Sharing our deepest fantasies. We shared detailed descriptions of our extreme indulgence and servitude to our sexy 120s. I was confident that tonight would be the beginning of a relationship I had been seeking for a long time. I had found someone who loved all the same things that I did. She admitted that she wasn’t as experienced as I am in the pleasurable torture that we both craved. I was ready to draw her into my world. And she was ready to join me there. Strangely enough, we frequented the same corner pub, a friendly place where many t-girls had found fulfillment of their own fantasies. She would be arriving around 9:30. I planned on being there at 9.
I sat there, sipping my coffee while enjoying long leisurely pulls on my Max menthol, letting the silky smoke lazily drift from my body after each. I was already horny in anticipation of our meeting, and the smooth, rich silky feeling of the smoke from my Max in my chest made me nearly drove me up the wall. I had long searched for someone to bring into my bizarre world, my total love affair with smoking. The way I enjoy all that my sexy cigarettes have to give. When I take a Max between my fingers I am taken away by my sexy lover. I don’t just smoke a cigarette. I make love to it, and it makes love to me in some very strange, extremely satisfying ways.
I headed to my bathroom to shower and primp for the evening ahead. A very small bathroom, barely 4 times the size of the shower stall in it. And decorated quite nicely with images of my fetish. I brought another Max to my lips and enjoyed a few last moments of teasing myself before starting to primp for the night ahead. On one wall hangs a mirror, framed in the empty packs from some of my more memorable times spent with my sexy smoky lovers. Virginia Slims menthol 120s. Capri menthol 120s. Marlboro menthol 100s. Superslims, regular and menthol. Misty menthol 120s. More menthol. But no Max yet. This was the first time I had the pleasure of the sexiest 120 of all in over 2 yrs. Resisting the temptation between my fingers I glanced at the pictures I had glued on the wall. Pictures of women smoking. Of ashtray play. Of torture, some involving more than one person, some beautiful expressions of self love through torture. Finishing my Max I jumped into the shower, the warm spray energized me for the night ahead.
I lit another Max as soon as I was out of the shower and got right to work on my makeup. I spent some extra time on my eyes, wanting them to be as sultry as possible for the seduction I had planned. I pulled on a pair of black hose, carefully attaching them to a black garter belt before slipping into a classic “little black dress” cut short and with just the right plunge in the front to tease with my cleavage. One last check of my hair before putting my makeup and brush in my bag. I reached for my Max menthols, and put a couple extra packs of those sexy things in my bag before heading out the door. I checked myself one last time in the mirror, making sure I oozed of sex from my heels to my lipstick.
I had a cigarette of another kind on the way to relax and get in the mood for the games I was about to play. I don’t drink often, and had no plans of anything stronger than coffee at the bar. I prefer to alter my perceptions with the magic of Mother Nature’s finest herb. I entered the pub and took my usual spot on the corner, one that allowed me to flirt with everyone seated around the place. Feeling nicely high, I sat there sipping coffee and anticipated the evening ahead. Someone offered me a shot, so I took a shot of espresso and thanked them. The bartender was simply known as “Titties” and one look at her explained it all. I handed her a pack of Max, explaining just enough of my evening plans to gain her support. My new lover was to come and sit at the opposite corner of the bar, and ask Titties for the sexy 120s when she arrived. There would be a bud vase with a single rose placed in front of each of us once Titties handed her the pack of Max menthol and the game would promptly begin. We had planned our evening at the pub via email, agreeing to tease each other with our sexiest smoking style for at least an hour. It was to be a contest of sorts. To push each other to the limits of arousal for an hour by making love with our 120s from a distance.
I caught my breath as I saw the vase being put in front of a stunning long haired beauty. The pictures we had exchanged did little to prepare me for the gorgeous sister seated by that rose. She fondled the pack of Max for just a moment before slowly pulling one out, raising it to the side of her face, fingers curled just right. I was immediately entranced by her style and as she brought the long, slim all white lover to her lips and then to life with a long sexy draw before allowing the smoke to drift out, circling her head in a pleasure giving cloud. I hoped that it was just the beginning of a wonderfully sexy show. I followed her lead for a bit, taking a Max of my own and filling my chest with its silky essence before sending a nice cone of smoke in her general direction. Our eyes met briefly as we exchanged a knowing smile and then went back to our Max. I knew this was going to be a memorable start to our journey into the darkest of our desires.
We posed for each other for 45 minutes. She was teasing me with French inhales. I teased her by losing myself in my Max, nearly chain-smoking them in a sensual battle of wits. With each draw the tingle down below grew a bit more intense. There were cheek hollow drags, long and deep with drifty exhales behind them. She held her Max as if it were her world while she smoked. I did the same. We had planned to smoke the way we do for ourselves, knowing how it would effect the other. Knowing that the arousal those 120s caused would soon be shared. Eager to serve each other while serving our sexy all white lovers. We had both attracted a crowd of fellow fetishers, and I giggled silently as I thought about how many of them wish they were going to be going home with me. Little did they know that the show I had been giving was directed at her. Or that she was doing the same for my pleasure. I had her and she had me. I could hold out no longer and gave her the sign we had agreed on.
I watched as she finished another Max. She had been distracted by a couple of the men who were drooling over her sexy smoking style. I sat there suggestively fondling my pack of Max, waiting for her to look over. Our eyes met again and I slowly pulled out two of those pretty slim cigarettes. Her gaze was fixed on them as she stood from her stool and headed around the bar toward me. I watched her approach and squirmed just a bit in my stool. She was just as beautiful as her smoking style. The gentleman sitting next to me offered her his stool, and she slid into it as I brought the pair of Max to my lips. She offered me a light and then I handed one of them to her. We took simultaneous pulls from our sexy lovers and then leaned in for a kiss. We shared a smoky kiss, our tongues gently exploring, relishing in the taste and texture. I heard a couple moans from some of the fetishers that had gathered around us as I slipped my hand up her thigh just a bit, our tongues still sharing a cigarette kiss. Breaking away I whispered softly into her ear. “Michelle, we are about to begin a very special journey. Will you follow me there?” She sat up for a second, taking a long pull on the Max I had given her before answering me with another smoky kiss.
Her hand took mine from her thigh and she squeezed it gently saying “take me to that special place that only we know how to get to.” We gathered our cigarettes from the bar and left hand in hand, leaving a bunch of very frustrated men behind.
