Kates Craving A Dark Side Smoking

Kate sat fidgeting in her seat. Two hours she'd been stuck in this meeting and she's been craving a cigarette since at least the hour mark. She could see it in her mind - the lovely orange fiilter popped between her made up lips, the smoke filling her lungs, the bite of the smoke as it entered her lungs and the sweet hit of the nicotine as it hit her blood. Why oh why wouldn't the CEO just shut up so she could sneak out for one?

"...and that about concludes where we are this quarter. If you have any concerns about your targets please speak to your line manager, otherwise I'll see you in three months."

The CEO had finally finished and the workers started gathering their papers, breaking up into little groups and heading for the exit of the conference room. Kate, of course, only had one thing on her mind and she grabbed her bag even before the boss had finished speaking and headed for the fire escape where a group of fellow smokers could be found at any time of the working day. Almost shaking with the craving she struggled to unfasten her bag and extract the ready rolled tube that would give her the sweet relief she was craving. A quick flick of the lighter and Kate was in Marlboro country and more relived than she thought possible. Ten minutes later after chaining two cigarettes she was back at her desk, feeling a little more sane and a little more human, vainly chewing a piece of gum to try and cover the smokey smells clinging to her clothes and hair. Thirty-six years old she was a relatively new smoker but in just a few months the addiction had taken over her life.

Of course a lot of it was down to the pandemic. After a couple of weeks sealed in her home hoping that the new flu didn't get her, Kate had been asked by a friend to help him clear out his grandparent's house who had recently passed. Relieved at finally having something to do Kate had jumped at the opportunity and drove down the very next day. While clearing out the detritus that had built up in their retirement and shifting it to a rented dumpster, Kate had come across a pack of rolling tobacco, some left over papers and filters that her friends grandfather had clearly forgotten, or simply not had time to smoke.

"Hey Jeff," she asked her friend "What do you want to do with these?"

"I dunno really," her friend replied "I don't smoke, and most of the people I know vape - just chuck it in the dumpster - we should be done in a couple of hours and I can get the rental guys to haul it away."

Kate would have done that - but something about throwing away nearly $30 of perfectly good, and sealed pouches like that made her hesitate - especially as they were small enough to carry back in her backpack, so she slipped them in her bag and carried on helping her friend.

A few days late she was back at her apartment and bored again. There was nothing for her to do, the city was closed as were many of the cities around the world, and bored of the TV she was wondering round her apartment looking for something to do when she remembered the packs of tobacco she had brought back from her trip. Unpacking them she stared at the packs thinking 'One won't hurt me, and it would be interesting to see what all the fuss is about' so she opened one pouch, packed it in the papers and attempted to roll it into a proper smoke. Of course, being a novice she had a few tries before she managed to roll it into a loose approximation of a cigarette, put it to her mouth and lit it with some matches she had found in her kitchen.

Immediately she felt a sense of calm coming over her, like the first cup of coffee in the morning, followed by a head rush, and weirdest of all a rush of blood to her most private parts. She felt good, she felt sexual, and most of all she felt horny. Holding the tube in one hand, practising the best way to inhale to ensure the tobacco burned evenly, her other hand snuck into her pants and started massaging her clit almost without her realising it. When that first cigarette had burned down to the filter, she realized she was wetter than she had ever been before and had been furiously rubbing herself for the last few minutes. She was on the cusp of an orgasm but couldn't quite get herself over the edge, so before she lost the feeling she quickly rolled up a new smoke and lit up the, now slightly damp, tube.

This second one had the hoped for effect, and before this one had burned down she found herself bucking her hips and squirming on her couch in ecstasy as the spasms rocked her body and she had one of the most intense experiences of her life.

That night, of course, she felt sick - while her first experience of the nicotine rush had made her feel fantastic, the after effects were not what she expected, and so she went to bed early.

The next morning she woke up and felt much better. She went into the kitchen to start the coffee and make some breakfast when her eyes fell on the packet and filters from the night before. Something stirred in her and she decided to try it again before her coffee had brewed. This time the effect was slightly muted - she still felt the rush in her panties, her nipples stood to attention against the flimsy covering of her nightdress, and she felt a sexual thrill unlike she had ever experienced, but more than anything the nicotine stimulated her brain and woke her up in a way coffee couldn't do.

That week she stayed mostly inside, smoking and masturbating until the pouches were empty and she was out of rolling papers. The next day when she woke up she realized she was craving them for the first time, a pull in her brain that flashed "smoke" at her while she tried to do her morning chores, so she dragged herself out to the nearest bodega for more, asking for the cheapest pack they had before coming back to her apartment and smoking nearly half that pack between lunch and the time she went to bed.

By the time the quarantine was lifted and she could go back to work, Kate had truly become a slave to the nicotine, joining the smokers outside whenever possible and getting through at least two packs a day on the weekends. Six months in, she now needed the nicotine more than she needed food. It was the first thing she thought of when she woke up and the last thing she thought of when she went to bed. She needed them to concentrate on her work, and to get to sleep at night and to get going in the morning. Her habit was at this point starting to cost her more and more, but whenever she went for more than a few hours without a smoke her cravings became too much to ignore and she was dragged back into the world of addiction. Her apartment now smelled of smoke, no amount of airing could make it fresh, the stink covered her clothes and hair and everything she owned. She had also lost the sexual thrill she had felt with that first one, but she had become a slave to the little white sticks, and she was happier now than she had ever been before - despite the slight wheeze she had developed when she tried to climb stairs and the yellowing of her teeth and hands.

It was almost fate that had called her to help her friend out that weekend, and she knew she looked better and sexier than ever with the ever present cigarette clamped in her mouth. At least now she understood what all the fuss was about.