Lucia came out of the work meeting with a bad headache, partly because it was such a long boring three hour session, but more so because most of the nicotine left her system, and her brain was screaming for a potent dose of chemical laced smoke. Lucia is addicted to cigarettes, and has been for the past 12 years. 5 foot 3 Lucia, with her big eyes, big nose, big lips, big chest, but small frame, swiftly moved towards her chair and grabbed her bag which contained a half pack of camel wides, her daily brand. This craving was particularly acute, Lucia's heart was beating very fast and a cold sweat was starting to cover her entire body. Her breathing was very shallow and in an attempt to calm herself down while waiting for the elevator she tried to breathe deeply but as she was inhaling her throat caught and started a deep wet cough.
Luckily no one else was around when Lucia got onto the elevator and by this point the anticipation gave her an empty yet heavy feeling in the pathways where her smoke always travelled. All the way from the back of her throat down to her addicted lungs, which lay directly behind her slightly sagged D-cup breasts, she could feel the exact route she wanted the smoke to take, ultimately terminating on her lung tissue, in a deep kiss and a big tight hug from the high-tar smoke.
It has been nearly four hours since Lucia was last able to enjoy a cigarette, and with her 25 a day habit, she wasn't used to this. She started smoking at the age of 18, just trying drags while drinking in the final months of high school, enjoying the feeling and bumming full smokes throughout that summer. It wasn't until she went away for college when she bought her first pack, and it was in an uncharacteristically rebellious gesture. Lucia was always a pretty good and proper girl, shy, reserved, and friendly, yet stubborn under the surface. She was beginning to hate her long distance boyfriend so she met another boy that she thought was cute, and he smoked. They had a brief but passionate fling, having multiple intense sexual encounters. This guy didn't ask her to smoke, but she wanted to be like him, so for a few weeks she started smoking heavily until they flamed out, and she kinda just stopped altogether. Though she maintained her drunk smoking, she didn't buy another pack until a couple of months later when exam time came, as she was very stressed and wanted an adult way to deal with it. Lucia smoked throughout exams and as she went back to her parents place for winter break she felt something missing when she couldn't have a cigarette. The day she got back to college in January she bought a pack, and decided to smoke daily, which she would continue to do for the rest of her life.
As Lucia reached the lobby with the cigarette already in her mouth, she walked out the door shaking. Around the corner to the smoker's pit she tried to light her lighter but her hands were shaking too much, so she stopped, closed her eyes, and took one deep breath. When she flicked her lighter and its flame touched the end of her cig, she steadily breathed in with her lips pouting out and sealed around the orange filter. She made an audible groan of relief as she opened her mouth very wide to reveal her protruding pointed tongue and violently sucked the smoke deep into her chest cavity. With her eyes closed, she bit her lower lip as she felt her lungs soak up the harmful chemicals for a few seconds before she softly exhaled with her nose. After repeating this for her next two breaths she could feel a fog lift away from the back of her brain as nicotine enveloped her nerves releasing dopamine. The only good thing about not smoking for this long was that the nicotine buzz approached similar glorious heights to those first few months when her addiction was developing and tightening its lifelong grip on her entire body. From her toes to her fingers, her brain to her bum, her wrists to her stomach, each part of her body relied on cigarettes to function.
She sat down on the bench, lifted her hot long cherried cigarette to her mouth and started puffing away, long, deep, and hard. Within two minutes it was down to the filter and after disposing of it, she let out a cute micro-cough and throat-clear before reaching into her pack to continue the chain. She took more time with this one as the stress of the craving melted away, however her drags were no less deep, and holds no less long. Lucia really savored the taste of the tobacco, running her tongue across her teeth in between drags, naively thinking that sucking on her teeth would also help get rid of the yellow discoloration that has built up over the past dozen years.
When she started smoking at the age of 18, Lucia looked quite young for her age, she was a small girl with big round perky breasts, dark thick flowing hair and a radiant smile. Approaching 30 years old, she was still beautiful, but she now looked old for her age. To the untrained eye it would be tough to tell she was a smoker up until about four years ago as deep wrinkles started to set in, and her teeth became quite yellowed. Her olive skin was greyed around her face, with two long deep lines running from the side of her lips to her chin.
It was four years ago in Europe that she stopped being just a regular smoker, she became a heavy smoker obsessed with feeding her addiction. To Lucia, her cigarette addiction was more than just physical to nicotine and tar, it was almost spiritual. She felt an energy force in her core as if her addiction was a physical entity centred at the bottom of her rib cage, under her upturned nipples, just to the right of her heart. Every time she smoked she fed this area, and often needed a couple cigarettes to fully stave off its requirements.
Lucia was fiercely protective over her smoking addiction, and since Europe she has found pleasure in the perverse elements of cigarette smoking. Most smokers know how much the habit chips away at their health and try to put it to the back of their mind, but Lucia actively tries to enhance this aspect. Taking extremely deep drags and holding the smoke inside of her chest for maximum absorption has increased her respiratory issues, she coughs and cannot run anymore, but this was just the start.
Due to her crippling social anxiety, Lucia uses cigarettes in pretty much any situation. Throughout her 20's, she has become increasingly obsessed with finding ways to get more out of each cigarette. At a time like this, when there is a deep full body craving she usually holds her cigarette at the crux of her index and middle fingers right at the knuckle with the filter sticking a few milimeters out so she when she puts it in her plump lips to drag she wraps her hand around her face and sucks in hard. When she draws a large amount of smoke off of the cigarette she will take her hand away from her face and open her mouth extremely wide to sharply suck the smoke down her throat into the crater of her hungry chest as she finishes it off with sticking her tongue out to savor the smoke taste.
When did she become such a lung slut? Lucia didn't quite know why smoking was so important to her but she knew that smoking was the answer. She believes in smoke as a way to heal and destroy. Nothing would ever get her to stop. She thought of what she would do over the weekend, and realized she had no plans again. Lucia is a lonely girl, but at least she would go home and relax with her best friends, a full pack of camel wides. She loved smoking best alone at home, no one to judge her for her unique and intense smoking routine.
