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Here’s a little story from a guy who reads this blog, his name is Rick, so I thought I would share it.
You come over one day and tell me you have a surprise for me.
I ask ” What is the surprise, Anabelle?”
You tell me “I got these for you and I want you to smoke them just like I tell you.” And you pull out a pack of Virginia Slims menthol 120’s. You open up the pack and pull one out and put it between my lips. Then you take out your lighter and flick it and hold it to the end of my cigarette. As the flame from your lighter touches the end of my cigarette you say “Rick, suck that Virginia Slims hard, I want to see your cheeks hollow.”.
I start sucking it hard and as I do you tell me “Once your mouth is full of smoke I want you to inhale it, but only a little, not real deep, just enough to get it in your lungs and then just hold it in your lungs.”
As I finish my cheek hollowing drag you hold the cigarette while I inhale my drag. Then you say “Rick, wrap your lips around that Virginia Slims again.” I do as you told me and then you say “Now take another cheek hollowing drag into your mouth.”
I start sucking as hard as I can on my Virginia Slims. Then as you can see I’m just about finished dragging you tell me “Now as I take the cigarette I want you to inhale that second drag as deep into your lungs as you can and then hold it in till I tell you to exhale.”.
I inhale as deep as I can and then while I hold both my drags in my lungs you say to me “Can you imagine how thick the smoke must be in your lungs?” Then you say “I’ll bet all that smoke feels really good in your lungs, can you feel it absorbing into your lungs as you hold it in?”.
I exhale and I do get to exhale a fair amount of smoke, but nowhere near as much as I must have inhaled and you notice that too.
Then you say to me “You didn’t exhale anywhere near as much smoke as you inhaled. A lot of it must have gotten absorbed into your lungs. I hope you liked that, I know I did.”
Then you tell me “Now that you know how to smoke that Virginia Slims properly I want you to repeat what I just had you do, again! And keep repeating it till the cigarette is finished.”
As I smoke my Virginia Slims like you told me I’m really enjoying it. I love how it feels in my lungs, how much smoke I’m inhaling, and how it feels to hold it in and let some of the smoke absorb into my lungs. But, most of all I love that you taught me how to pleasure my lungs like that and made me do it.
After I finish my cigarette you coyly ask me” So, how was it”.
I tell you “Anabelle, that was incredible, it just felt so good in my lungs. Thank you for making me do it.”.
Then you say to me “You’re welcome and I loved watching you smoke it that way. Now how would you like to see me smoke one of those extra long Virginia Slims menthols the same way and pleasure my lungs?”
I reply “I would love that more than anything.”
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Men can't keep their eyes off me when I smoke. They're checking me out all the time, but the smoking really drives them nuts. I even notice men making great efforts to walk directly behind me as I'm exhalling my smoke into the air while walking.
I'm not a really heavy smoker. For me, extremely frequent smoking somehow decreases the peculiar treat of the act. But there's nothing quite like enjoying a good cigarette. Especially with a good cup of Starbucks strong French Roast coffee. It must be the caffeine mixed with nicotine that provides a stimulating rush of euphoria. Like I said, I don't smoke heavy. There are even days I don't smoke at all. Moderation is the key. I do try and keep my body healthy. But occasional drinking and smoking are medically not as dangerous as daily or chronic use. When I do smoke, I smoke Virginia Slims Luxury Lights 120's. You know, the ones that come in the shiny gold box. However, even though they display "light," they pack a powerful plume of thick, creamy, fragrant smoke. I also prefer the slimmer, more feminine, shape of the ones in the shiny gold box.
I'm very feminine. And I smoke in a very feminine fashion. I guess that since I smoke so feminine and sexy, it always attracts attention from the opposite sex. Perhaps it's the way I hold the cigarette between my slim fingers showing off my red fingernails. Perhaps it's the way I bring the cigarette to different locations of my mouth. Maybe it's the cheek hollowing. Maybe it's the way I draw the smoke in with my unique double and triple pumps. Perhaps the expression on my face or my eyes as I suck the smoke in. But mostly what I've noticed is how men can't keep their eyes off the way I smoke. As I exhale the creamy plume of smoke into the air, it slowly dissipates and creates a misty scented fragrance. It seems that the smell my exhaled smoke has a different smell once it has been inside of me. Much softer, much sweeter, more aromatic.
The point is, men can't keep their eyes off me when I smoke. They're checking me out all the time, but the smoking really drives them nuts. I even notice men making great efforts to walk directly behind me as I'm exhalling my smoke into the air while walking. As the stream of smoke dissipates along my path, right behind me and through the clouds they go. Turning their heads to the left and right. Very noticably into the denser areas of my exhalled smoke. It seems that many men try to find reasons to walk into my creamy scented clouds. I know this because I've noticed it myself, along with the many incidents when people I know see it from our table as I go to the ladies room or take a phone call. They've witnessed it from across the room, and tell me about the strange occurances later.
I'd like to share with you a true story. In fact, I've had this happen more times than I can count. Here's the story. After sitting at my vanity table and dolling myself all up for a night out with my husband, we went out for dinner. We went to a very classy restaurant. The restaurant had elegant decor and the waiters all wore suits.
My husband wore a suit and tie. I was wearing a pretty little outfit that included a satin flippy skirt and matching blouse, gold high heels with sequence, and black nylon thigh highs. Real nylon. Make up included eyeliner applied like in the 1960's and false eye-lashes, with pretty little sparkles. Extremely feminine. So much so, that some women only dress up like that for Halloween. But I looked very good, and non parady-like. Nothing to laugh at. However, I did get some snickers from other women as their dates kept finding reasons to look back at me. They were just envious of what I have, and they lack. But I always say, every woman has that potential feminine goddess in her. When she lets it out, she will get those stares, as well. Since I have pretty legs, I like to show them off and display sexy crossed legged positions. My slinky blouse, with a satin bow, and very sheer nylons, with high heels only enhanced the whole delineation.
I was smoking a cigarette in the waiting area very dainty like, almost as if I were playing a game as to how feminine and prissy I could be. Very teasing-like, and perhaps a little sexually cruel, I'm sure. Especially for the poor, under sexed men there. But I was playing with my husband, and doing it for him, to both of our delight. I would draw on my cigarette with my mouth, and leave a red ring from my lipstick around the tip. As I held it daintly between my finger tips with my elbow bent, I'd blow the smoke into the air toward the guest host standing at the entrance section. I then dropped it and stepped on it with the toe of my high heel and slowly twisted my foot. I carefully twisted my whole waist, as well, to create a crisscross gathering of the silky material I was wearing, and blew the smoke toward the people left waiting. I just left the crushed cigarette, with my red lipstick marks, and no one dared say anything to me. People stared in confusion. However, we were seated before two other couples who were apparently there before we were. I heard them complain about it later. Oh well, at least they received my exhalled smoke as a parting gift (just kidding.) A waiter showed us to our table, he then took our orders for drinks. While he was getting our drinks, I lit up another long, Virginia Slim 120. As I enjoyed long draws and exhales with accentuated pursed lips, I watched my husband becoming more and more enthralled with me. Other men were staring, along with some women. But I was concentered on my date. The waiter soon returned with our drinks. What happened next was, indeed, very strange.
As the waiter was placing the napkins and glasses on the table, I took a nice long, cheek hollowing, double pump of my cigarette. The waiter was close to the right, so I brought the cigarette up slightly above the left side of my head to be polite. Since I can control where my smoke travels once blown, I exhalled the smoke directly beside the waiter's face. I didn't want to be rude and make a direct hit. The waiter seemed as if he was trying to hang aroung longer than usual, asking if we needed anything else and straightening the table cloth and such. So I then turned my head and exhaled the creamy clouds of smoke blown toward the floor next to the table. As the smoke streamed out of my mouth toward its destination, I could see the waiter staring at me, along with the stream of smoke I just created, out of the corner of his eye. He seemed very nervous as his hands were shaking. But what he did next surprised me the most. The plume of smoke that I just blew toward the floor was then floating below the table, slowly rising. The waiter then knelt down beside the table and stuck his head right in the middle of the smoke cloud so that his face was in the very middle of the misty cloud. He tried to act like he was picking something up off the floor but there was nothing there. As he smelled my exhaled smoke and got what he was after, the smoke soon disappeared. He then stood up and walked away. As he walked away I smiled at my husband. In a tone loud enough for the waiter to hear I said to my husband, "I guess he needed to bend down to get that smoke." I smiled warmly at my husband and he winked at me and said he couldn't blame him. As we sipped our drinks, I finished my cigarette enjoying double and triple pumps, and long exhales of creamy smoke across the table toward my husband's face. Every time the misty, creamy smoke bathed his face, he became excited. He revealed to me that the smell was intoxicating. I asked him to expand on that. To explain what the smell was like and what he experienced. He explained that the smell is much different than the smoke coming out of the opposite end of the cigarette, and much different than if one were to draw the smoke in and blow it out without exhaling. He explained that once I inhaled the smoke, bringing it inside of me, essentually making it a part of me, followed by blowing it out, it had a softer, sexy fragrance. He explained that the fragrance was not so much a perfume smell, but a smell that reflected my softness, my overall aura of femininity. In addition, he explained that my exhaled smoke even smelled different, and much better, than other people's exhaled smoke. I wrote an additional article on the smell of exhalled smoke, and the sexual effects it may have on people.
Up to this point, I really didn't understand what he meant. So I proceeded to draw in my smoke and exhale toward my silky skirt and crossed legs. I also treated myself to a few long nose exhales. As the smoke slowly raised up beside my own face, I then understood what my husband was saying. The exhalled smoke really was different. The smell was sweeter, and reflective of my pleasure. Between the way my smoke smelled once I was focusing on it, the act of smoking, sexy-like and exciting the waiter, I became very wet and excited. Pardon the expression, but it's true.
When my husband and I arrived home, we talked about it a little more. I went to a mirror and watched myself smoke. I was still elegantly dressed in satin and lace. I must admit, I did look very sexy as I hollowed my cheeks with double and triple pumps, followed by long exhales of smoke at my own reflection.
Then, I slipped into a negligee. The kind of nightgown that Eva Gabor wore frequently on Green Acres. I have many of these and I dress and lounge like that most all the time around our home. I lit up another cigarette and seductively smoked, while my husband videotaped me. By the way, some of these videos are available for viewing. I changed positions
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