I’ve been told I should stop smoking, but have never had even the slightest desire to stop smoking. There’s something so delicious about the act of slowly removing a crisp, tight cylinder from its pack, rolling it between My fingers, allowing one of My peons the privilege of lighting Me up, and then inhaling that first, [...]
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Mistress Smokes
There’s nothing like a good smoke before, during, and after chaining you to My wall of shame. A cigarette lasts longer than your composure, and tastes better than fear smells.
Sometimes a Cigar Is Just the Beginning
Men may come and go without notice, but a woman never forgets her first cigar. Mine was a Partagas, smoked in a villa on St. Barts. With whom, I don’t remember (and that is of no consequence). It tasted of coffee and chocolate and sex. To this day, I prefer Cuban cigars above all others, though learned to have them custom made.
