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, [...]
Posts Tagged ‘smoking’
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.
My Wish Is your Command
The best part of wearing heels is cleaning them on your face. The worst part of cleaning heels on your face is knocking the lit end of My cigarette out of your mouth.
