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I’m not a smoker… I’m a midnight toker…

Woman smoking

He tells Me that he loves the smoky quality of My voice when he listens to me talk. It turns him on to hear the raspiness in My voice as I weave the fantasy, pulling him in deeper and deeper, My voice engrained in his brain. He sees a woman smoking now and he thinks of Me and how I would turn him into My ashtray permanently.
He says ” I bet you smoke camels shorts, or lucky strikes something hard like that, I bet you would love to put that out on My tongue…”
He would describe in detail the scenario and how I would combine My smoking with sexual teasing, sexual tension and most certainly sexual denial. Flogging his hard cock for each flinch or nervous tic to course through his frame each time I crushed another cigarette out on his tongue.

This would go on and on and on … which when played out over the phone is fine.
Its when he started in on the meeting in person and having a pro session I had to cut it short.

He wanted a smoking session, He loved the idea of seeing smoke curl up from My lips as they wrapped so seductively around a fat cigarette. He would be kneeling before Me mouth open to be My ashtray, Tongue out for Me to extinguish My butts out on. The fantasy was very detailed and from the sounds of it would have meant My smoking roughly 3 to 4 to a whole pack of cigarettes.

Only problem is I don’t and can’t smoke cigarettes. I had smoked pot first, when I was in college, a joint to be exact and that is how I smoked the herb for the first two years I smoked. That was the first thing I had ever tried to smoke.
Not a cigarette but a joint So of course the first time I tried a cigarette, Marlboro red, I fell to the floor hacking up a lung.

I had hit it like a joint, filling My lungs as much as possible with the nastiest taste I had ever known.
From that point on it was Mission Ridiculous for My friends to get Me to smoke at least one cigarette all the way throug with the hacking up a lung procedure.
The only times they could talk Me into this, was when I had already been far to friendly with the shot glass and the Jaeger bottle.
It was a magnificent failure, but they did have fun trying.

So I had to finally let the gentleman know the truth that I do not smoke cigarettes and there was no way I could do it.
My voice just “naturally” sounded like that.

( I wasn’t about to bring up the pot that would be a whole other kettle of fish I would not want to deal with )

He then asks Me if I might consider starting, because it would make me look so HOT….

What the fuck ever….

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