Once, I got to sit in a car with a girl as she smoked a cigarette.
It was several years ago now, in 2007.
There was a girl I worked with who I’d known since 2004. She was only a very occasional smoker back then. She once bought a pack of 10 cigarettes on a break and I asked her if she smoked much. She said she only smoked occasionally and she hadn’t smoked a cigarette in about a week. She lit up and then said:
“I’m not addicted but I do enjoy smoking”.
We next saw each other the following summer and she still claimed to not be addicted to smoking, despite now smoking on every break she had.
By 2006 she finally confessed to me she was addicted and couldn’t quit. She had smoked too many occasional cigarettes and addiction had well and truly set in. She would go on smoke breaks even if it was pouring down with rain.
She needed to smoke.
And I wanted to join her, despite being a non-smoker.
Finally my chance came when she asked me if I wanted to join her on a break.
I agreed in a heartbeat and we headed outside. It was raining so she invited me to sit in her car with her. As soon as she was in the car she lit up a cigarette. She said she was surprised that I didn’t mind her smoke.
I told her I didn’t mind at all, although I didn’t admit how much I was really enjoying seeing her smoke.
I even got some cheeky shots with my camera phone, never before shared.
I remember this like it was yesterday.
It’s been a while since we last saw each other and we moved away from one another. However, I’ve seen through Facebook that she is still smoking.
I’m looking forward to the day when I can experience a smoky car with a girl I can call my own as she smokes a much needed cigarette.
I wouldn’t care about the destination.
It’s the journey that would rock my world.
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Postscript: I heard very recently that this girl has just quit smoking a few weeks ago…time will tell how long she keeps it up.
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You’re lucky, Flamingo, to have had such an overwhelmingly enjoyable experience to be with her in her car as she smoked. In fact, “enjoyable” is probably too weak a word! It’s something that would be very hard to forget. She looks so hot inhaling, with visible cheek-hollowing, and glowing cigarette tip, and then exhaling the sweet, beautiful smoke that’s given her such intense pleasure.
Time will indeed tell how long she stays quit. If it’s what she wants for herself, I hope she succeeds. There are two ENORMOUS forces at work within her now; (a) her nicotine addiction on the one hand, and (b) the realisation that the life she lives is not a dress rehearsal; there are no re-runs!
A huge part of the fetish for me is that I don’t just want to see a woman smoking. I want to savor the same smoke that has pleasured her, want to inhale it for myself after she has bathed her lungs in it, want to thrill myself to the thought that these ambrosial fumes have rolled across her tongue and trickled around her teeth and caressed her throat from the inside and mingled intimately with her own breath … and now they are mine.
So I would be ecstatic at being “trapped” in the confined space of a car, “forced” to breathe in wave after wave of her exhaled smoke.
Nice picture, thank you for sharing.
We’re holding a survey on whether smoking is sexy or not – it seems an appropriate topic for your blog, so would you consider it sharing with your readers? The survey is here: http://www.ecigarettedirect.co.uk/ashtray-blog/2012/08/smoking-sexy.html
Cheers
James