My first crush in life was my sitter. Her name was Mary, and she was 19 years old. I'm gonna show my age a bit here, but the year was 1969-1970, and she definately fit the entire part of the flower power generation. She was about 5'8", brown eyed, long blonde hair down to her waist, buxom, a bit on the chunky side, but not fat. I totally adored her, hung upon every word she said to me, and her cigarette smoking was a sight to behold. Any and every trick there was, it seemed she could perform, and her exhales were long, full, thick funnels of cream. Not long after I began staying with Mary she realized my crush and my fascination with her smoking, and she taught me a incredible appreciation, respect, admiration, and desire to spend the rest of my life with a woman that smokes. She often teased me with her exhales, once or twice even giving me a smokey kiss that left me dizzy with delight. Although I too find female smokers to fit the FemDom role much better than any nonsmoking woman ever could, for me the issue is so much more than simple submission and obedience, it is the desire to literally worship the ability of the Female smoker, and to be immersed in her second hand smoke. I guess I could say that Mary never made me fear her, I think the power she wielded with me was not built on terror, but built upon respect which has a much more positive and lasting effect. Before I got married, my wife and I actually ran into Mary in 1989, as she was visiting some old friends in my mother's neighborhood. Although older, her hair was still long, and I could still see the young woman that created my first crush. I was literally stunned into silence as I introduced my wife to be to her, and realized they were from totally different generations of women, but both of them were incredibley sensual, erotic and lovely smokers. Many years later I told my wife about Mary, and she gave me a knowing little smile.
