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Re:My journey into the "dark side" of the smoking fetish: Part 2 :-)


Re : My journey into the "dark side" of the smoking fetish: Part 2 -- Lee
Posted by Shawn , Mar 11,2000,19:35 Post Reply  Top of Thread  Forum
Interesting how most of our smoking roads crossed the same bridges, albeit at different ages or times in our lives. Although I didn't view smoking girls as bad, the intense anxiety and strange feelings that I had from watching a girl my age smoke always made me shy away, and I must have appeared as a antismoker to some as a teen. To see a girl look so absolutely delicious, so inviting, so alive and enthusiastic as she smoked drove me bananas. A tingle through my body that led to goosebumps on my flesh, weird unexplainable twinges that we like tiny explosive orgasms in my groin, my pants suddenly being too small, like I had become the incredible hulk inside of them (well, it sounds good anyway). My cross to bear was a girl name Sara. It was 1979, (ok so i am really old) and I was junior in high school, while she was a senior. Sara was damn fine. Shoulder length platinum blonde hair, at least a 38-d cup, fair skinned but not freckled, and a figure to die for. As beautiful as she was, guys avoided her, because one she was almost a straight A student and....her daddy was a preacher. She was popular, but if she wanted a date, she had to find a college boy. For some reason, Sara must have taken pity on me, because we had shared some interests in music, and drama, she allowed me into her world. I hung out with her, and her popularity and friendship opened doors for me. I absolutely adored and worshipped her (even loved I suppose) and she could never do any wrong in my eyes, even if her favorite music was the Bee Gee's (hey, it was 1979 folks, and even I had to dance to it, although holding Sara in my arms to "How deep is your love" was paradise! [Just not "paradise by the dashboard light", more my style of music then!] ). Anyway, one day in late December 79' we went to the championship football game. A pretty blond named Sandra was with us. The girls were up front, and I was in the back seat. Sandra pulled out a pack of benson and hedges and lit one. Didn't surprise me, Sandra had that potential in her to smoke, it was obvious. (I think all fetishers have a sixth sense about a certain personality of woman smoking) She asked me if her smoking would bother me. Of course I replied, "No", trying not to sound enthusiastic. She did the strangest exhales I had ever witnessed. She would tilt her head up, open her throat up along with her mouth wide, and let the smoke flow in a sort of streaming and billowing thick cloud. I was immediately hooked on watching her, and since it was damn cold outside, her smoke was flowing into the back seat where I was. Then, it was as if my erotic elevator got stuck on the way to the top floor; Sara was lighting a cigarette of her own! My beloved, sweet, innocent, perfect Sara was smoking, how could this be?
My whole body charged up but suddenly betrayed, sort of like a scene off of Ally Mcbeal when the record needle gets pushed across the record and all the action stops. (Hey, my wife makes me watch the show ok?) Sara was not only smoking, she was damn good at it, obvious she had been smoking for a while. Stunned to silence, I just sat in the back seat and bathed in their lovely, thick, creamy, sensual smoke; betrayed by my belief in a womans virtue precluding her from ever being a smoker. When we got to the game, the girls got out the booze....oboy, did I have a lot to learn about the girl of my dreams. Like the old song adjusted for a fetisher, "My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold, my angel is smoking bold". Anyway, suffice to say I still worshipped the ground Sara walked on, and thanks to her my Senior year was a blast, but after that incident, I had to accept all that thick smoke of hers whenever she lit up when we were together, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make. :)
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