I've missed you all for the time I've been away. Had to lay low for awhile. Hopefully things are where I can post once in awhile under cover. I have lurked through some-and it does appear the board has been in a lull until lately a few new posters have come through it seems. That's good. Of all the places on the smoking fetish web, this board has always seemed more like home to me than any other.
I'll throw out some things-very random fashion, and perhaps we can elaborate or maybe it will be conversation "seeds." To those of you who are new-I'm a late forties guy with a life-long smoking fetish. I've been a part of the web smoking fetish community since its birth. Like the vast majority, it was almost an epiphany to realize one day, I am not alone!
It has been absolutely amazing to me however to talk to people from Iceland, from Eastern Europe, from cultures an ocean away from me who grew up with this thing-not just in general but in the details-just like I did. I was amazed to find out other guys get off on things like "cheek hollowing" and "snap" inhales etc-some of the things I had even named in my mind as a kid.
Most anyone who has talked to me knows that I have a bizarre memory-and some of my earliest memories are of being fascinated by women smoking. I distinctly remember as I made my wish for my fourth birthday over the cake and candles-wishing that I could smoke Salems with my aunt. I was completely taken with her and would "crave" smoke.
It's worth noting that this was the early to mid sixties-when smoking was the norm-everyone, including both my parents and every uncle, aunt, cousin and neighbor smoked continuously. I was enamored with women who smoked, but I hated that my mom did. It wasn't a "mommy thing" to do.
The advertising caught me very early. I remember MTM/Laura Petrie real time on Dick Van Dyke-and the Kent commercials. The good taste of Kent, was meant for a day like today. I remember Julie London real time singing to her Marlboro, about how wonderful it was-you get a lot to like. I wanted so much to see if Winston really did taste good like a cigarette should. My parents and my aunt sure thought their cigarettes were good. They would tell me "bad, bad, nasty-you must never smoke" but I would observe how they ate their smoke-and they seemed to really enjoy it. They enjoyed it so much both my mom and dad would wake up in the middle of the night and smoke.
I loved to watch the cowboys in Marlboro Country, and realized that if I could smoke, I could ride horses, shoot guns and rope cows. I could have a big bushy mustache like that guy.
But then the love of my life came-when I first heard "you've come a long way baby, to get where you got to today...you've got your own cigarette now baby-you've come a long long way." I began a life-long
e-rotic love affair with the Vir-ginia Slims brand. As a six year old I would stop dead in my tracks and watch the world's most beautiful supermodels of the day inhale their Vi-rginia Slims as they modeled for the camera, with the song playing. Slimmer than the fat cigarettes men smoke.
I started smoking at 11, learning to tolerate the strong Pall Mall Golds my parents smoked, but my first pack purchase was the luxurious Salem Longs-the delicious menthol flavor that my aunt enjoyed.
So many stories there-so many stories inside. I can't go on forever. Let me leave with a couple of points for now.
This thing seems to take various paths, the ones I have seen are:
-the guy who is turned on by the "bad girl" who smokes. Usually it goes
to the teen years when he dated or fantasized about a rebel chick. This guy doesn't want to smoke himself-he just loves the chicks who do. It's really akin to being "into" pantyhose, or leather, or whatever. The cigarette is an accessory.
-The guy who is totally into a variety of smoking women-and may or may not smoke himself, yet his smoking habit if there is only indirectly related to the ladies he enjoys watching.
-there seems to be a guy who is attracted exclusively to smoking glamor-
long 120's, holders, sequined evening gowns, holding her cigarette high and projecting a vampish image.
-then there's the guy whose smoking fetish drives him to smoke. That's me. I have always wanted to smoke WITH a woman, what she smokes and as much as she smokes. I want to experience the same flavor that she knows. I'm pretty eclectic-I can find something to like in almost every variety of woman who smokes, and in almost every variety of cigarette or cigar. The allure is in the attitude and the femininity-she needs to smoke for pleasure and it needs to be evident-deep long drags, inhales to the toes. She holds her cigarette high, even brazenly and smokes where she really shouldn't. Her cigarette becomes her trademark-almost Cr-uella De Ville style. A woman will lose me immediately if she ever smokes a generic or puffs nervously, doesnt inhale or acts like the smoke is repulsive. I would kick Tyra Banks out of my car if she lit a VS 120 and held it between her thumb and forefinger.
I am a smoker, I will always be a smoker. I crave it daily as I wake up and as I go to bed, and at many points in between. When I see a beautiful woman smoking I want to smoke more than I want my next breath or meal. Yet at this time, I choose daily not to smoke. I have chosen not to for years for health and family reasons.
It makes for an interesting life.
Take care all-it's good to talk. I hope everyone is ready for a safe and very nice Holiday Season.
Jo (pronounced YO)
