The moment you see Me with a cigarette clasped between My fingers, you feel the familiar thrill. That whisper of desire. I am the nicotine in your veins, an addiction you can't quit. You live for these moments, the chance to worship Me with all of the adoration of a devoted little smoke slut. You love to watch Me rest the cigarette against My pretty red lips, taking deep drag after deep drag. You love to watch the smoke swirl through the air in silvered ribbons, so sensual. So erotic. So dangerous. I see your need - and I can't help but tease you. Mocking you. Humiliate you. You can I resis... Show more