Goddess enjoys a good book after she rolls her own cigarette. Imagine you are there with her poised at the foot of her bed, waiting for her smoke. She ignores you at first, lounging on her bed ala Uma Thurman in the Pulp Fiction poster, before playfully blowing smoke in your direction, the shiny platforms of her shoes catching the light as she absently rubs her ankles together. What's your fetish? You are her smoke slave.

Goddess enjoys a good book after she rolls her own cigarette. Imagine you are there with her poised at the foot of her bed, waiting for her smoke. She ignores you at first, lounging on her bed ala Uma Thurman in the Pulp Fiction poster, before playfully blowing smoke in your direction, the shiny platforms of her shoes catching the light as she absently rubs her ankles together. What's your fetish? You are her smoke slave.