Glistening in shiny black rubber, my latex gloved hands spark my cigarette as my lips begin pulling smoke from the filter. Such a sensual sight, clouds pouring from my nostrils as my eyes lock onto yours. I speak of how captivated each inhale has you, your eyes lingering on each drag just as the smoke curls and lingers in the air each time I exhale. You've already begun stroking, haven't you? From the moment the embers started to crackle. The act of seeing a woman smoke takes you to a time where you first saw someone strike a match and light there own. You couldn't play a finger on why you ... Show more