It feels so good to sit back, and enjoy smoke pouring from my lips after a long day. You are eagerly at my feet, awaiting my attention, for an utter of a command so that you may feel useful; but I pay you no mind as I inhale. You watch in a trance, as my lips send o's of smoke into the air, before words leave my lips, softly speaking to myself. " Like dominios they fall, crashing under my methods of seduction .." the weight of the words lingering in your ears, your eyes locked onto all of my manipulations of smoke, as my own eyes show you no contact; no interest. " I wonder if they re... Show more