THE ART OF SMOKING & SILK STOCKINGS (MP4 FORMAT)

SPECIAL THANKS TO A.R.TISTE!!!

It's 1926 in Chicago and prohibition has just taken place. But that doesn't stop our fun, we just took it underground. Those "Drys" are so boring and don't know how to have a good time. While us "Wets" have been partying nonstop, dancing til all hours of the night. The religious folks don't like us, but we couldn't care less. We are living for the now and they wont take our or our cigare...

THE ART OF SMOKING & SILK STOCKINGS (MP4 FORMAT)

SPECIAL THANKS TO A.R.TISTE!!!

It's 1926 in Chicago and prohibition has just taken place. But that doesn't stop our fun, we just took it underground. Those "Drys" are so boring and don't know how to have a good time. While us "Wets" have been partying nonstop, dancing til all hours of the night. The religious folks don't like us, but we couldn't care less. We are living for the now and they wont take our or our cigarettes! I've been dancing the Charleston, flirting with all the men, drinking from my garter flask, just having a lot of fun. My feet are very tired from dancing so I go to have a little break. I strike a match and light up a nice strong cigarette. These heels are a little bothersome so I slowly push the back of my heel down, not all the way. I like the way it feels when the air hits my soles and I just let that heel dangle off of the tips of my toes. I'm wearing a pair of silver silk stockings, rolled up just above my knee. They were imported and I can't bear to talk about how much they cost, but they were the envy of all the women. They had a shine that would catch everyone's eye. As the 1st heel dropps to the floor, have a drink of my flask and light up another cigarette. Then I push the back of the other high heel off of my foot, again letting the cool air graze my soles and letting the heel dangle ever so slightly from my toes, just swaying back and forth. I give myself a nice long foot rub, those heels really cramped up my feet. I massage my toes and the arches of my soles and it feels amazing. Taking long, deep drags of my cigarette, I feel a sense of relaxation coming on, as I exhale slowly and watch the smoke escape from my lips. A take another hit from my flask and suddenly there's a raid! It's the coppers her to bust the party!! Maybe they won't notice my flask, it's only a little bit afterall! But alas, those damn stuffy Drys ruined the party and start taking people away, including me.