Yes, you are just waking up, and what you are seeing is real ... a smoking girl in a furry pink
nightie and robe set ... oh, and furry crystal shoes, but of course ...
And you do love your mornings with me, don’t you ... watching me perform the beautiful ritual
of my morning cigarette, welcoming the nicotine, feeding the addiction I so willingly made part
of my life, this morning cigarette but the first of so many with which I will pleasure my lungs,
slowly darkening like the filters I show you as I finish ...
I know you love to watch me satisfying myself, especially...

Yes, you are just waking up, and what you are seeing is real ... a smoking girl in a furry pink
nightie and robe set ... oh, and furry crystal shoes, but of course ...
And you do love your mornings with me, don’t you ... watching me perform the beautiful ritual
of my morning cigarette, welcoming the nicotine, feeding the addiction I so willingly made part
of my life, this morning cigarette but the first of so many with which I will pleasure my lungs,
slowly darkening like the filters I show you as I finish ...
I know you love to watch me satisfying myself, especially love to see me dressed as I am, the
soft silk of my gown caressing the soft silkiness of my skin ... Watch, yes, but touch, no ... You
are authorized only to view, to contemplate the light and the smoke and me, yes me, in the
morning, so close to you, yet so unattainable ...
You are still waking yet somehow you are also ... you helplessly follow the practiced
movements of my delicate hands as I take my pack, select one lucky white cylinder to place
between my lips, still glossy from the night before ... I flick my lighter, draw deeply, awakening
the tobacco receptors on my tongue, in my throat and of course in my lungs ... I feel the smoke
filling my slim body ...
My graceful movements catch your eye, don’t they, especially when I am close to you, allowing
you a glimpse of the smoke curling in my mouth as I execute another perfect snap inhale,
whisking the white cloud down into my eager lungs ... but there is so much more for you to
view, my freshly manicured toes (thanks for paying for that, by the way) peeking out from those
cute furry little shoes (thanks for those too) ... so much you’ve gotten me from my wishlist so
you can watch me smoke while wearing a particular item ...
Meanwhile, my long, slender fingers, so perfect for holding a cigarette, now those fingers and
their red nails are grazing my soft bare thighs, tracing little circles that captivate your
glance ... yes, you wish you could trade places with those fingers, poor boy, and feel that
silkiness ... you are so close ... but as I said – no touching! xoxo