This, by popular demand, is the story of my favorite person I’ve met so far. Let’s call her Anna.
A big part of the reason this entry has been so delayed, aside from me being busy with end of summer stuff, is that I keep adding new chapters, as this is still very much ongoing. This past Tuesday night provided a nice end point for my narrative (though I am still very much seeing this woman and will definitely explore further. Heck, I might even be able to coax her into allowing me to post some photos here). Back in July, after I posted the story about Holly and it became clear that her story was the most compelling, I broached the subject of writing about her for a smoking fetish forum with her. We had just got back from dinner, and were cuddling on my couch, browsing Netflix and making out. Our conversation turned a bit racy, and I told her about the story I wrote about Holly earlier that week. Then, almost as an afterthought, I added “But I’m sure the story they’d rather hear is yours.”
She threw her head back and laughed maniacally. She’d never had a particularly sexy image of herself, even though she was undeniably attractive. About 5’8”, long brown hair, slim (she ranges from 130 lbs to 145, depending mostly on job/life stress). She was the youngest of seven, with six older sisters who used to drag her around as a “chaperone” on dates when she was just 8, 9, 10 years old. Furthermore, she’d only been in a couple of sexually active relationships in her entire life, despite being in her mid-thirties. In fact, I could list the people she’d had sex with prior to meeting me on one hand: her ex-husband of over a decade, and her ex-fiancé who she had broken up with in April (we met in May). I got the impression neither of them was very skilled at nor interested in sex, as I made her come in under three minutes with my tongue alone during our first encounter. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
So Anna thought the idea that a forum full of dudes would want to read about a slightly fictionalized version of her real life was gut-bustingly hilarious. As we talked though, I made her see how she was actually a walking, talking fantasy of many guys brought to life. She had always been a good girl, and her wardrobe and behavior reflected that. She dressed in nice casual clothes, jeans and high cut blouses mostly, and her style of flirting mostly involved getting really silly and laughing a lot. However, in the course of our relationship, then only two months old, she had begun changing her behavior. It started on our first date.
We met on tinder, she messaged me first. After only a little bit of chatting, we agreed to meet up at a dive bar near my place that played live music. I thought I had arrived first, as I didn’t see her anywhere in the bar, so I went outside for a smoke and sent a text telling her I had arrived. Not ten seconds later, this gorgeous woman steps out of a little yellow sports car; the pictures she had online did not do her justice, and I got a little nervous for that moment while she approached. She smiled and we talked outside while I finished my cigarette. During the conversation I asked if she minded my smoking, trying to be casual but secretly hoping to hear a very specific answer.
“Not at all; I smoke from time to time myself,” she replied and it was music to my ears. We headed inside and I asked what she wanted from the bar; she looked lost for a moment but asked me to get her whatever I got. So we got two tall draft beers and sat in the corner booth, on the same side. The band was still setting up, so we had time to chat. While we talked, I noticed her subtly sliding closer to me, so I broke the contact barrier and slid right up next to her, putting my arm around her. The band played, and they were a fairly generic bar cover band, but certainly worth the price of admission (free). I noticed she was nursing her beer, as I had three in the time it took her to drink 3/4ths of hers. I asked if she didn’t like it, and she told me that she really doesn’t drink that much. She had been devoutly Mormon until her late twenties, and drinking alcohol is forbidden in that religion. She had very little experience with it, and didn’t really have a “taste” for beer.
So I mentioned that I had some nice vodka and juice mixers at my place, and I would gladly make her a nice tasting, fruity drink to try. That was all it took, and she agreed to leave with me. Before we left, I said I wanted to have a cigarette, and as a pleasant surprise, she asked if she could have one too! So we stood outside the bar and I gave her a cigarette and lit it for her. She was clearly a novice smoker, maybe not even that. She didn’t inhale, she was awkward holding the cigarette, had trouble ashing it, and so on. She had all the hallmarks of a brand new smoker. What I didn’t know at the time was that she had only smoked maybe five or six times in her life, and really wanted to impress me.
We didn’t even finish our drinks before I had her laid out on my bed naked. Afterwards she had another cigarette with me, outside on my patio, and this time I handed her the lighter to light her own cigarette, trying to gauge just how new to smoking she was. Sure enough, she struggled mightily to light her cigarette, at first trying to light it like a joint by holding the lighter to the end of the cigarette while it is not in her mouth. She was so goddamn adorable and I got hard again watching her smoke. As we smoked I began making out with her, and as soon as we were done I carried her upstairs and fucked her silly, smelling the smoke on her hair and breath.
We made plans to see each other a few days later, on a weekday this time. When she arrived, she beamed “look what I bought!” and produced a pack of Camel Crush! “I was at a bar with some co-workers and I really wanted a cigarette after the other night,” she explained. I wasted no time heading outside with her, still not quite believing that she was doing this unprompted. She still didn’t inhale though, and I decided now was as good a time as any to educate her. Careful not to offend or insult her, I explained the difference between what I was doing and what she was doing, and told her how much more she would enjoy smoking if she inhaled. My dick was throbbing against my jeans as I explained how to draw from the cigarette and inhale the smoke, and she eagerly tried it out.
Like most people, her first inhale did not go smoothly. She coughed, her eyes started watering a bit, and she struggled to regain her composure. I told her she should take it easy, that she didn’t have to finish it or anything, but she was determined to master this. The next time, she took a baby drag, inhaled, then exhaled a tiny cloud. Her face lit up with pride as she didn’t cough on her second real puff of cigarette smoke. Afterwards, she commented on how pleasantly light headed she felt, and I was glad she enjoyed the experience overall. The next time I had a cigarette, she declined, but accepted a single drag from mine, as well as several smoky kisses. After we had another long round of mind-blowing sex, I decided to tell her exactly how I felt about smoking.
“So you found it sexy when I smoked earlier today?” she smirked. “Like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve always wanted to teach a girl to smoke.” She seemed pleased with this new information, and decided to join me for a second cigarette that evening, though she had to stub it out about 2/3s of the way through, as the smoke was just too much for her little virgin lungs. I told her more, that I was turned on by girls behaving wantonly in general; drinking, smoking, taking drugs, being promiscuous, dressing slutty, wearing heavy makeup; it was all a turn on. She was fascinated, and asked if I would make her a drink, while she fixed her makeup, giggling. Of course I obliged, and it didn’t take many for her to get nice and sloppy. After a second round in the bed, she asked if I would show her some of the smoking fetish porn I watched. I swear, I could not believe how readily she embraced my desires, and we cuddled up and watched some of my favorite videos on my ipad.
The third time we hung out, she met me at my place, where I was smoking a little pot before our date. She saw my bong, and asked if she could try it. She didn’t have to ask twice; two hits and she was completely toasted, giggling uncontrollably and spacing out. She thought she had smoked pot before, but she didn’t know how to inhale, so this was the first time she had ever really been high. We went to a nice Italian restaurant, ordered far too much food, and laughed like idiots for over an hour. She had her pack of Camel Crush in her purse, the same one she’d had last time we met, but she’d only smoked one in the week since we’d seen each other. That night we talked about other drugs she’d like to try, and she was very open and enthusiastic about most things. I had a little bit of coke, but I waited until we’d hung out a couple more times before I offered her that. Boy, did she like it. She looked so sexy holding her hair back while she leaned over the mirror I was holding and did her lines, and she loved the euphoria the coke gave her. I knew I’d have to be careful with how often I let her have that, but I was secretly satisfied with how the process of corruption was coming along. She had finished her pack of cigarettes, but did not buy another, instead bumming off of me.
That was when I offered to buy her some cigarettes. And not just any cigarettes, Virginia slims 120s. I told her that I found them sexier than short cigarettes, and she asked me to get her the menthols. When she tried them, she told me she liked how they were lighter than mine, and the extra length felt elegant (though she was still a little clumsy with it). Offhandedly, she mentioned that she would like to watch herself smoke in a mirror, and it was a shame that we were always outside when we smoked. I told her that she could smoke in my bathroom with the fan on, and she seemed excited by the prospect. A couple days later, when we were laying in my bed half naked, I told her that now was a good time to try smoking in the mirror. She grinned devilishly, and asked me to hand her her cigarettes. I was one step ahead of her, with an ashtray already sitting in the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, it was evident that she’d at least been thinking about how to smoke sexily. She exaggerated her drags, opened her mouth before she inhaled to show off the creamy ball of smoke, and occasionally let the smoke just drift out of her open mouth as she stared at herself in wonderment. It didn’t take long for the show she was putting on to get me excited, and to my complete surprise, about halfway through her cigarette she dropped to her knees, pulled my sweatpants down, and blew her smoke all over my dick. It twitched in appreciation, and she smiled up at me, clearly quite pleased with herself. She then proceeded to give me a truly amazing smoking blowjob. When I asked her about it afterwards, she simply said “that’s what all the girls do in those videos, right? I wanted to see how I would do at it.” I still have no words for how pleased I was at that moment.
My dream come true was about to get even more dreamlike. See, I liked for her to tell me all about other exploits she had without me; guys she hooked up with, drunken evenings with her coworkers, whatever. I really enjoyed hearing about her embracing her inner bad girl, and although she felt awkward telling me about sleeping with other guys at first, I encouraged her and made her feel comfortable until she became more open. One day though, she came to me with a different sort of story; a story about a very pretty lady. She had been at the bar near her house, doing karaoke with a couple of her girlfriends, when she met this stunning blonde who was flirty with her. She said she had never had sexual feelings for a woman before, but something about this woman was so sensual. She wanted to kiss her badly, and resisted the urge throughout the evening as they interacted. She never got the lady’s number or anything, but she came away from that night with a healthy curiosity about being with another lady. So she changed her orientation on okcupid to “bisexual,” and we would occasionally browse ladies together to try and figure out her type.
That takes us about to where I was when I posted the holly story, so let’s fast forward a few months. We’re going to a concert in LA and I got some mushrooms for her to try. She’s excited but a little nervous, and she brought over some new outfits to try on for the show. She eventually settled on a sequined black tank top with a short pink miniskirt, something that is way out of character for her generally very reserved style, but she looked great in it. She’s got these long legs and they went on forever in that little skirt. We timed our evening perfectly, eating the mushrooms in the car before we headed in to the show. After we arrived we found her a bathroom, and as she came out of the bathroom the band went on, so we scurried to find a good spot. Halfway through the first song, I felt the mushrooms start to hit me, and by mid second song we were both tripping. She had a great time at the concert, pointed out a lot of pretty ladies who she wanted to make out with, smoked a lot of cigarettes, and felt confident in her sexy outfit. At one point, after the show, we were walking down sunset blvd and I absent mindedly slid my hand up the back of her skirt, under her panties and into her hole. She was lost in her trip for a moment, but realized what was going on before I did. She turned around to see if anyone noticed, and a group of three dudes, practically falling down laughing, yelled out “YEAH WE SAW THAT!” We still needed to kill some more time in LA, so we went back to the car and she gave me an otherworldly blow job.
So this past Tuesday we went to dinner with a couple we’ve known for some time. They are trying to be a more open relationship, and I knew that Anna found the guy (lets call him Brad) hot. Furthermore, I knew Brad was into Anna, though I wasn’t sure where Megan, Brad’s girlfriend, stood on the whole thing. A few weeks earlier Brad and Megan had hosted a housewarming party, and while Anna wasn’t able to attend with me, Brad and I got pretty drunk and ended up sitting outside talking about setting up some sort of sex club group excursion with Anna and myself. About halfway through, Megan came out, and she was into the idea as well. I suggested that we talk about this again as a group, and scheduled dinner for this Tuesday after discussion with Anna. Dinner was, well, not as open as I expected. We generally kept it to small talk, with Megan engaging mostly with Anna while I talked with Brad about decidedly unsexy topics. Megan can be a little shy about sexual stuff, but opens up after a few drinks, so I was hoping to loop around to the discussion at hand once she was a little tipsy. Instead, Brad suggested we meet his ex-girlfriend Giselle for karaoke.
Now, Giselle is super cute, and she had been at brad and megan’s housewarming party, which is the first time I’d seen her in about two years. She had recently discovered polyamory, and was diving in headfirst. We had sort of hooked up one night years ago, while she was still dating brad, canoodling and smooching on a couch late at one party after we thought Brad was passed out. Turned out that he knew all along, but wanted to see if I would tell him (I did). Brad was inviting her back because now that his and Giselle’s relationships were both open, there was a very real opportunity to make something happen there. The mood was lively throughout karaoke, and true to form, Anna took only a few drinks to get quite drunk. Anna had also very recently started bringing her VS120s with her when we went out, and it was exciting to step outside and watch her smoke one of her long cigarettes. In fact, in a move that I’m sure was aimed at pleasing me, she rather insistently offered one to both Giselle and Megan, though they both declined. When we were alone, she confided that she thought Giselle was quite attractive, and I suggested we try and hook up with her some time. She winked at me, and gave a cryptic “we’ll see…” as response.
Giselle excused herself rather abruptly, leaving us all to realize how late it had gotten – it was nearly 1 am, and three of us had work in the morning. Of course, Megan, the one who did not have work the next day, wanted to keep the party going, but Brad and Anna were both getting tired. I had just the thing, so we stopped at my place to grab a bit of coke before heading to Brad and Anna’s new house. After a line each, we started getting a little frisky. I started making out with Anna, pulling her shirt down to reveal her nipples, openly rubbing her crotch over her clothes, that sort of thing. Megan was being similarly attentive to brad, and I decided to escalate it a little further. I removed Anna’s pants and moved her over so she was sitting next to Brad on the couch. Then I dove into her pussy with my face, encouraging her and Brad to start messing around. Megan, being a little bashful, got up and turned off all the lights, then came back and pulled off Brad’s pants, then started blowing him while he made out with Anna.
Then things got a little weird; I get the sense that Megan wasn’t fully comfortable with the arrangement, but was trying to talk herself into it. I’m not a bad looking guy by any means, but she seemed so upset that it was hard to stay in the moment. When she started sobbing, Brad excused himself, and left Anna and I there on the couch, horny and naked. So we just started fucking. Hard and loud; we put on a show for them while they talked in the other room. Afterwards we all went to the back porch and Anna produced her VS120s. Brad was sitting out there with us, but Megan said she needed a moment. I felt bold, because Brad is one of the few guys I know who might have a smoking fetish as well. We have a mutual female friend who always follows us outside when we smoke pot and asks us to blow it in her face. He’s commented on how hot he thinks that is before, and I’ve agreed, but we’ve never discussed the smoking fetish plainly. So I said “She smokes those because I think they’re sexier.” Brad was unfazed, and agreed that they are sexy. When he asked for a drag from her cigarette, I told him to take it from her lips, and they both grinned and exchanged two or three long hot smoky kisses. I worked my hand down Anna’s pants, then took them off again, and rubbed her while she kissed Brad between long, sensual drags from her cigarette.
Megan chose this moment to rejoin us, and Brad clearly felt uncomfortable continuing. We hung out at their place for a little while longer, then went home, where I delivered another thunderous orgasm all over Anna’s chest. As she lay there, my come glistening against her milky white skin, she smiled and asked a simple question: “Are you proud of what you’ve done to me?” She has no idea how proud, and I’m hoping for many more adventures in the future. Thanks for reading.