Dear diary,
I don’t know how to describe everything that happened today. It feels like a dream, maybe even a nightmare, but the evidence is sitting right in front of me and all the pinching isn’t waking me up from this.
My friends decided to take me to my favorite club for my twentieth birthday today. I was having a great time, dancing with them and some of the waitresses there. Yeah, it’s a lesbian club, but they’re cool with straight girls who want to hang out and party without guys perving on them.
This one lady noticed me, and walked up from her table. She wished me a happy birthday, in such a velvety voice. I’d never seen her there before at the club, though I only go a few times a month. Not that I usually work up the nerve for anything more than playful chats with other girls there…
Anyway, she starts getting real flirty, and my friends overhear. They start egging me on, encouraging this lady to hook up with me. She laughed, and took my hand and asked if I wanted to go elsewhere for a private treat. I was honestly terrified that maybe this was more than just a date to her, but with how much my friends were encouraging me, I didn’t want to disappoint them, let alone this beautiful lady.
So I left my friends, and we sat in her car. I asked her what she had in mind; she just ignored me and took out a pack of cigarettes. She did ask me if I minded, and I told her that I didn’t really, but to be honest, I was kind of off-put by the idea of dating a smoker. I know smokers aren’t necessarily bad people, but the smell and the second-hand smoke, you know?
Still, the entire drive, I couldn’t take my hands off of her. Off of her cigarette. The way she slowly pulled on her smoke, then blew out the smoke in a steady stream. Plus her cigarette definitely didn’t smell as bad as most smoke I’ve smelled.
She finished as soon as we pulled up to her place, and then she let me inside. Once we went into her living room, she took something out. I didn’t realize what it
was at first, until she put a cigarette in it. It was one of those long holders, the classy sort.
When I asked her what her plans were, she didn’t answer. She just lit her cigarette, took a drag, and blew the smoke at me.
Then…I don’t know what happened. It felt so…fascinating. It didn’t smell bad at all, almost perfumey. It made me feel weirdly relaxed.
I can barely remember what happened, or if what I can remember of it is even real. It was like I couldn’t stop watching her smoke, couldn’t take my eyes away from the grey-blue wisps leaving her lips and nostrils. It was mesmerizing, alluring, and there was something so envious about how she seemed to enjoy her cigarette.
Just thinking about it now makes me feel kind of warm, and it’s really tempting me again. But I don’t want to again tonight.
She’d finished her cigarette, and leaned in close. It felt like I was trying to breathe in all of the smoke, and there was this weird rush in my head that felt so good. Then she kissed me on the lips, and…it’s weird, but I remember this part so clearly.
She gave me this black cigarette case, and showed me the inside. She counted the cigarettes inside, ten of them. Then she stroked my chin and said, “All you need to do to be as beautiful and sexy as me…is to smoke these ten cigarettes.”
I don’t really know what happened after that. I think she drove me home; I just remember staring at her, watching her smoke as she steered.
It was nearly ten when I got home. I sat around for an hour, just trying to piece together what had happened. All the while, I kept thinking about the cigarette case next to me, like it was calling to me.
Finally, a little after eleven, I made up my mind. I opened up the case, and thankfully that woman had included a lighter. I took one of the cigarettes, put it in my lips. God, I was so nervous, I don’t even know how I got the lighter to work. But eventually the flame came to life, and I brought it to the tip of the cigarette.
The first puff was absolutely disgusting, and I almost dropped the cigarette on my bed. I almost gave up right away, but I couldn’t bring myself to put out the cigarette. I just sat there, watching the smoke rise, sniffing it. It smelled like her breath, like
the gentle stream was her exhales washing over me. Just thinking of her reminded me of how elegant and demure she looked smoking.
That was what made me keep going. The taste got a bit better, and I eventually managed to inhale properly just before I finished the cigarette. I used a cup I had nearby as the ashtray.
When I butted the smoke, I couldn’t believe I’d just smoked a cigarette. I’d never even wanted to smoke as a teenager! It felt so weird, and I felt so guilty about it. What if one of my friends found out? Hell, I probably still stink of smoke now, you can probably smell it in my room. I’m going to take a shower as soon as I finish this entry, diary.
But…I feel kind of nice. This calming little buzz.
And it’s weird, but I felt like I was just as demure and sexy as that lady for a while when I was smoking.
I don’t know what I’m going to do with the rest of those cigarettes. I certainly don’t want to get addicted, and I feel dirty enough only having had one. But I can’t just bring myself to throw them out, not just yet.
I kind of want to try a second cigarette, but I should get to bed. I’ve got work tomorrow, and I’ve been up late enough. God, I don’t even want anyone at work knowing I tried smoking tonight.
Night, diary.
Part 2
Dear diary,
Today was really awkward and embarrassing. Where do I begin? This morning, I guess.
But more like last night. I dreamed about her. That smoking woman who gave me these cigarettes. Long, luscious red hair, blue eyes, a body to die for… She was smoking in the dream, and she invited me over to the table she sat at to join her. I didn’t even want a cigarette; I just wanted to breathe in her smoke, and she was
happy to oblige. She took deep, long drags, then blew the smoke over me with this coy little smile. Every one made me feel so good, so warm…
Then I woke up. I couldn’t believe I’d had such a weird, sexy dream about smoking. I still can’t, honestly.
As soon as I got out of bed, I thought about those cigarettes. I don’t think I was craving nicotine already. But I wanted to have one, just for the buzz. For the feeling of sexiness and maturity. I didn’t want to make myself smell of smoke before work, but eventually I gave in. After all, I’d only tried one so far, and how could I judge whether I really wanted to be a smoker off of that.
So I lit up, and to be honest…it was nicer than last night. It was smoother, I wasn’t coughing like crazy. I felt like I was inhaling better, getting a better buzz from it. Even the flavor seemed less harsh this morning. I couldn’t believe I was actually enjoying a cigarette. I’d always thought even smokers hated smoking!
Once I’d finished, I brushed my teeth just to make sure my breath didn’t stink, then went to work. Whenever one of my co-workers went for a smoke break, I felt a little jealous — getting to leave work every now and then just to have a puff? I almost wished I’d brought my cigarettes, but I still didn’t want everyone at work to know I’d started smoking.
As soon as I got home, I started making supper…and figured relaxing after work was the perfect time for a cigarette. So I lit one up, took a nice drag, and then my best friend knocked on my door.
Oh, I was so nervous. I hid the cigarette in my bedroom, then hurried over to the door. Tabby didn’t seem suspicious at first; she’d just come over to drop off some clothes she’d borrowed. But as soon as she came inside, she could smell it. She knew what it was right away.
Oh god, she went into this long speech about how bad smoking is for you, all the negative effects, all the problems it’d caused for folks in her family. She pleaded with me to quit, that she’d never seen me smoke before and was certain I’d just started, that there was probably still time before I’d formed a habit. When she finally left, I could barely muster a squeak, feeling so embarrassed and ashamed.
She was right about all that stuff.
But still, the entire time, I just wanted to feel that nicotine buzz again, and as soon as she left, I went back to my bedroom and took the longest, deepest drag I’ve ever done. Honestly, I actually loved the flavor of it then, and the nicotine hit…
And I felt so rebellious, so naughty, so sexy as I exhaled that drag.
I didn’t smoke any more cigarettes after that one, but diary…I really want to. I’m staring at the case that redhead gave me, and I really want to have another smoke before bed. I don’t think I’m addicted yet; I just enjoy smoking.
But I really shouldn’t. I don’t want to become addicted. Maybe just a few cigarettes a day is fine for me. Plenty of people have bad habits and vices, right?
Night, diary.
Part 3
Dear diary,
I can’t believe what I just did.
I had another cigarette in the morning. I suppose it’s becoming a daily ritual already. It just makes me feel more ready for the day, taking the edge off before I go to work.
I brought the cigarettes to work. Just knowing they were in my bag taunted me all day, and after lunch, I couldn’t help myself.
When I went outside, one of my co-workers my age was out on a smoke break too. She’s a brunette, a cute girl, but I know she isn’t into other girls. She was already smoking, and when I sat down and lit up, she was surprised. She didn’t know I was a smoker, and I pretended I’d been for a while, just usually didn’t have one at work.
We chatted for a while, but I couldn’t really look at her. I’d sat with her while she smoked before, but I’d never been fascinated by her smoking as I was today. I wanted to watch each drag, each exhale. I almost wanted to sit closer and breathe in her smoke, even as I was enjoying my own.
God, I hope I didn’t blush at all. But she sat with me until I finished, and didn’t act as if I’d done anything weird. I wonder if anyone else at work realized I’d gone out for a smoke? If maybe that girl told anyone else that I’d been with her having a puff.
Maybe I am getting addicted, because I didn’t really crave another cigarette into this evening. I was in my bedroom, watching television and getting ready for tomorrow, when I saw one of the women on the show light up. A cute blonde as well. I thought of the cigarettes, and figured three in a day wasn’t too bad, right?
As I lit up and took my first drag, I started thinking about that redhead. I wanted to meet her again. I wondered if she thought I looked sexy when I smoked. I certainly felt sexy every time I blew out the smoke. Maybe she’d take me to her place again, and I could bask in her wondrous smoke, watch her smoke with her cigarette holder. Maybe we’d kiss, make out…
It was the thought of kissing her as smoke slipped from her lips that did it.
I started playing with myself. Teasing myself through my pants. I closed my eyes, picturing her taking me to her bedroom. She didn’t even need to hold my hand; I’d follow her trail of smoke.
She tossed me onto the bed, and with this devilish smirk, slipped a cigarette into my lips.
She kept blowing smoke into my face, pecking at my cheeks, caressing me, but it wasn’t until I asked that she snapped her lighter and lit my smoke.
Maybe I shouldn’t go into detail. But the hottest part of that fantasy was having her put a cigarette in my lips, having her light it. She’d hold it herself between kisses, then return it to my lips to let me have a puff. I don’t know why, but just the idea of her making me smoke turned me on so much…
Let’s just say I really enjoyed myself.
I took the last drag of my cigarette afterwards, and laid in bed, surprised with myself. Just the thought of having masturbated to such a fantasy…
I laid there a while, thinking about it, but in the end I realized I was fine with it all. Fine with everything that’s happened.
I really enjoy smoking, and I think I’m going to keep smoking.
I actually find women smoking to be incredibly sexy.
Tomorrow, I think I’m going to go back to that nightclub. Find that redhead. Maybe she’ll be impressed. I suppose she figured it takes ten cigarettes for a woman to become accustomed to smoking. Or addicted, maybe.
Night, diary.
Part 4 – End
Dear diary,
I finished those cigarettes the redhead gave me. And I certainly feel sexy and beautiful.
When I woke up, I had this sort of nagging feeling in me. I figured that was addiction taking hold, but I didn’t feel too bothered by it. I’d already decided I was fine with becoming a smoker, after all. So I lit up, enjoyed my first cigarette of the day before I got out of bed.
When I finished, exhaling the last drag, I looked at the three cigarettes I had left. The redhead had promised me I’d be a beautiful smoker like her once I’d finished all of them, and I wanted to show her that as soon as possible. To earn her acceptance.
So I took a second cigarette and lit up, relaxing on the bed as I smoked. All the while, I fantasized about meeting her again, letting her light my cigarette, chatting and admiring her smoking, maybe even letting her take me to her home again so we could smoke together in private. God, just thinking about that silly little horny fantasy of mine…
When I finished my second smoke of the morning, I butted the cigarette. I’d put the lighter down somewhere, but couldn’t find it. I looked around, the cigarette in my lips, growing more eager for another nicotine rush and the fresh flavor of tobacco.
Then I heard her voice. “Allow me.”
She was on my bed. Clad in nothing but lacy lingerie, with a pair of horns protruding from her luscious red hair. A thin tail tipped with a spade rose up between us, and a little flame sparked from its end.
I didn’t even think of asking any questions then. I just leaned in and brought my cigarette to the light, and she did the same with her own.
As soon as I took a drag, she plucked the cigarette from my lips, letting me blow my smoke towards her before she exhaled towards me. God, it was like taking another drag, breathing in her smoke. It felt so good, smelled so wonderful.
She brought my cigarette to my lips every now and then, letting me take a puff and exhale before she drew from her own cigarette. She’d lean in, exhaling, and I tried to inhale every wisp of her smoke. Somehow it was even better than my own cigarette, or perhaps it was just the sensuality of it all. I tried to start touching myself, but her tail coiled around my wrist. “Nuh-uh,” she said, as smoke flowed from her lips, “not yet.” Her stopping me only made me even more horny.
When we each had only a few puffs left on our smokes, I heard the doorbell ring. The redhead put my cigarette in my lips, then said, “Go answer. Bring her to me.”
Somehow I had an idea of who was at my door so early in the morning. Thankfully I still had my pyjamas on. I took the last drag of the cigarette before I opened the door. Tabby was there, and I could tell she didn’t like the smell of smoke that greeted her.
Still, she apologized for what she’d said the other day, about being so judgy about my smoking. That even if it was a disgusting and unhealthy habit, it was my choice and she didn’t want to hurt a friend.
I asked her to come along with me, and she was a bit confused, but agreed to it.
As soon as I brought her into the bedroom, I saw the redhead take a long drag from her cigarette. Tabby only noticed her for a split-second before the redhead kissed her.
I could see it in Tabby’s eyes. The redhead breathing her captivating smoke into Tabby’s lungs, bringing her the same bliss and enthrallment her smoke had once ensnared me in. I almost came right there and then, especially as the redhead pulled away and smoke drifted from Tabby’s mouth and nostrils.
The redhead snapped her fingers, and her long cigarette holder appeared between them. She placed the last cigarette from her case in it, then gave it to me. “A special way of celebrating you becoming such a sexy smoker,” she said with a wink, before she lit my cigarette with the flame at the end of her tail.
She guided me to the bed, where I laid down, and she sat at the edge with Tabby. The redhead took deep drags of her cigarette, then leaned in close to exhale into Tabby’s face. At first, Tabby didn’t seem to react much. Then she started visibly inhaling deeply each time the redhead basked her in smoke, leaning in closer, their faces nearly touching each time…
By then, I was masturbating eagerly. Taking long puffs from my cigarette. I wanted to come, I wanted to finish this last cigarette so badly…
Just as the redhead gave Tabby another smoke-filled kiss, I took the last puff from my cigarette — and my body erupted into pleasure. I screamed, moaned, gasped. It was the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life, better than I could have ever imagined. All because I’d been able to watch two beautiful women enjoy lovely smoke…
As I cooled down after my orgasm, I watched the redhead snap her fingers. Another cigarette appeared in her fingers, which she lit with her tail. I wanted one too, right then and there.
So I snapped my fingers, just like hers, and one appeared from thin air in my hand too. I placed it in my holder, lit it with the flame from my own tail…
Then I had an idea.
Smiling, I crawled closer to Tabby. “You’re really enjoying our smoke, aren’t you?” Tabby could only nod.
Giggling, I put the cigarette in her lips. She immediately pulled on the smoke, coughing at first, but by the time she finished that first cigarette, she was getting the hang of it.
It’s only noon now, but I have the feeling tonight is going to be a lot of fun. Tabby’s on her seventh cigarette as I write this, and she’s making out with my mistress now — she’s practically sucking the smoke from the redhead’s lungs with every kiss, yet still taking drags in-between each one. It won’t be long now until she’s a sexy
smoker like us. Then perhaps the three of us can share our habit with some of our other friends.
Toodles, diary.