how i learned i have a smoking fetish!

 

I was in the kitchen making a sandwich one day when I opened a draw to grab a knife. There next to the cutlery tray was a packet of Marlboro menthol cigarettes. It wasn’t uncommon for my mother to leave spare packets of cigarettes around the house, and then complain she could never find them. But this time when I saw them my heart began thumbing against my chest and my nipples grew stiff, protruding through my thin t-shirt.

I stared down at the packet for a moment before reaching inside the draw and clutching them nervously in my tiny hand. Amazed at how light the packet felt I flicked the top open and counted fourteen white filtered cigarettes. I suddenly felt weak with excitement and my stomach tightened.

At this point I had no intention of lighting one of the cigarettes, but I was curiously aroused and wanted to know how one would feel and look between my fingers.

Before pulling out a cigarette I raised the packet to my nose and inhaled deeply. My pussy began twitching between my legs as the sweet aroma of unlit tobacco and mint filled my nostrils. I couldn’t understand why I felt so hot and horny, but right at that moment I didn’t care. I reached into the packet with my thumb and forefinger and carefully pulled out a cigarette.

I held the cigarette between two fingers, the way my mother would, and felt another pulse between my legs as I enjoyed the sight of the thin, all white cigarette against my red polished nails.

I turned to look at myself through the fireplace mirror. I thought I looked hot, and if I didn’t, I certainly felt it as my curiosity pushed me a little further. I placed the filter between my lips and sucked hard. Then, removing the unlit cigarette from my mouth I pretended to inhale the imaginary smoke. I sucked the air deep into my lungs and closed my eyes. The taste of mint quickly filled my mouth, awakening my sensitive taste buds as I slid my free hand into my blouse and squeezed my braless breasts.

The tension was building up so much that I thought I was about to explode. I opened my eyes and looked down at the cigarette, still poised between my fingers.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, suddenly realizing what I had done. The cigarette filter was no longer white. Instead, it was stained with my peach colored lipstick. I knew I couldn’t put the cigarette back into the packet without my mother finding out, but something inside of me was stopping me from throwing it in the bin.

It was like having an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other as I stared down at the cigarette. With my heart racing, my nipples aching, and my pussy throbbing, I gave into the devil and placed the cigarette back into my mouth and reached for the cigarette lighter.

‘After all, it’s only one cigarette’ I thought. I sucked the smoke into my mouth but quickly blew it out again. The smoke tasted strong and felt hot in my mouth. After smoking half of the cigarette this way I decided to try a real inhale. Carefully taking a smaller drag I inhaled the thick smoke down into my body. My throat burnt and caused me to cough the smoke back out. I tried it a few more times before I actually managed to inhale and then exhale the smoke properly.

Once I was able to do that I felt the poison fill me. Taking another slow inhale, my body shook in anticipation. Begging me to please it. Without hesitation I dropped on the floor right here in the kitchen and placed my free hand down my pants. rubbing my clit I took another slow inhale of the cigarette. I moaned while exhaling, feeling the cig coat my throat with its cold menthol. My tiny frame shivered from pleasure. It would be so easy to climax here and now, but I forced myself to wait. I wanted to enjoy this so painfully slow. I took in another inhale and felt lightheaded. I slid over to where I could see myself in the mirror and pushed in my fingers. I moaned so loudly and watched as the person I no longer recognize exhale the smoke as the words came out. There in the mirror was someone else entirely. Someone who enjoyed something that seemed so bad but felt so good. The person in the mirror took another hit of the poison stick, and I watched as her fingers moved faster. Begging now for her climax. I noticed that the cig was almost gone now. Only a 4^th remained. I didn’t want this to be over. Didn’t want to give up my new found pleasure.

“oh god” I moaned. My body was tensing. My back was arching. I could feel the walls of my pussy closing. I knew it was only a matter of seconds now. If I was going to climax I was determined to do it right. I placed my cigarette on my peach colored lips and sucked in one big inhale. My lungs burned in agony but it was such a pleasureful feeling. I could feel my throat freezing from the menthol. My arms and legs protruded goosebumps making me shiver. I held my breath in for as long as I could until my brain told me it desperately needed oxygen. When I exhaled I blew it towards the mirror and watched it bounce off and fade. My body collapsed the rest of the way on the ground and I groaned so loudly as I climaxed. The pure ecstasy of it was such an overwhelming euphoric feeling. Suddenly I took a breath a felt the bitterness of the oxygen fill my lungs and for once in my life I hated it. I laid on the floor, breathless. I looked over to my cigarette and watched the last little embers burn out.