First and foremost, it must be stated that I am not the author of the following untitled work of fiction.

So, why have I chosen to feature it here? Is it because it is an exceptional bit of writing, impressive through its structure, its ‘voice,’ its phrasing and presentation? No. It’s impressive, alright, but not due to any of that. Is it representative of literary genius? Is it poetically expressive, or does it poignantly state an important message? No again. None of the above. To me, it is just libido heightening. In that sense, I guess it is well written.

Well, aside from being a steamy, teasing yarn (in my opinion), which through the goodness of my benevolent heart I now feel the need to share; this story also holds some personal significance. It happens to be the earliest erotic story I had stumbled upon after purchasing, unboxing and starting up my very first PC, way back in the early 1990s.

It’s so typical; isn’t it? Here was this powerful technology; the advent of the “‘home’ computer era” still fresh within its burgeoning phase of being made affordable and widely available to the public at large. So, what did a conscientious, knowledge-craving male like me do after acquiring this awesome and wondrous tool? What was his first move once this latest testament to humankind’s seemingly boundless ingenuity was at his fingertips, and within the first fleeting moments of plugging into the grand and vast, information-laden WWW? Why, look for pornography, of course!

Well, in my defense, I must say that curiosity was the core motivating factor spurring my initial searches. As a long-time hardcore fetishist, I had dealt with my “affliction” alone within the dark corners of my own head for a considerable period, starting in pubescence/adolescence and growing stronger through adulthood.

[ By the way, if you’d like to learn about the developmental personal history concerning this obsession of mine, I encourage you to read my story; it’s an ongoing autobiographical account, which I am currently publishing in installments right here on this blog. PART ONE can be perused here, with all other chapters accessible through links provided in site navigation, as well as existing on the “Story” page; a link to which is shown on the side navigation under “Categories.” ]

So, through my first browser searches, it was only natural for me to have felt the need to satisfy a burning desire to know; to finally see if the fears I had built up in my brain—not only about being alone in this preoccupation, but also about being severely psychologically impaired due to this peculiar kink of mine—were true, or if in fact there were others, possibly a great number of other tortured souls, who were similarly obsessed.

To my relief, I quickly found out the latter chance of hope held true, to which your presence here on my blog, reading text and viewing images can attest. Well… that is not proof of the obsession’s acceptability; I know. It merely proves that I’m not alone. But, I’ll take assurance anywhere I can get it!

And then, adding to the excitement building in my brain over this discovery, and while experiencing these reassuring epiphanies, one of my first searches produced this very short little dirty ditty-of-a-tale! I was amazed and immediately drawn in, not only mind-blown over the thrust of the story’s direct dealings with smoke fetishism, and with such explicit sexual descriptiveness. I was also taken by the fact that it appeared to be emphasizing many of the offshoot fetishes—lipstick, make-up, etc; stuff of outcropping obsessions—which had seemed to develop in strength right along side of the smoking obsession within my deviant little thoughts through the years!

Anyway, as promised, here is that untitled story, written by someone who went by the handle “meyer” someone/something-or-other… For the sake of labels, we’ll call the hot story “Cassie’s Story.” …I know, so clever; right?

PS: One other thing—I must say that I had found several permutations/re-writes of the original text back in the day. I can’t remember the source from which I had acquired the following rendition. This file has found its way onto one successive fresh hard drive after another through the years. And, I can tell you that over time, countless sperm cells were spent reading the “trigger” phrases! OKAY! I know, I know! You didn’t need to hear that last bit! My apologies…

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Cassie’s Story

by “meyer” so-‘n’-so

Cassie moved closer to John on the couch as they watched a movie they had rented. Unconsciously, he put his arm around her shoulders, not taking his eyes from the action on the screen. 

Having grown bored some minutes earlier, Cassie decided to take control of the situation and launch an attempt at getting John’s mind away from the movie and onto her body, where it belonged. 

Abruptly, she shrugged off his arm and got up from the sofa, her lithe form moving across the room toward the table where her purse sat. After reaching into the bag, her hand emerged, now grasping a pack of Marlboro Light 100’s and a lighter.  A smile of satisfaction crossed her face as she noticed John tense up a bit in anticipation. It was an ever-so-slight, subtle change in his demeanor; but a perceptible one, nevertheless. Already she knew how easy it was going to be to seduce him. 

Still smiling, Cassie sauntered back to the couch. She sat down, only a little farther away from John this time, watching him as he fought to keep his eyes on the television. 

The click of her lighter pierced the soundtrack like a firecracker, and she almost laughed as saw him flinch. From that moment on, she knew John would be taking peeks at her every few seconds, trying to catch her as she made a slow, full exhale from deep in her chest. 

She pulled hard from the cigarette on this first drag, her moist lips molding around the filter as she inhaled deeply. Right on schedule John’s face turned toward her. 

Normally she would turn her head just the slightest bit towards him and blow a full stream of smoke at just the right angle for him to see perfectly. But tonight she wanted him to work for his pleasures. So, instead, she turned away so all he could see was the dissipating cloud around her head. 

John groaned almost audibly but let his attention return to the movie. Cassie was tormenting him tonight, worse than usual, and he had a feeling it would get worse before it got better. Already his pants were becoming too tight in the crotch as the aroma of her smoke filled the air and sifted to his nose.

When he turned back to face Cassie, he saw that she had put on fresh lipstick; a dark red shade which looked stunning with her red hair.  She’d already been wearing a brownish eye shadow that made her look dark and glamorous, and this time when she took a drag, she held it for a moment and then treated him to a perfect profile view of the exhale. 

John forgot about the movie at that moment, as her hand came to rest lightly, then stroke his thigh through his jeans.  Cassie closed her eyes and took another drag from the long white cigarette, her nails scraping gently across the bulge in his jeans. He gasped in time with her out-breath and leaned in towards her. 

Knowing that he wanted her to kiss him with her hot, smoky breath, she teased him, leaning in while barely touching her lips to his, and then pulling back before his open mouth could suck her in.

Deliberately, mischievously, Cassie leaned close to John and sucked on the cigarette, taking a hot drag just inch from his face.  As she opened her lush lips to inhale, he watched the ball of smoke disappear in an instant from her mouth and down into her lungs.  She held it there for a few seconds, then blew it out in a full stream just past his ear while wrapping both of her arms around his neck to pull him in. 

John lunged forward, thrusting his tongue inside Cassie’s sweet mouth, feeling the ridges of her teeth and playing with her full lips and warm tongue.  The taste of remnant smoke in her mouth excited him beyond belief. That excitement grew from the effect of feeling her hand busily undoing his pants. It freed his stiffened cock, and she then began to stroke. 

Her other hand, holding the cigarette, came once again to her mouth, and she pulled deeply on the filter.  Without exhaling first, she crushed her mouth to his and started kissing him, slowly breathing the smoke into his mouth.

The combination of the smoke-laced kisses and her hand pumping his engorged dick was becoming overwhelming to him, and he felt his chest start to constrict in the familiar tightness that precedes an orgasm. 

Cassie sensed his nearness and took one more drag on the Marlboro, ultimately blowing the smoke in a tight stream directly into his face before kissing him hungrily on the lips within the cloud as she continued jerking him off.  Immediately, his cock exploded, spraying thick come all over her jacking hand and wrist.

She stroked him until he stopped shuddering, then licked the semen from her hand and swallowed it down, knowing that seeing her eat his jism would get him turned on all over again, and ready to fuck. 

Of course, she had some other ways to get him hard again in mind as well, she thought with dark amusement as she lit another cigarette…