As you probably have already guessed about me and my tastes in film and art, I have an intense love of classic film noir as a movie genre, and I have an affinity for the pulp readers published during the golden era. The cover illustrations, produced by many extremely talented artists, were almost always provocative.
The illustrations shown above appeared on both the original and reprinted publications as book covers for this novel (It’s a good read, by the way; a gritty noir PI story.)
The first is by an artist/photographer(?) unknown to me. The second, a re-release, was done by illustrator Rudy Nappi, a favorite of mine from that steamy and sexy era of pulp.
Quickly sketched in three layers on a Gaomon digital drawing pad. David Downton-inspired—not anywhere near as good, but influenced by his work, just the same.
…add the postliminary letters “a-l-e-x-a-n-d-r-a” in just that order, and you’ve expressed a near-perfect synonym for “lovely.”
A Dissertation—more of a smitten mini rant—to an Astounding Beauty (with images).
If I were to state that five feet seven inches tall model Elle Alexandra (aka Ashley Beth Bohannon) possesses the natural beauty, charm, and grace, not to mention a sincere unadulterated cuteness, while effortlessly exuding raw sexual magnetism and enormously effective erotic vibes, it would be a colossal understatement. In my mind, saying all of that still wouldn’t be enough. As it is in numbers, writing out the largest figure in an attempt to express infinity is an exercise in futility and quite impossible. Whatever large number I’d write would be no closer to expressing infinity than writing zero.
For me, the concept of “beauty” or “state of beautiful” has nuanced meaning and is visible, or is expressed in many ways. It exists within a multi-shaded medley. First, an agile intellect is important; it’s not just about thoughtfulness, or readied critical thinking, though, but it’s in a way of thinking and expressing one’s thoughts. Eloquence, humor, playfulness, and empathy are prerequisites. Of course, I’m writing in general terms. But, it’s a subjective thing, and a complex opinion to explain.
Insofar as outward physical visuals go, for me, faces are the most important: eyes [!], nose, hair, mouth, ears; general expressive physiognomy has a profound effect on me. Where my tastes are concerned, everything else carries little weight—the rest being superfluous featuring. Now, to be clear, I’m not talking about the notion of “‘perfect’ professional model facial beauty” as dictated through expectations imagined within popular opinion ratings standards. To me, the idea of “perfection” is highly nuanced, as well. Perfect visage beauty is found in imperfections. Again, it’s all subjective; isn’t it?
While, admittedly, I do not have even the foggiest notion as to where on any scale Elle’s IQ/mental capacity would fall—if she’s “well-read,” thoughtful, empathetic, etc. (although,this brief interview and this bio write-upare both intriguing and reassuring)—nor, do I know a great deal about her demeanor; but, I do glean a pleasurable, favorable feeling from her incredible face.
In short; WOW! She gives great countenance! Sorry…I couldn’t avoid the sexual connotation.
With all of that said, in this post, I will present a humble smattering of Elle visual stimuli—both smoking and non-smoking—in an attempt to scratch the surface of even beginning to support/justify that first paragraph I’d written. I’ll fall short; of this I’m certain. However, I’m willing to give it a try.
I know, I know!; some of you might be saying: “But, George; you’ve posted stuff concerning her before!” Yes, I have; and I’m glad you’ve noticed. But let’s make it official. To set a blog record, let’s make this post ceremonious by referring to it as a shrine—feeble in quantity as it will appear.
We’ll start with a Youtube post showing something she did at SheSmokes.com—a presently idle and discontinued/now un-updated smoking fetish site—back in 2013; this was the very first bit-o’ Elle Alexandra imagery revealed to my awestruck eyes. Click on the GIF below to access the YT post…
(Dare I employ the overused word “perfect”? Some may agree, some not. Okay, then—“near-perfect”? At any rate, for smoking fetishists like me, this video offering is a four-minutes-and-forty-eight seconds delicious combination of incomparable freckled, redheaded bliss and torture.)
Here’s more!
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Above: Elle Alexandra with Sadie Holmes in a shoot for shesmokes.com (2015)—To me, every drag, every perfect, streaming exhale Elle executes are demonstrations in the arts of sensuality and eroticism.
Below: Elle, in all her freckled natural beauty, from another shesmokes.com shoot back in 2014
Since posting a reference clip to the noir classic “Out of the Past” (1947) earlier, I’ve been in a Greer frame of mind. Here are a few images of Jane Greer—some promo shots, some actual scenes—centered around the release of that dark noir masterpiece.
For me, the above-featured Fleming clip constitutes a most memorable exhale and one of the most overall erotically teasing smoking moments I can think of. It, along with many film moments like it, was an early contributor to the development of my obsession/fetish/lust. I distinctly remember—when at a tender age, laying on the rug in the living room of my parents’ house in front of the 13-inch TV tube console—feeling “funny” while viewing this scene for the first time, flickering across that screen. Yes, that little thing, a defining moment; the heat I felt was undeniable.
NOTE: And by the way, “Out of the Past” is one of the best hard-boiled detective, but nonetheless, sensuous film noir offerings in American cinema! The acting is superb, the characters are thoroughly fleshed out, and the dialogue crackles—it is so well written! I cannot recommend seeing this more fervently! Stream it soon!
“Out of the Past” film was based on the pulp fiction novel “Build My Gallows High” (1946)—Writer: Geoffrey Homes (pseudonym of Daniel Mainwaring).Although officially credited for the screenplay, his draft was treated to rewrites by Frank Fenton, and, one of my personal favorite pulp noir writers, James M. Cain (of “The Postman Always Rings Twice”, “Double Indemnity”, and “Mildred Pierce” fame.)
Looking for the novel will be a letdown. It is rare. From the copies that are available, prices are prohibitive.
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A bonus provocative Fleming exhale from another film!
Oh, my word! “Help me Rhonda…help, help me, Rhonda!”
Below is the official blurb from her dedicated page at SmokingSweeties
“Lorena feels on this video as the Smoking Diva she is. She smokes 7 cigarettes along the video, the scenes have been selected from a recent video shooting. She smokes naturally, with ease, while walking and having a drink in a terrace. The video contains only the moments that Lorena drags her cigarette, holds the smoke and exhales, and because her drags are continuous, the video cuts are smooth and natural. With each drag, the cigarette dances erecting vertically in her lips as her cheeks hollow hungrily with each drag.”
My reaction to the above GIFfy display? George concurs with Lucille…
Click on the lovely image above to view the YouTube feature.
A smoking fetish feature I’ve produced spotlighting just beautiful drags and perfect exhales.
Music: Époustouflé: dans cette profondeur ~ by me, your only logical choice – GLTyerbyter… Paid for by the “Tyerbyter For Political Solutions Committee,” Sector R.
An admittedly short GIF file of Anne Bancroft in “7 Women” (1965), John Ford’s last directorial effort. A great drag and exhale, though, and in a good film: one within which she smokes quite frequently! Some lovely holding shots, many drags, dangles and a few nose exhales, as well. She is positively striking in this film! (My opinion)
Oh, to be Mel Brooks at this time!
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Thrown in for good measure, here’s a movie poster depicting her being ravaged from behind—by Woody Strode—while she’s smoking. It didn’t happen in the film, but it’s decadent fun imagining it, anyway. *heh*
“Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to seduce me!…Aren’t you?“*gulp*
Mary Tyler Moore and Dick Van Dyke between takes on the set of The Dick Van Dyke Show 1961-1966
Mary Tyler Moore — No lovelier three words have ever been spoken. Without going into my usual tedious detail, the least I could say is that Mary was a phenomenon; she was an impactful force of comedic talent—a skill, by the way, she quite literally “picked up” and very quickly acquired right after being hired to do The Dick Van Dyke Show[!]—as well as being a gifted dancer and singer, to go along with her obvious beauty and charm. She easily lived up to the very definition behind that old show business term “triple threat.”
Obviously, much, much more could be said here about this talented, witty, intelligent and beautiful perfect storm called “Mary Tyler Moore,” and about the groundbreaking show “The Dick Van Dyke Show”—incredibly groundbreaking on multiple levels—but I’ll spare you my opinions; at least for now. She’ll crop up in later posts; on that, you can bet!.
The shot above : Mary Tyler Moore smoking, standing with Dick Van Dyke between takes on the set of The Dick Van Dyke Show (1961-1966). Although one of the show’s sponsors was Kent cigarettes, photographs or video of MTM partaking are rare. However, the cast, including Mary, did act in commercial spots—advertisements produced by the show and aired during ad breaks.
I’ve just purchased the 2012 Blu-ray release of the entire series. The box set includes the aforementioned ads. Check back to this blog for GIF files and photos in the near future.
Fetish obsession note:
MTM played a significant role in the development of my “affliction”; my penchant for lovely women, and especially for smoking women. She is referenced in an upcoming chapter of my ongoing personal story being published on this blog. Her resemblance to one of my aunts back during the days when this series was being aired, is striking, to say the least.
R.I.P: Mary, Carl, Rose Marie, Morey, Richard, Jerry and Jerry, Ann, Sheldon and Danny. Not enough thanks can be expressed for all the years of joy and laughter.
Regular visitors to this site will notice that I have posted both of the above-featured GIF files in various entries on this blog with some frequency. I’ve used them as accompanying images within text/story posts, as well as featuring them in my side widget imagery. The model somewhat resembles an aunt of mine; of how she looked way back in my sordid past.
Recently, one of my blog patrons had asked me about her. Unfortunately, I can only relate the following:
She has haunted my external hard drives—parallel any innuendo you wish from that last bit*grin*—along with generating heat within my most fevered dreams for quite some time, now, at least since 2006, as the calendar behind her would suggest. Her face is extraordinary, and those exhales—my, word! I saved them many years ago, but for the life of me I cannot recall their original source. To this day, I still have no idea who she is.
If anyone viewing this post has any information leading to the identification of this model—my guess is she hails from amateur status—or, if one of you is privy to the location of archived video footage somewhere, or any other information which may turn out to be helpful, please drop me a line. I’ll do the research on your findings, verify the legitimacy thereof, and give credit to you within either the form of an update to this post, or within a new entry.
Thanks to a member practitioner and fellow fetishist over at Smoking Fetish Kingdom forum, the model has been identified as (appropriately enough/aptly named) “Bratty Jamie”!
More imagery is forthcoming, of that I can assure you!
Aside from “The Paper Chase” (1973) being a great film—my opinion, of course— which, among other factors adding to its greatness, features an academy award-winning performance given by the sardonically brilliant John Houseman; it accrues an extra star rating just for having Lindsay Wagner as a cast member, and in a scene within which she is smoking; a scene replete with full drag, snap inhale and a beautifully teasing natural exhale while she smiles playfully!
If I sound crazy—giving such a detailed account of her every smoking movement—it’s because I am. However, you would only need to ask any other fetishist; not just about Lindsay, but concerning assessments they might offer when viewing/reviewing any examples of women indulging to come to the same conclusion. You would quickly notice that we all sound the same! …Crazy. lol
Of course, some of us (imagine seeing me point to myself) are a little more verbose.
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PS — As a side note:
Back in the day, I would live for those inevitable moments during any given “[The] Bionic Woman” episode when Jaime (Lindsay) would have to employ her bionic hearing. The scene always included footage shot involving the camera zooming in on Lindsay’s incredibly lovely face, while quickly scanning over to the side of her head where her hand is seen pulling her hair back behind her bionic ear. I don’t know why that was a point of sexual significance for me; but who can clearly explain how the psychology surrounding the libido works? The intensity of the fire behind those seemingly big lustful blazes is almost always the end result of many tiny, almost unnoticeable sparks.
I mean, on its face, it’s silly enough; right? With superhuman hearing, she still found it necessary to pull back a relatively thin veil of sexy hair in order to hear a whispered conversation happening 6 city blocks away.
I just started watching the very dark, neo-noir-intense-UK-based “police drama” titled “The Vice”: an older series which ran on ITV from 1999 through 2003.
Instead of critiquing it, and/or getting into a deep dive review of its intricacies, I’m opting to skip right to recommending that you seek it out and watch these brooding, true noir episodes unfold.
“True noir?” you may ask. Oh yes! There are no happy endings to any of the episodic events, no comforting resolves or wrap-ups. Only fatalistic hardcore noir with brief pauses in the intensity as you walk from one shadowy ending, around an unlit corner, and stride right into another dark beginning.
The main cast is headed,*at first, by Ken Stott, and (mostly) revolves around the exploits, trials and tribulations of his character “Inspector Pat Chappel”— a somewhat gruff, frumpy type who heads the vice division within MPS of London; a savvy, compassionate copper whose character is fraught with flaws and “issues” developed through a checkered past. In my mind, Chappel is a character Dashiell Hammett would have dreamed up; in many ways—not all, but some—he’s a man right out of the Continental Op mold.
And, of course, there’s “P.C. Cheryl Hutchins,” one of Inspector Chappel’s underlings, played deftly by the subject of this blog entry, Caroline Catz. You will not be able to look away while you watch Caroline’s brilliant portrayal of her ever-evolving character as she moves from scene to scene.
Everyone is phenomenal in this series—the writers, directors, techs, and other actors; I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the powerful screen presence of David Harewood who is simply wonderful as “Sergeant/Inspector Joe Robinson“—and Catz is no exception! Most notably, her performance in the episode “Hooked” is both riveting and unsettling! No. There will be no spoilers here. I won’t go into any more detail.
And, what kind of a smoking fetish blog post would this be if I didn’t direct your attention to that aspect of this series; hmm? Well, there are numerous breathtaking “moments” peppering this series, one of which can be seen in a gif file just a scroll or two below!
As further incentive, I can tell you that not only are there scenes of Catz blowing off an occasional **“fag”(**no USA readers; I’m not being homophobic! It is an old Brit slang term for cigarette), but there are several other beautiful characters who partake here-and-there, as well.
(One spoiler)The main cast line-up changes somewhat in the middle of the series’ lifespan.
UPDATE(As of July 16, 2022): The series has been picked up by Britbox and is currently streaming to subscribers.
♩♬♫♪ Ah! Sweet mystery of life, AT LAST, I've found thee! Ah! I know at last the secret of it all! All the longing, seeking, striving, waiting, yearning! ♩♬♫♪
Model: “Desiree” from the UK site Smokingsweeties.com
Words become woefully inadequate to me while trying to properly communicate the effect, to even come close to describing the extent of fluster such imagery produces within me. It must come down to something I hate; resorting to the use of annoying emojis!
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Momma Mary, Joe and the all-powerful, all-knowing, highly-influential deified infant his-very-self…SAVE ME!
I’m in desperate need of brake realignment, or a lube and an oil change, or some other suggestive, filthy-minded automotive metaphor!
Anne Francis — September 16, 1930 – January 2, 2011
From the short-lived television series “Honey West” (1965-1966). Francis’ obvious seductively beautiful features aside, “Honey West” is most notable for being the first television show which bore the title of a female detective character’s name.
The incomparably-enticing Lee Remick—bruised, but still enticing.
The GIF file and the three photos above it are from the ground-breaking 1959 release of director Otto Preminger’s “Anatomy of a Murder.”
Remick turns in a stellar, sensuality-laced portrayal of Laura Manion, a sexy, free-spirited young married woman who becomes the victim of an apparent violent rape. Her husband, Lieutenant Frederick Manion(”Manny”), a career military man played by Ben Gazzara, exacts revenge by killing her rapist. Those elements alone would be the basis of an interesting tale. However, ambiguity swirls around within the storyline, laying the seeds of doubt as to the veracity of Laura’s and Manny’s characters throughout this brilliantly conceived screenplay; all of which makes for an even more taut drama.
The film begins within the aftermath of the rape and murder, weaving the story concerning the details of the events through the ensuing courtroom trial where Lt. Manion is defended by his lawyer, Paul Biegler, portrayed by the versatile James Stewart. George C. Scott, Eve Arden, and Author O’Connell, among others, also give fine performances, as well.
Parenthetically, but most notably—and an extremely fascinating fact, as well—through a stroke of casting genius (thanks in part to a suggestion made by Spencer Tracy’s assistant), Preminger called on real-life counselor/lawyer Joseph N. Welch to play the role of the trial judge. In US history, Welch constitutes a significant footnote within the evolution of the American saga.
Along with other important events, of course—in part,I am referring to the role Edward R. Murrow played in challenging the legitimacy of McCarthy’s reign of terror, not to mention the eventual senatorial censure in 1954—it was partly due to Welch’s conduct in his role as chief counsel for the US Army during the “Army-McCarthy hearings” which helped in deflating the demagogic, gasbag Republican senator from Wisconsin, Joseph McCarthy, while going far in at least beginning to perpetuate a conclusion to the dark, right-wing nightmare that was “McCarthyism.”
Opposition to Joseph McCarthy and what he represented made its way into pop culture. Here, artist Walt Kelly lampooned McCarthy by introducing the character “Simple J. Malarkey” to audiences through his wildly popular comic strip “Pogo” in 1953.
Among the important factors that make this movie significant surrounds its sensitive subject matter—its then-deemed ‘bold’ sexual language (the existence of which motivated a legal ruling that temporarily banned its showing in Chicago), and the sexually-repressive time frame within which it was released.
But mostly, in my opinion, it represented an early and brave, in-the-face, direct challenge to The Motion Picture Production Code, better known as the “Hays Code”—a set of “moral” conduct production “standards/guidelines”—concocted by prominent Christian religious figures at the time, then presented to, adopted and dictated by the industry’s trade association called the Motion Picture Producers and Distributors of America (MPPDA), whose president was Will H. Hays, a former chairman of the Republican National Committee (RNC), as a self-regulating censoring tool.
Also, as a musician, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the fact that this film prominently features a phenomenal soundtrack; its music was brilliantly scored and performed by one of my all-time favorites, jazz legend Duke Ellington (who, incidentally, appears in a brief-but-memorable scene)! The high trumpet note hit at the very end of the film is one for the record books!
Oh, and by the way; “Anatomy of a Murder” is the only place where you get to hear brilliant, sometimes-comedic character actor Howard McNear—most popularly known to US audiences for his role as the gossipy, breathy-voiced, vague-and-somewhat-slow-witted, “Floyd Lawson,” proprietor of Mayberry’s local barber shop on the mostly squeaky-clean 1960s TV series “The Andy Griffith Show“—who, while playing a witnessing doctor taking the stand in one of the courtroom scenes, utters the sentence; “They wanted me to make a test for the presence of sperm…on the person of a Mrs. Frederick Manion…” ツ
German designers obviously thought so highly of Ava that they gave her top billing on this poster. Unless of course, they were listing in alphabetical order.
Where do I begin suggesting Ava Gardner films? Since I hold a strong preference for the stylistic movie-making genre of film noir, especially those shadowy, fatalistic films produced in Hollywood during the golden era in the 1940s, I guess I’ll focus my selective eye there.
So, in my opinion, an excellent start for Gardner films would be the taut, suspenseful, plot-heavy crime drama noir “The Killers” released in 1946. As a tense pot-boiler, to me this tenebrous film represents everything a meaty film noir motion picture should be, including the essential fatalistic ending. As a point in fact, you actually get to see one of many grim endings play out within the first 20 minutes of the film. If you’re wondering what I meant by the phrase “one of many,” I suggest that you view this magnificent film.
This scene depicts the moments before “The Swede” takes the “big sleep.”
Insofar as I’m concerned, you can’t go wrong with this pick! Its dark, weaving plot is based on an Ernest Hemingway story; a tale which is further improved upon with an excellent screenplay officially credited to Anthony Veiller, but was co-written, along with Richard Brooks, by the great John Huston (uncredited). The thing which makes this screenplay unique is its pace. It parts from traditional narrative structure via the use of a series of flashbacks while communicating information in bits and pieces to audiences gleaned through an ongoing investigation of facts.
Add to this mix of talent vivid black and white cinematography (Elwood “Woody” Bredell ), flawless editing (Arthur Hilton), adept direction by Robert Siodmak, a great soundtrack by composer Miklós Rózsa—the musical theme will be one I’m sure you’ll recognize…its iconic underpinning phrasing was used in the “Dragnet” radio series in the late 1940s through the 1950s, as well as the TV series during the late 1960s starring Jack Webb and Harry Morgan—and there, on the screen you have it; extraordinary movie-making art. Throw in fabulous acting performances by Burt Lancaster, Edmond O’Brien, William Conrad, AND of course, Ava Gardner, and you get film noir at its finest!
Incidentally, Ava’s stunning beauty and sensuality will absolutely overload your senses!
Momma Mary and Joe! *pant!*…
*ahem*…Sorry. My libido went into overdrive.
Oh well, here’s a final gif image; one that’s not in the movie, but well worth posting!
Another longtime obsession of mine; the incomparably lovely Ava Gardner, femme fatal extraordinaire! The gif above is a brief scene taken from the film noir classic “The Bribe” (1949).
Ava Gardner was, and still is, a genuine standout! Besides honed acting skills, she possessed a remarkable beauty which even today defies description. The term “goddess” is overused. However, in Ava’s case, I think the application is justified. I can only nod my head in reverence with eyes shut, and thank goodness for film! Because of it, we can still experience her. We can stare in wonder, and be overwhelmed by her anew. Even though she has long gone, because of film, I stand in awe, filled with gratitude that there is a vivid record of this stunning phenomenon!
Anna Karina as Nana Kleinfrankenheim in Jean-Luc Godard’s “Vivre sa vie : film en douze tableaux” (1962).
And, before anyone comments…YES! I am obsessed with her, as a cursory glance through my archive will confirm!
A beautifully conceived, written and directed scene. (Ah…*sigh*…My heart longs for substantive conversations such as depicted. The art is lost in modern films, and in everyday modern life.)…
Another model of whose imagery I can never get enough is British goddess Paige Turnah. She appeared quite frequently in multiple posts on my old-and-now-defunct Tumblr blog. As a matter of fact, she was the feature in the blog’s header image.
“Sexy” is too inadequate of a term to even begin using while describing Paige!
I normally don’t frequent this site mainly because most of the material I’ve seen featured there does not showcase models who actually inhale, but I’m making an exception in the case of this alluring model.
To those of you who know me and who are well aware of my infatuation, my passion, my undying admiration for the great Danish-French new wave film star Anna Karina, I offer an apology. You’ve seen me post countless tributes to her both here and on my old, now-defunct Tumblr sites. You’re probably sick of my behavior by now; correct? And rightly so! It’s embarrassing even to me when I consider how much blog space I’ve devoted to images of Anna, and how many blubbering, star-struck paragraphs I’ve typed in praise of her.
However, be that as it may, undaunted, I will continue to erect love-laced blog post shrines such as this while hoping you’ll understand. Her enchanting presence, along with the work she did with director Jean-Luc Godard in the 1960s are timeless to me, and will forever hold my heart in the grip of obsession.
So, here are even more alluring visions; images grabbed from favorite films, which I’ve collected over the years. Sorry for any repeats…
A debt of gratitude must be paid to Smoking Fetish Notebook follower Ken H. for his helpful reaction to my opining in a post I logged yesterday here on SFN; a post where I lamented on the apparent lack of women-of-color within internet smoking fetish material. Acting on informative tips made in a comment Ken wrote as a reply to that post, I was able to access three very good YouTube channels. I highly recommend you visit the channels I’ve linked to below!
…And you’re right, Ken! As you said; Coco’s sensual approach is quite “unbelievable!” And “Eris” leaves me breathless!
Words fail me! My reactions are diminished to passion-laced guttural noises, or just panting! If I were to pick single word superlatives, “magnificent,” or “ravishing” come to mind. I’m starving for the sight of smoking fetish imagery featuring women of color! There are just not many examples out there.
I hereby make a solemn promise to post any and all material I come across which highlight this beautiful rarity.
Mmmm…another one to conclude this post. I only wish it had featured the impending exhale!
Some time ago, a couple of us—with me added, it constitutes a few—were talking about her and speculating as to her identity, as a cursory perusal of the comments under the original blog posting of the above model will show. Due to the inevitable and unstoppable march of time, and also to the fact that early VSI/Smoking Erotica material is moving into the backwaters of staunch, old-timer fetishist’s consciousness (well, it’s that way for some of us elderly folk, anyway)—now existing in the realm of vintage—this beautiful model’s identity alluded my recollection: her name was lost amid the blur of names of all the other lovely subject studies captured in volume after volume of photo shoots done during that wonderful site’s infancy. And, there were plenty of incredibly stunning models!
Well, to shorten this already wordy update, I think I may have deduced the answer, stumbling upon it by sheer dumb luck during an unrelated browser search. Someone had posted a clip taken from the original shoot. That poster was mindful enough to include her name in the title: well, her first name, anyway, and probably her only referred name, as was the custom within some of the photo studies published; more than likely, full disclosure was legally deferred due to the model’s request.
The video was titled “Molly SE.” Sure enough, after doing a search of Smoking Erotica models at the official website—a rather lengthy listing, I might add—there she was, Molly, in all of her braided pig-tailed eroticism! NOTE: segments showed her with hair down and unfettered, her head sometimes donned in a kicky chapeau, as she sashayed, danced or otherwise deliciously teased the camera while smoking in front of a mirror. Some of you will remember that the use of a mirror was common throughout a lot of VSI production.
Now, I’m not linking to that particular video clip because it is located on an adult vid site; and as some of these sites’ safety is questionable, I do not wish to, a.) subject anyone to possible malware or virus attacks, b.) advertise for them, and c.)I’m uncertain as to how WordPress would react if I included a hot link. I don’t want to risk a blog shutdown. Lastly, I don’t want to step on the copyright “toes” of the original creator, or whomever owns the rights. What I’ve posted already is risky enough.
But, I can tell you that the clip was phenomenal! Most of that particular part of her shoot, depicted in the video, I now can recall!
So, Molly! Molly! Molly! Simply Molly!
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To Rolling Tsuchinoko andKen, I wish you enjoyment.
PS: Check back for more stand-alone GIF file posts—that is to say new blog posts of Molly, and other VSI models—in the future. I think that will be okay to do. If not, (to the copyright owners) please get in touch with me and I will remove the content if in violation. Of course, decorum prevents me from posting the more sexually explicit imagery connected with some of the VSI images. I’m trying to keep this blog “R-Rated,” as it were.
I’ve posted these gifs many times at various sites. But, no matter how many times I’ve posted and viewed them, their effect on me remains consistent. They have never lost their luster for me. Jayna’s exhale, the look in her eyes, andthatdamnedsexycrookedsmileofhers in the aftermath neverfails to enchant me. The insanely arousing combination drives my libido up the proverbial wall!
The exhale; voluminous! Her lips; incredible! The back lighting is just right, the framing exquisite, and her expression unbelievable! All combine to paint an erotic picture beyond compare!.
From a 1946 Warner Brother’s Merrie Melodies cartoon parody, spoofing one of its own 1944 releases, the Howard Hawks classic noir “To Have and Have Not”(a fantastic movie, by the way, and very sexy) within which Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart burn up the screen. The cartoon is entitled “Bacall to Arms.” And here, the Bacall cartoon counter-part struts across the room toward Bogey in a vamp tease.
A 19-year old woman's experiences of dealing with a deep, sexually rooted fascination of cigarette smoking while trying to maintain her squeaky clean image & reputation.
*gulp* …My goodness…
![Emphatic-LEE! Lee Remick "Anatomy of a Murder" [1959]](https://i0.wp.com/georgetyerbyter.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/003.jpg?w=272&h=175&ssl=1 "Emphatic-LEE! Lee Remick \"Anatomy of a Murder\" [1959]")
![Definite-LEE! Lee Remick in repose "Anatomy of a Murder" [1959]](https://i0.wp.com/georgetyerbyter.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/screen-shot-2011-04-14-at-1-46-38-am.png?w=272&h=170&ssl=1 "Definite-LEE! Lee Remick in repose \"Anatomy of a Murder\" [1959]")
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