Smoking Fetish – Let Me Blow You Away
It was early in the morning and I decided to take a trip to my local coffee shop. I love sitting outside in the crisp air, sipping my coffee, and enjoying a smoke. That is when I noticed him. He was just sitting across from me with that look in his eyes. The look of lust and desire that I know all too well. I was packing my pack of cigarettes getting ready for the first smoke of the day. His eyes were so fixed on my every motion I knew he had to have a naughty little smoking fetish. I was more than happy to indulge him.
I transferred my pack from one hand to the other, smacking the top against my palms. His bounced with each stinging smack. It was almost like he didn’t even notice I was looking right at him, or maybe he just didn’t care. As I pulled off the cellophane, he licked his lips as if he was anticipating my next move. I have talked to plenty of guys with a smoking fetish, but never one so fixated on the little details. It was all fun and games letting him watch from a distance, but I wanted to see if I could shake him up a bit.
I lifted the lid and pulled off that silver foil. As I slid out my first Marlboro menthol 100, I asked him to come join me for coffee.
He blinked as if I had broken his concentration, but did not hesitate to sit at my table. I slid my Bic lighter over to him and, with a sly smile on my face, asked him to light me up. His hands were sweating. It was obvious he never expected me to call him over. I pressed the filter to my lips, tilted my head slightly to the side, and looked into his dark eyes as he sparked my lighter.
The first inhale is always a favorite among my smoking fetish playmates and he was no different. He watched with a look of intense yearning on his face. I blew my smoke into him and he licked his lips again. We spent the next ten minutes or so making random small talk as he watched me smoke. Ask I finished up, I thanked him for joining me and just like that, I left. I still hope to run into him again for another smoke break.