A story for those with a smoking fetish
As a teenager in the 1970s, I had a smoking fetish. I didn’t know it at the time, and it wasn’t until I found websites on my old AOL dial-up account in the late 90s that I realized there was such a thing. Until then, I thought I was the only one.
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot of when I first met my wife, and when and how she started smoking. We were young when we met; she was still in high school, entering her last year, and I had just started college.
We had been dating about 3 or 4 months, and one night we went to a concert where it seemed everyone was smoking cigarettes except the two of us. When I saw her a day or two later, she said “so many people were smoking at the concert and it looked really good. I think I am going to try smoking. Is that ok with you?”
I was so excited that I almost came in my pants right there! I told her it wasn’t a problem for me. I wasn’t sure how she would manage it, being in high school and living with her parents, but hey, I was all for it!
She and I stopped at the corner store, and she bought a pack of Newports. I don’t know why she picked Newports, but any brand was fine with me! I can’t remember how much the cigarettes cost, probably about 25 or 30 cents a pack. She was clearly young looking, and nervous, but nobody checked IDs so it wasn’t a problem.
She opened the cigarettes, struck a match, and took a “sip“ of her first ever cigarette. She blew the smoke right out without inhaling. She said “it tastes a little minty.“ She continued to smoke the entire cigarette without inhaling. We were out pretty much all day, and she probably had about five or six cigarettes. By the time she got to the third or fourth one, she was doing some shallow inhaling. Her parents had smoked her entire life, so she knew about inhaling from watching them. The smoke that came back out of her mouth after her first few inhales was in a very thin stream, and not very much at all. I gave her a few extra kisses that day for sure, and enjoyed the lingering taste of the full flavor Newport on her breath, and the smell of it in her hair.
We didn’t see each other much the rest of that week, but I was in a perpetual state of horniness, knowing that my girlfriend was basically teaching herself to smoke. I called her a couple of days later, and during our conversation I asked her if she was still smoking. She said yes, she was able to smoke cigarettes in the apartment for a few hours after school while her parents were still at work and her younger brother and sister were at her grandmother’s. I asked her if she was enjoying smoking, and she said she really enjoyed the nicotine buzz she got from inhaling. Of course, I found it incredibly erotic!
I picked her up on Friday night and we went out to a fine meal (McDonalds? Burger King?). As soon as she got in the car, she took out the cigarettes, pushed in the lighter in my car, and lit a cigarette. I was still parked, so I was able to watch her smoke before I started to drive. I noticed that even though barely a week had gone by, she was taking deeper drags. They weren’t very deep, but they were much deeper than the shallow ones she had been taking. The volume of the smoke coming out increased a lot, and she looked like she was really enjoying herself. On many of the drags, she would hold the smoke in her lungs a few extra beats before exhaling it. We were out much of the night, and she must have gone through about half a pack of cigarettes. At one point she told me that she felt very buzzed.
Fast forward to a few weeks later. She was smoking at least 6–8 cigarettes a day at this point, so she would go through about two or three packs a week. She decided she wanted a lighter, so the next time she went in to buy a pack of Newports, she got a disposable lighter as well. So after about a month of smoking, she was up to a few packs a week plus she had a lighter.
Nothing much changed with her smoking habits for a while. Although whenever we went out on a date, she would smoke a lot more, I guess to make up for the rest of the time when she couldn’t smoke as often as she wanted to. Around this time, I don’t remember where we were exactly, but it was somewhere where she couldn’t smoke. And believe me, that was rare in the early 1970s. Anyway, we had been in this place for a few hours, and she leaned over to me and said “I don’t know what to do, I really need a cigarette right now.” Again my heart was racing! We got out not long after that and she reached right in her pocketbook, pulled out her pack of Newports and her lighter, lit a cigarette, and took the deepest drag I had ever seen her take. The amount of smoke she exhaled shocked me! Plus, the noise she made, and the look on her face, told me that she really enjoyed the deep drag. She savored that cigarette and after it was done, she lit another one less than ten minutes later. She didn’t have the same sense of urgency on the second one, but she was really enjoying that one too.
Moving forward a bit, we were dating about 8 months. She was probably up to 10–15 cigarettes a day at this point. The exhales were thick columns, and she looked like a smoker would look. She would hold a smoke in her lungs more often than she used to, and when she exhaled, the smoke did not all come out in one breath. Sometimes some wisps would come out of her nose after the exhale, or it would come out of her mouth as she was talking after finishing exhaling.
By this time, she knew my friends and I knew hers. She had been pretty shy and reserved when I met her. But things were different now. Many of her high school girl friends smoked, but those girls smoked infrequently, or they didn’t inhale. She definitely felt more mature and confident. You could see whenever we went somewhere with her friends, she would take her cigarettes and her lighter out and put them on a table in front of her. She definitely felt a sense of confidence from her smoking. She was the only one among her friends who took deep drags, held smoke in her lungs, and then exhaled a thick amount of smoke.
It was also great whenever I would lean in to kiss her at any time of day, her breath tasted like full flavored tobacco. Her hair smelled like cigarette smoke and so did her clothes. I really enjoyed catching her in the middle of a drag, and sneaking up and giving her a big kiss. I tried to make it look like an accident, but I knew exactly what I was doing.
I’ve enjoyed this look back at my girlfriend starting to smoke and really enjoying it. I’m happy to answer any questions you may have!
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot of when I first met my wife, and when and how she started smoking. We were young when we met; she was still in high school, entering her last year, and I had just started college.
We had been dating about 3 or 4 months, and one night we went to a concert where it seemed everyone was smoking cigarettes except the two of us. When I saw her a day or two later, she said “so many people were smoking at the concert and it looked really good. I think I am going to try smoking. Is that ok with you?”
I was so excited that I almost came in my pants right there! I told her it wasn’t a problem for me. I wasn’t sure how she would manage it, being in high school and living with her parents, but hey, I was all for it!
She and I stopped at the corner store, and she bought a pack of Newports. I don’t know why she picked Newports, but any brand was fine with me! I can’t remember how much the cigarettes cost, probably about 25 or 30 cents a pack. She was clearly young looking, and nervous, but nobody checked IDs so it wasn’t a problem.
She opened the cigarettes, struck a match, and took a “sip“ of her first ever cigarette. She blew the smoke right out without inhaling. She said “it tastes a little minty.“ She continued to smoke the entire cigarette without inhaling. We were out pretty much all day, and she probably had about five or six cigarettes. By the time she got to the third or fourth one, she was doing some shallow inhaling. Her parents had smoked her entire life, so she knew about inhaling from watching them. The smoke that came back out of her mouth after her first few inhales was in a very thin stream, and not very much at all. I gave her a few extra kisses that day for sure, and enjoyed the lingering taste of the full flavor Newport on her breath, and the smell of it in her hair.
We didn’t see each other much the rest of that week, but I was in a perpetual state of horniness, knowing that my girlfriend was basically teaching herself to smoke. I called her a couple of days later, and during our conversation I asked her if she was still smoking. She said yes, she was able to smoke cigarettes in the apartment for a few hours after school while her parents were still at work and her younger brother and sister were at her grandmother’s. I asked her if she was enjoying smoking, and she said she really enjoyed the nicotine buzz she got from inhaling. Of course, I found it incredibly erotic!
I picked her up on Friday night and we went out to a fine meal (McDonalds? Burger King?). As soon as she got in the car, she took out the cigarettes, pushed in the lighter in my car, and lit a cigarette. I was still parked, so I was able to watch her smoke before I started to drive. I noticed that even though barely a week had gone by, she was taking deeper drags. They weren’t very deep, but they were much deeper than the shallow ones she had been taking. The volume of the smoke coming out increased a lot, and she looked like she was really enjoying herself. On many of the drags, she would hold the smoke in her lungs a few extra beats before exhaling it. We were out much of the night, and she must have gone through about half a pack of cigarettes. At one point she told me that she felt very buzzed.
Fast forward to a few weeks later. She was smoking at least 6–8 cigarettes a day at this point, so she would go through about two or three packs a week. She decided she wanted a lighter, so the next time she went in to buy a pack of Newports, she got a disposable lighter as well. So after about a month of smoking, she was up to a few packs a week plus she had a lighter.
Nothing much changed with her smoking habits for a while. Although whenever we went out on a date, she would smoke a lot more, I guess to make up for the rest of the time when she couldn’t smoke as often as she wanted to. Around this time, I don’t remember where we were exactly, but it was somewhere where she couldn’t smoke. And believe me, that was rare in the early 1970s. Anyway, we had been in this place for a few hours, and she leaned over to me and said “I don’t know what to do, I really need a cigarette right now.” Again my heart was racing! We got out not long after that and she reached right in her pocketbook, pulled out her pack of Newports and her lighter, lit a cigarette, and took the deepest drag I had ever seen her take. The amount of smoke she exhaled shocked me! Plus, the noise she made, and the look on her face, told me that she really enjoyed the deep drag. She savored that cigarette and after it was done, she lit another one less than ten minutes later. She didn’t have the same sense of urgency on the second one, but she was really enjoying that one too.
Moving forward a bit, we were dating about 8 months. She was probably up to 10–15 cigarettes a day at this point. The exhales were thick columns, and she looked like a smoker would look. She would hold a smoke in her lungs more often than she used to, and when she exhaled, the smoke did not all come out in one breath. Sometimes some wisps would come out of her nose after the exhale, or it would come out of her mouth as she was talking after finishing exhaling.
By this time, she knew my friends and I knew hers. She had been pretty shy and reserved when I met her. But things were different now. Many of her high school girl friends smoked, but those girls smoked infrequently, or they didn’t inhale. She definitely felt more mature and confident. You could see whenever we went somewhere with her friends, she would take her cigarettes and her lighter out and put them on a table in front of her. She definitely felt a sense of confidence from her smoking. She was the only one among her friends who took deep drags, held smoke in her lungs, and then exhaled a thick amount of smoke.
It was also great whenever I would lean in to kiss her at any time of day, her breath tasted like full flavored tobacco. Her hair smelled like cigarette smoke and so did her clothes. I really enjoyed catching her in the middle of a drag, and sneaking up and giving her a big kiss. I tried to make it look like an accident, but I knew exactly what I was doing.
I’ve enjoyed this look back at my girlfriend starting to smoke and really enjoying it. I’m happy to answer any questions you may have!
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