I’m not a really heavy smoker. For me,Guest Posting extremely frequent smoking somehow decreases the peculiar treat of the act. But there’s nothing quite like enjoying a good cigarette. Especially with a good cup of Starbucks strong French Roast coffee. It must be the caffeine mixed with nicotine that provides a stimulating rush of euphoria. Like I said, I don’t smoke heavy. There are even days I don’t smoke at all. Moderation is the key. I do try and keep my body healthy. But occasional drinking and smoking are medically not as dangerous as daily or chronic use. When I do smoke, I smoke Virginia Slims Luxury Lights 120’s. You know, the ones that come in the shiny gold box. However, even though they display “light,” they pack a powerful plume of thick, creamy, fragrant smoke. I also prefer the slimmer, more feminine, shape of the ones in the shiny gold box.
I’m very feminine. And I smoke in a very feminine fashion. I guess that since I smoke so feminine and sexy, it always attracts attention from the opposite sex. Perhaps it’s the way I hold the cigarette between my slim fingers showing off my red fingernails. Perhaps it’s the way I bring the cigarette to different locations of my mouth. Maybe it’s the cheek hollowing. Maybe it’s the way I draw the smoke in with my unique double and triple pumps. Perhaps the expression on my face or my eyes as I suck the smoke in. But mostly what I’ve noticed is how men can’t keep their eyes off the way I smoke. As I exhale the creamy plume of smoke into the air, it slowly dissipates and creates a misty scented fragrance. It seems that the smell my exhaled smoke has a different smell once it has been inside of me. Much softer, much sweeter, more aromatic.
The point is, men can’t keep their eyes off me when I smoke. They’re checking me out all the time, but the smoking really drives them nuts. I even notice men making great efforts to walk directly behind me as I’m exhalling my smoke into the air while walking. As the stream of smoke dissipates along my path, right behind me and through the clouds they go. Turning their heads to the left and right. Very noticably into the denser areas of my exhalled smoke. It seems that many men try to find reasons to walk into my creamy scented clouds. I know this because I’ve noticed it myself, along with the many incidents when people I know see it from our table as I go to the ladies room or take a phone call. They’ve witnessed it from across the room, and tell me about the strange occurances later.
I’d like to share with you a true story. In fact, I’ve had this happen more times than I can count. Here’s the story. After sitting at my vanity table and dolling myself all up for a night out with my husband, we went out for dinner. We went to a very classy restaurant. The restaurant had elegant decor and the waiters all wore suits.
My husband wore a suit and tie. I was wearing a pretty little outfit that included a satin flippy skirt and matching blouse, gold high heels with sequence, and black nylon thigh highs. Real nylon. Make up included eyeliner applied like in the 1960’s and false eye-lashes, with pretty little sparkles. Extremely feminine. So much so, that some women only dress up like that for Halloween. But I looked very good, and non parady-like. Nothing to laugh at. However, I did get some snickers from other women as their dates kept finding reasons to look back at me. They were just envious of what I have, and they lack. But I always say, every woman has that potential feminine goddess in her. When she lets it out, she will get those stares, as well. Since I have pretty legs, I like to show them off and display sexy crossed legged positions. My slinky blouse, with a satin bow, and very sheer nylons, with high heels only enhanced the whole delineation.
I was smoking a cigarette in the waiting area very dainty like, almost as if I were playing a game as to how feminine and prissy I could be. Very teasing-like, and perhaps a little sexually cruel, I’m sure. Especially for the poor, under sexed men there. But I was playing with my husband, and doing it for him, to both of our delight. I would draw on honey.cyou my cigarette with my mouth, and leave a red ring from my lipstick around the tip. As I held it daintly between my finger tips with my elbow bent, I’d blow the smoke into the air toward the guest host standing at the entrance section. I then dropped it and stepped on it with the toe of my high heel and slowly twisted my foot. I carefully twisted my whole waist, as well, to create a crisscross gathering of the silky material I was wearing, and blew the smoke toward the people left waiting. I just left the crushed cigarette, with my red lipstick marks, and no one dared say anything to me. People stared in confusion. However, we were seated before two other couples who were apparently there before we were. I heard them complain about it later. Oh well, at least they received my exhalled smoke as a parting gift (just kidding.) A waiter showed us to our table, he then took our orders for drinks. While he was getting our drinks, I lit up another long, Virginia Slim 120. As I enjoyed long draws and exhales with accentuated pursed lips, I watched my husband becoming more and more enthralled with me. Other men were staring, along with some women. But I was concentered on my date. The waiter soon returned with our drinks. What happened next was, indeed, very strange.