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Your boyfriend knew the drill, he didn't even have to ask any more why you were making your way outside with your handbag and his jacket. He’d never admit it but you knew he secretly loved the smell of your smoke on his clothes.

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Do you take requests for stories?

I'm not opposed to the idea, but it's not something I have done before. I guess it comes down to whether the request inspires me. You’re welcome to ask if you have something in mind. X

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You knew you should be worried that the cravings were coming quicker now. It used to be every few hours before you needed to go outside for a cigarette. Now it was every hour, still it was hard to be too worried when the smoke hits your lungs and the nicotine starts working its magic. It had the wonderful ability to make you not care about how addicted you’d become, about how much you now needed nicotine in your life.

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You had always been the anti-smoking one out of your sisters, you had given them a hard time when they started.

You had been nervous about how to tell them you had given in and started because you knew they would tease you.

You decided the best way was just to light a cigarette and wait for them to notice. So far only your oldest sister had. She was eyeing it in your hand to see if you were actually going to smoke it.

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Will you ever post pictures of yourself smoking?

Maybe, I don't really smoke that often anymore. I vape more these days. But if I see/take a photo of me smoking and I like how I look in it might.

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CURIOSITY

Being changed. That was the idea that did it for her. Bobbi was turned on by a lot of things but the thing that turned her on the most was the thought of being changed. Physical change alone could be achieved easily, to an extent. A new hair style, new clothes, different makeup looks. These were all things she did regularly and she did enjoy them, but what she wanted, what she craved, was a real change. One over which she had no control. Loss of control was another of her major turn-ons.

She often wondered what it would be like to be controlled by an addiction. To have her body chemistry altered to become dependent on an external substance. She was far too sensible (and scared) to try drugs. She knew that was a step too far. A road down which she dare not travel. But she saw some of her friends smoking - saw the enjoyment that became need over time. She had seen them gradually become addicted. When they went to see a movie together, her friends would rush outside as soon as the film ended, and light up their cigarettes with a look of relief on their faces. They needed to smoke. They had no choice. Bobbi was increasingly curious as to how that felt.

She decided to start smoking, with the express intent of becoming addicted to nicotine. She wanted to experience that need. To know how it felt to have no choice.

She started slowly. One cigarette a day. Within three days she had thrown her cigarettes away, disgusted by the taste and smell. The second time she tried she did the same. But the third time, she was determined. She persevered. One-a-day became two. She was getting used to it. She could inhale without coughing. She was starting to enjoy the feeling it gave her. She loved seeing the long, thin stream of smoke being exhaled from her lungs.

This was taking too long, she decided. She would increase her intake. Now that she was used to it, she would smoke every chance she got. She found herself making excuses to go out. She would take the long way round when out walking. She’d get off the bus a stop early, so she’d time for a cigarette before arriving home.

After a few weeks she found herself skipping breakfast in the mornings. If she didn’t eat then she could leave the house sooner and have a smoke on the way to work.

It was one day when she was walking home from the library that she took a detour through a local park. Finding an empty bench she sat down, lit a cigarette, and watched the birds, and the people passing by. She was taking a long drag on the cigarette when it occurred to her that she hadn’t thought once about smoking since she’d sat down. She had lit the cigarette and started smoking it without giving it a single, conscious thought. She had done it automatically. A thrill ran through her body as she exhaled. ‘I did it!’, she thought. ‘I got myself addicted. I’m a smoker now!’. She finished her cigarette and walked home.

She planned her days now around when she could have a cigarette. Sometimes she deliberately avoided being places where she could light up, just to feel that delicious craving, that need taking over her thoughts until her body screamed for the nicotine and she had no choice but to surrender to it.

Her original plan had been to quit once she’d felt that need. She had wanted to give up her control, but only temporarily. But now that the addiction had taken hold, she no longer wanted to stop. She loved being a smoker.

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You didn't want to be a bad influence, that’s why you had quit. How could you tell your students not to smoke, warn them of how easy it was to become addicted to nicotine if you smoked yourself? How hard it was stop once you started. It had been hell for you.

When you caught a group of the more popular girls smoking on school grounds you did your job and confiscated their cigarettes. You put them in your bag telling yourself that you would throw them out later.

Knowing they were in your bag was like an itch at the back of your mind. Those old cravings you thought you had beaten came rushing back. “Just one for old times' sake. One won’t do any harm. It’s not like one will get me addicted again.” You tried to convince yourself.

Now here you are, back at the same spot where you confiscated them, the pack still in your bag.

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Just wanted to say I really enjoyed your pinned post. It's rare I find something in this particular kink that I can relate to so much. Most people skim over what seems to be the tiny details, or just not talk about it at all. Hope you're continuing to enjoy it to the fullest!

Thank you. I'm glad you can relate. I might continue the story at some point, there's a bit more to tell to get to the present day.

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Clarissa never took a lighter when she went out. She knew she wouldn't need one. There would always be a guy willing to light her cigarette.

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“Okay, but just a drag. I'm supposed to have quit, remember?”

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You tried not to look smug, but the first step in you plan was working. You’d finally convinced you friend to try your cigarette. You knew she was curious even over her protests of “I just don't understand what you like about it.”

As she tried to hand it back you told get just to keep it. To try it a few times. You knew she’d end up smoking all the time just like you eventually.

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One by one all of your friends had succumbed to the power of nicotine. Other than you, Abby had been the last holdout. You had both sworn you would never smoke. Now here she was dragging on a cigarette.

“Just you left babe.”

You just have to try it! It’s like sooo good once you get used to it.”

“Come on you, know you want too!”

You could feel your conviction waver as you put your hand out to take a cigarette. “Okay, but just this once.” It did look like Abby was really enjoying it.

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“Girl stop being so paranoid no one is going to see you smoking. Anyway who cares if they do? They're going to find out soon enough. No way you're still just a ‘casual smoker’. You practically begged me for that cigarette!”

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You and your sister hated your mum’s smoking. You’d tried everything over the years to convince her to quit; but she never would. She’s always said the same thing “you’d understand if you smoked why I won't quit.”

So you and your sister hatched a plan. You would pretend to start smoking. Then you would quit to show your mum how easy it was.

That was two months ago and now your mum stood beside you looking smug as you drew on your cigarette and slid your pack and lighter across the table to your sister saying “There’s been a change of plan, I'm not quitting. You’d understand if you smoked”

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You'd finally convinced your bestie to try a cigarette. You couldn't help but notice the look of nervous anticipation on her face as you brought the flame closer.

She might not like it much at first, but you were sure you could convince her that that just meant she needed to try again. It wouldn't take too long for nicotine to do its own convincing.

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You’d promised your partner, yourself that you’d never smoke again. That you were going to stop for good this time. Then you found a forgotten pack behind the sofa.

“Sorry babe, I promise I tried, but it’s just too hard.”

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Since it’s pride and I'm a new (albeit fetish) blog just wanted to make sure people knew that as an aggressively proud bisexual woman, this blog is LGBTQ+ friendly! 🏳️‍🌈 🏳️‍⚧️ Stay safe, live your life and fuck the haters! 💋