Slow Seductive Smoking

You’re not just watching me smoke, darling… you’re begging for a taste as I chain smoke. The way my lips curl around this cigarette, the slow drag that makes my chest rise… and these eyes locking onto yours, pulling you deeper. I exhale, and you lean in like a starving man, desperate to inhale the air I’ve poisoned with my scent. Pathetic, isn’t it? How bad do you want to breathe me in to feel the burn of my control? The cherry glows as I take a deep drag, savouring the burn before letting the smoke curl from my lips like a promise.You’re staring, aren’t you? Desperate to inhale the air I’ve polluted to taste my power on your tongue. I’ll make you wait. Make you ache. Every exhale is a reminder: this is all you get. My gaze pins you in place as I flick the ash, a cruel smile playing on my lips. You’d let me stub this out on your tongue if it meant I’d finally use you. Tip well, and maybe… just maybe… you’ll get a ghost of my smoke blown straight into your soul.