1. Ariana


    Date: 10/27/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: jlenil, Source: LushStories

    Chapter 1 The situation in which I now find myself is something I never dreamed would ensue when I began corresponding with Ariana. It started seven years ago as a brief e-mail correspondence and has now become my life. But I must here digress, in order to give the reader some background information about me that relates to this tale. It will sound a bit weird to those of you who have never had a fetish.There has always been something about women smoking that aroused me. I always thought of girls who smoke as being daring and sophisticated. I somehow knew that this feeling would never go away. And when for the first time, at age 18, I saw a lady smoking a cigar, this “fetish” (It would be some years before I was aware that this is what I had) changed and deepened. It was just an actress on a TV show, and it was only a cigarillo, but I was turned on as never before. My imagination ran wild. The “brazenness” that had always been part of the allure of women smoking cigarettes in public was immediately dwarfed, in my mind, by this. The very idea that a lady could publicly smoke a cigar and not be the slightest bit shy about it just struck me as incredibly sexy and powerful. It stimulated the deepest part of my sexual psyche. (In those days, the vast majority of women just did not smoke cigars or pipes, and even cigarette smoking was considered “unladylike” by some.) I began to seek out the few newspaper or magazine pictures or articles about female cigar smokers (and to a ...
    somewhat lesser extent, female pipe smokers). I read Thackeray’s Vanity Fair and was astonished to find that just reading the cigar scene got me so hot that I had to masturbate . I was that rare person who perused men’s magazines not for mere nudity, but for the possibility that I might find a picture of a lady with a cigar. More so than in men’s magazines, I found these pictures in (still, very rarely) magazines such as Time, Life, or in fashion magazines. I perused thousands of magazines over the years, always hoping to find that one special cigar-smoking lady. Seeing a picture of Gina Lollabrigida smoking a cigar in Time still lives in my mind. Each of these pictures was treasured by me. I had a small collection of pictures clipped from magazines that I kept well hidden, and they were looked at every day. I would watch television with the hope that I might see a commercial for Tiparillos or Tijuana Smalls. I watched Westerns and spy shows, hoping that I would be rewarded for sitting through the tedium by even a brief glimpse of a lady with a cigarillo. After awhile, as I started dating, I always dreamed that I would find a cigar smoker to fall in love with. Around that time, some of the more adventurous girls would sometimes smoke tipped cigars as an affectation. Some of them probably even knew the effect it had on the boys. Eventually I did fall in love and got married to a beautiful girl who had been a friend for some time. Alas, she smoked only cigarettes, and at first I ...
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