Dear smoking fetish phonesex callers,
I guess my post that is last about fetish made me consider my natural love for cigarette smoking. I find smoking cigarettes to be a sign of glamor, intercourse, naughtiness, blatant neglect and Dominance. I will be every one of the plain things; in reality, i possibly could be regarded as the personification of the things. I will be a Goddess; Seductive Temptress, Glamorous vixen, Elegantly Dominant, but on top of that, a Smoking Goddess. I’m exactly what lurks at night shadows of the fantasies and also you inhale me personally in almost every time which you sneak a deep breathe of a stranger’s hand that is second from their smoking or cigar.
Imagine me here going for a long draw off of Marlboro 100, my bloodstream red lips pursed seductively across the cork tobacco tobacco tobacco cigarette, disregard glinting from my eyes while the mixture of dangerous curves, moving blond curls, and dangerous fishnet stockings tormenting your system. My self- self- self- self- confidence exuding Dominance as the head produces an internet of tease and denial me smoke, and praying I will glance down if even to just blow a hazy fog of smoke into your face and laugh coldly as you sit kneeling, watching attentively to.
Your balls that are blue one to break underneath the stress before you are begging loudly to be permitted to kiss my feet through my fishnet stockings. Read More