Okay so last time he had just stuck the stogie in my mouth. I was tasting my first puffs of premium cigar smoke and it was good! I took lots of quick little puffs, as if concerned about it being all the way lit, the cigar moved up and down in my mouth. I saw it jutting way out in the middle of my peripheral vision, and thought, hey, wow, I'm smoking a cigar....
My transformation After several minutes of me posing in the mirror, we headed back to the living room. This time I walked with confidence. I used my hips and could feel my ass cheeks shifting from side to side. Bandit was smiling. I concentrated on the sound of my heels clicking on the tile floor. When we got back to the living room I sat on the sofa and cr...
The winters in Ohio can get pretty brutal. I sat at a red light watching the snow fly, my wipers beat a fast tempo in an attempt to keep up with the white stuff. I gazed into the murky twilight hoping that the photographer would still be there. I was late, as usual, and had little time left to get my passport photo taken. With the total fuck-up of the state...
As he usually did on Saturday nights I went down to the cigar store to pick up some of my favorite stogies to smoke that night. When I walked in the usual clerk and owner, Frank, wasn't in. I went to the counter to find a tall, long brown haired man with a great build. "Hey," I said, "where's Frank tonight?" "He had to take care of some business," the man r...
I thought it was just a coincidence, at first. I was into my morning routine: two cups of coffee and a single cigarette, the only one I smoke all day. While I enjoy the sense of tobacco I disdain the smell, nor do I inhale. Instead, I allow the smoke to linger around my mouth, then, leaning into the vertical opening of my wide kitchen window, I blow the smok...
He was fit and tight. Infantry, I thought. It was 1955. Miz Connie's was a boarding house. Detroit. Autoworkers, most of us. He came in a cab. From the railway station. "Just this suitcase. Gotta room?" She put him in a room off the foyer. Private. Most of us stay in the what we call the barracks bunks twelve men loud and public. He paid his money. P...
It was Friday around Christmas time, and my buddy and I been out for the day, doing our own things but met up at around 5 as we were driving out of town to catch a jazz show at the University. It was only a 2-hour drive. The time was spent smoking cigarettes and talking as we always did. About half-way there, his van had engine trouble, forcing us into a sma...
Thanks to everyone who cared enough to give me their comments! Much appreciated! Chapter Three I was pleasantly surprised as I drove into the driveway of Red’s new home. Of course, it had been his son’s and daughter-in-law’s home earlier, but Red had paid off the mortgage when he moved here from Florida after their death. He was determined that his grandso...
Man you really freak me out I'm so afraid of you And when I lose my cool I don't know what to do I was reluctantly packing my things, seeing as Davis gave me no option to refuse his offer to come get me. I was having a hard time separating my stuff from Laura's, because it was really painful. I needed to take a break, so I decided to go outside for a smok...
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