روايات وقصص ضمن Affection #cigarettes After Sex Lyrics

And that seemed to be the case with Nathan. Kelsey blew out a cloud of smoke from her cigarette that she occasionally had after sex. There was something pleasurable about the tobacco smell in her mouth and the puff of thick smoke in and out of her lungs. She laid on Nathan's bed naked, tangled in the white linen as she filled the room with the mist of Marlboro nicotine and tar while relishing the thought of how satisfied she was just a few minutes earlier.

Tanya lifted her head and looked up into the sky, took a deep breath, and shut her eyes, “Humans really are small. It doesn’t matter who leaves this big, wide world. It’s so easy to overlook them. I only have my sentiments for my grandfather now. If I die, I’ll have nothing left.” Tiffany somehow managed to get a box of cigarettes; she took one out and put it into her mouth, “Would any of you like one? For some reason, I kind of want a smoke at a time like this. I believe that men have reasons for smoking. Cigarettes are more addictive than women.”

I felt something catch in my chest and knew it was just him, taking my breath away. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me, and I stayed seated on him for several minutes as our breathing slowed. Then I leaned up and pulled off of him, making a small noise of loss that made him smile up at me. I smiled too and collapsed back on the bed, sighing contentedly. “I think I might be addicted to sex with you.”Carter said with a sigh. I laughed, looking over at him. “I think we might be addicted to each other.”

He drawls in a promising tone, and it irks me that he can somehow sense that I’ve never had the pleasure of being bought to orgasm by anyone apart from myself. Licking my lips, I try to catch my escaping breath and fail horribly. Saffron leans in closer, his fingers relentlessly pumping into me as he shoves his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like whiskey and cigarettes; a combination of a good time and up to now, I have always hated the smell and taste of cigarettes. But it’s so, Saffron. It’s an allure to his bad-boy persona that draws me to him. He is so different from Blaze, and I suddenly begin to wonder if Blaze can make me feel this good or just as better as Saffron is making me feel

I dragged the cigarette one last time before throwing it out the window. “I'm not a fucking baby, Lydia” I didn't let her say another word but turned around to face her. I rushed Lydia to the table before making her sit on it, speedily. I puff the smoke all over her face and her eyes twinkled. My mouth attacked her neck as I sucked and licked her there. “Fuck." She cussed as she threw her head back before her long nails found my shirt buttons. She began to undo them. I rolled her shirt up before pushing it off her head and attacking one of her boobs.

I put the stick between my lips and light the end, inhaling the smoke deeply. "Really? You have to smoke on our way to a party?" Lacey says, her voice laced with distaste. I hold the cigarette between my fingers and look at her like she just sprouted another head. "Yes, I have to smoke now. I'll either be too drunk to do it later or too busy to do it later," I say with a smirk and wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. She tries to stay angry with me but ends up laughing when I hump the air to emphasise my point.

The sight of Liam smoking always concerned Rose, but she knew it was his way of finding a moment of calm amidst the chaos of the world. After finishing his third cigarette, Liam gently placed it in the ashtray and turned his attention back to Rose. He slipped his hands around her waist, pulling her closer, and leaned in to kiss her on the lips. The crumbs from the muffin transferred onto his mouth, creating a playful mess. Rose laughed and gently wiped away the crumbs with her fingers before returning the kiss, their love mingling with the taste of the morning treat.

I want to spend more time with her. Maybe not just physical. But maybe just staring at her. Or a few talks. Not that I need sweet talking after sex. But with her, I want to do it. Bore my eyes into her, let my hands massage her parts, and have a mouth-to-mouth talk with overwhelming emotions. "Fuck". I cursed as I took another cigarette from the box and lit it.

Marking me inside. He stays seated deep for a long moment, breathing harsh against my neck. Then he pulls out slowly, deliberately, watching his cum leak from my swollen, abused pussy. I collapse onto the sheets, trembling, wrecked. Legs shaking, ass red, throat raw and body humming with aftershocks. He rolls off me, and lights a cigarette. The cherry glows in the dark. He exhales smoke, voice cold and amused. “We’re not done, little trespasser.” He stubs the cigarette out. “Not even close.”

Nicole said. From afar, Terrence notices a guy in the opposite table of theirs. "Nicole, can you do me a favor, can you get that guy's number for me?" Nicole looks on the guy Terence is pointing at and said "Not my thing Terrence." Terrence still insists to Nicole and pushes her away. So, Nicole does the thing as she things there will be no precautions of it. As she approaches the guy's table. She immediately taps the guy's shoulder and said "Hey would you mind if you light up my cigarette?" The guy responded "yeah, yeah sure here."