Blowing Smoke Up Your Bum Origin Novels & Stories

An emotional bumblebee who did things according to how she felt without considering the pros and cons of it. I placed the lighted cigar between my lips, red sparks of little fires coming out from the button of the cigar as it burned. I took a long drag from it and puffed the smoke into the air. The smoke danced lazily in the air at my face and I didn't bother waving it off. I was used to it. The smell was satisfying. It was a way of clearing up my mind because my mind felt like it was in a jumbled mess!

"Well, you know what they say, don't you? Liar liar pants on fire and it certainly seems like your pants are on fire unless there's another reason for the smoke that seems to be coming from your ass." He may be holding his smirk, but as much as I try to hide mine, I can't and within seconds I burst out laughing. He puts his hand out palm up while staring at me. "Give it to me, now!" He's not messing around now. I hear loud banging and turn my head to see Callum still banging on Tom's window while he ignores him and it's the final straw for me as I burst out laughing with Tom soon following. "What are we, teenagers?" He asks with mock rage. He opens his window to an unimpressed Callum while J

she said, surprised. “About the only trade that this dump does is hook ups and hookers,” he replied before sucking down another lungful of smoke. He held it, fighting the instinct to release, before breathing out slowly and coughing. “Losers and the lost, all of us. Have a cone whilst I reload and we’ll f-k, too.” She stood and sat on the other seat. He slid the bong over to her. She remembered Guy holding the lighter to the lumpy mass of green and did the same, breathing in and holding her breath as Toby had done, before blowing it out in a slow stream.

I asked feeling annoyed, as I waved my hands trying to dissipate the smoke. “Oh, hi Rory," she said, sounding very zoned out. I rolled my eyes because I knew she was most definitely very high right now. “You know this isn't allowed right. What if you triggered the smoke detector? Why didn't it trigger the smoke detector?" I asked, wondering at the amount of smoke in the room. “You could get kicked out, or worse, expelled!!" I added. “You need to chill out. You might need some of this," she said passing me a blunt.

“What the hell was that?” “Smoke bomb,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Made it last week. Figured it might come in handy.” “Handy?” He gave me a look somewhere between exasperation and admiration. “You could’ve warned me before you nearly gassed us both.” “You’re welcome,” I muttered, leaning against the rock. For a moment, the only sounds were our ragged breathing and the distant snarls of the rogues as they tried to navigate the smoke.

LISA May 15th 2018 I sit on the hood of my car, zipping my jacket up and take a long drag from the cigarette that rests between my fingers. I cough, expelling the vile smoke from my lungs. I pull the zip all the way up on my bomber jacket, it's crazy chilly this morning. I attempt to take another puff and flick the smoke to the ground. I've never been a smoker and I doubt I ever will be, it's horrible, disgusting. Wasted thirty-nine dollars!

And no, it wasn't because of the smoke. Damn it Blondie, what the f u c k did you do to me? * * * - - - To Be Continued - - -

Chloe The guy I had nicknamed "Blowjob guy" had left before anything happened, leaving me alone on the balcony once again with the attractive guy. I stared down at the blunt, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I had imagined myself gracefully inhaling and exhaling the smoke, as easy as they made it look on television. But reality turned out quite differently. As I pulled from the blunt, the smoke burned my throat, causing me to immediately choke. My throat tightened, and in the midst of my coughing fit, I heard his chair scrape against the ground as he approached and took the blunt from my hands.

I asked him trying to figure out what the heck it was made off. Liam let out a soft Chuckle and watched me idil for his response, he says: it's called the house of the rock and if you would notice, there was smoke coming out of it, and also what gave you the idea to gulp it all down in a shot?". He( Liam) asked me and truthfully he was the reason, I thought I would shy away from him but instead, I got myself burned instead. "Nothing Liam?" I turned my eyes away from his. "Okay! How about we go for another shot?". He says recouping my eyes, "no way ! I cannot not," I blatantly discarded his suggestion but when he promised to teach me how to drink it without getting burnt, I gave in to his

“You don't have to be a prude, Preppy.” “I'm not a prude,” he passed the blunt, blowing smoke into the air. He shifted his weight, holding up what was left in the small pouch, “and what's with the lube?”