Blowing Smoke Up Your Bum Origin Novels & Stories

“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?”

“Did you smoke?” He smelled of cigarettes. Blair hugged Mable back and buried his face in her neck, breathing her in greedily. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist and smoked one cigarette.” “Blair, did something happen to make you unhappy?” Mable knew he only wanted to smoke when he was very annoyed. Blair’s arms tightened, and he said hoarsely, “Mabes…”

He stopped, worried he was rambling, spewing his guts everywhere, and maybe he would somehow offend her in his babbling. Sandy shrugged, lit her cigarette, inhaled, and then let the smoke trickle out her nose, making her look older than fourteen. “Why do people smoke? You get used to it and get a nice buzz. Kinda like booze and pot, but not as heavy. Chills you out. Relaxes me, anyway.” She held the lighter out to him. “Wanna try?”

Everyone figured out why the room was full of tobacco as the new boss monster chewed on his huge cigar. Like a playboy showing off a cool party trick, Huff N Puff blew a cloud of circle smoke towards the girls. Sasha jumped through the hoop like a well-trained circus tiger, but Oritha stood her ground, scoffing at the weak attack. There was no way smoke could hurt her. Ping! [You have been confused.] The system message baffled Oritha so much that she missed Sasha’s screams for her to dodge the black smoke hoops coming her way. This time, the new smoke hoops looked deadlier than the last puff.

A mockery or two wouldn't hurt. A tornado of smoke burst in from the ceiling. The smoke was orange with a hue of black and the current of the tornado had no force. The smoke broke apart, spreading out all over the room and enveloping us in a cloud of orange smoke. The smoke smelt like orange blossom and apricot. It was somewhat pleasant. The smoke made Kira and Jerry cough, but it positively affected me.

You are stronger than Dwayne Johnson and weigh more than John Cena,’’ He added as the laughter above me filled the air. ‘‘I-I…’’ ‘‘Master Vince,’’ he roared as he placed the burning cigarette on the skin behind my back. I screamed as the burning hot cigarette burned my flesh, and someone splashed water on my face to make sure I kept quiet. He made a move to relit it again, and I stood up quickly before taking a few steps back. ‘‘My daddy used to smoke cigarettes, and I know cheap and pathetic ones from the word go. Next time get quality cigars,’’ I screamed and laughed after my sentence.

Upon getting Aathiyan’s approval he took one. They lighted it with a fire stick and inhaled that thick drowsing smoke. Kumaran coughed a lot at first and when he saw Aathiyan skillfully smoking. he asked, “You have an experience in this?” “I used to do it when I was traveling. It’s better in cold places. This weed could make you numb,” Aathiyan said. Kumaran didn’t smoke after that. “Yes, he’s right, this might numb your senses,” Nakan smiled.

But I painted it, and I was proud that after all these years I didn't run , I knew I would cry but I was glad I could do it. I was greeted with the awful smell of smoke when I started coming downhill. He was smoking, I didn't like it. I hated when people smoked. I pulled the cigarette bud out of his thin pink lips. "This is bad for you " I hate to admit it, but I did fear what he would do since I pulled out his cigar without thinking. I looked up to see his widened sapphire colored eyes. I looked away quickly and got in the car, after crushing the cigarette bud of course.

And I needed it fast. I crouched on the roof of Cassian's den, my ears perked up as I listened to the conversation between Cassian and Carl. They were discussing something in hushed tones, but I couldn't quite make out what it was. As I leaned in closer, my foot knocked against a bucket, causing it to clatter loudly. Cassian and Carl immediately stopped talking, their heads snapping up towards the roof. I knew I had to move fast. I quickly pulled out a smoke bomb from my pocket and threw it down, creating a thick cloud of smoke. As the smoke billowed out, I took advantage of the distraction to make a run for it.

I was a virgin too, and I would rather lose my virginity to a guy who actually knew what he was doing. Ugh, I felt like a hot mess tonight. I opened my purse and pulled out a single cigarette that I had secretly bought. I wasn't really a smoker. Well, not a full-on addict. I just occasionally indulged in smoking my grandfather's pipe as an act of retaliation for pissing me off. Tonight would mark the first time I'd be lighting up a cigarette under this starry New York sky.