Blowing Smoke Up Your Bum Origin Novels & Stories

Suzanne had already lost interest, it seemed, too enthralled by the can in her hand to notice if I cared or not. I drifted away from Brad when his football buddies began a spitting contest, trying not to judge him too harshly for being disgusting. A thick puff of wood smoke erupted from the fire as I passed, making me choke and wave my hand to clear it. I stumbled on a small collection of kids hovered around a joint, the musty, tart odor making me flinch. Did I mention drugs were worse for witches? Talk about accessing some scary power. A little weed was a great way to accidentally tap into raising the dead or calling up more unpleasant things that go bump in the night. I waved at the strong

Also, where the hell did he get the cigarette from? “Wait! I’m trying to think, don’t disturb?” he replied, holding the cigarette stick between his fingers, with his eyes closed. “You think or do whatever you want, throw the cigarette first,” I could now feel the smell of nicotine and tar engulfing everything – my nostrils, my head, the tree, the lawn, the sky, our house, my brother and Ma sleeping in the bedroom, my uncle and his family sleeping in the other part of the house – everyone and everything! And all he did was say a long “uuuuhhh” to make his displeasure obvious and raise his hand to pass the cigarette on to me. I almost grabbed it, took three or four long drags, each successive

The colors were so vivid and immersive I could almost see myself on the beach with the smell of saltwater around me. But instead the only smell I perceived was of smoke. "It's a homework. For art," Amber explained. "Well, someone's gonna get an A." "You bet your ass I am." I settled into the bean bag. "Hey Amber. Were you..smoking before I got here?" "Yep. Want one?" Amber offered the cigarette pack. "Nah, I'm good." Amber cocked her head. "Are you gonna lecture me about how bad smoking is for my health?"

Luca acts nonchalantly, casually lights up his cigarette, blowing smoke that travels up to the ceiling. As I stare at him in outrage, he asks me mockingly, "Be precise, pretty little plaything. What is it that's riling you up now?" I couldn't believe that he would choose to smoke in my presence. I was not too fond of the smell of cigarette smoke as it made me feel sick to my stomach. I couldn't help but express my displeasure at his behaviour.

He could not help but cough several times, and tears almost sprang up in his eyes. He was instantly furious. He looked through the glass window. That little brat. Andrius had made himself at home and simply smoked in the room. The smell of smoke was quite strong and heady. Behind him, Officer Tom smelled the smoke and put on a nostalgic expression. “Captain Brown, this smoke smells a bit like the special tobacco from the military...” Only military officials would be able to smoke the special tobacco from the military. He had a comrade who received a cigar as a reward from a superior, so he remembered it vividly.

He rested his back comfortably against the chair, crossed his legs with an air of sophistication, and gently flipped his long hair to the back in his usual style. He reached for his pocket, brought out a large wrap of weed stick, and a lighter. Igniting the weed, he started to smoke, puffing the smoke directly into my face; I nearly choked. He seemed to unlock new characteristics every moment. I remember Liam doesn't drink; how could he be the one puffing this robust wrap of weed?

“But you also have to learn how to smile. I never seen you smiling even once.” “There is no reason for me to smile,” she told him what she truly feels. “I will give you a reason, then. Just wait after the party. I will tell you something that will make you smile.” He said as he left the wardrobe. “What is it, my lord? Are you going to free me?” Lucas looked back at her as he stepped out of the door. “It’s something like that,” he said and smirked. “So, learn to smile, Camila. Or should I force you to smile?”

They were the light to each other, but when blown, it grows harder. Like the stick of Aaron when blown by Ravine. [TT sorry] "Fuck yeah, princess. You're the best." He says, as he closing in to his first orgasm. He wanted to shoot his seeds deep down her throat. Soon enough, she was placed against the edge of his childhood bed. She was smoking her favorite and expensive tobacco, it waited long enough for her to attend to it again. Ravine looks at her man with misty eyes. She closes her eyes, blowing the smoke away from his face as he slowly drilled into her soaking, wet and musky pussy. He loved the scent that came later.

“Good girl, Bunny.“ With her mouth still open, I puffed my vape and blew into her. Smoke dwindles around us. I do it to her again and again. Her lips touch mine, but I shove and use my tongue to transfer smoke to her. “Jace—“ Before she could even speak, I smoke shotgunned her again; her eyes started to roll in suffocation. She chokes and pants from the smoke. I had a puff and blew again. I could do this every day. It’s like two-timing my two addictions. Smoking and fucking Ingrid Bishop. I relentlessly do it to her again and again every time she tries to speak. And once I broke it off, she fell to the ground. Insatiable. I am insatiable. “I only heard of smoke shotgunning in the Gang,“ Jaxo

It’s what I do. I inhale. I take in the smell and wait to get high. Being high makes me forget what it was like to be the popular Calum from a long time ago. I hold the blunt away from my face, watching the smoke drift to the heavens. I’ve never understood smoking but I have always understood the need to be high.