Novel & Cerita Blowing Smoke Up Your Bum Origin

"I am smoke from a fire that never was, that no one saw. I am the beast of the night everyone desires, that no one loves. I am the liiiiife of the dead, the blooood of the ghost. I am the smoke of Torto, that one, who came here unsummoned by the void." I stomped the floor with one foot. "I am me! All of yours!" Stomp, stomp. "The boneless flesh licked by lips of filth and honey." Another stomp on the wooden floor. "I am the smoke of the streets, of the lost, and of the very sky." I spread my arms as if embracing the universe.

He smiled. “I think so?” I took the joint and took another long drag from it and held my breath before exhaling. The burn wasn’t so bad that time. I passed it back to Charley. We continued this puff, puff, pass routine until the joint was completely gone, or down to a point we couldn’t smoke it without burning ourselves. About that time, I REALLY felt good, playful, mischievous…and HORNY! ‘Bree what are you doing?’ I could feel my panties dampening again. She must be pushing more pheromones out to attract them and make them hunger for us, as if they didn’t hunger enough for us already!

Stretched out in the lounger, his bare feet hanging off the end because he was so tall, the curl of smoke twisting and floating above him, the bright city lights in the foreground creating a glow around his body. The smoking didn't bother me, really; it never had. I loved the way his brand smelled, and Ethan rarely tasted like cigarettes. He was a fanatic brusher and always tasted minty and good to me, but the spicy scent would cling to him and I could tell when he'd been having a clove. His brand of cigarette wasn't typical, though Djarum Black. Clove-spiced tobacco, imported from Indonesia. I still didn't know even why he smoked cloves. Ethan wouldn't talk about his smoking much or his dar

It’s all slow motion as I inhale, letting the smoke glorify this moment even more. Keeping it in my chest, I lean into him, pressing my mouth onto his. Kissing each other as the smoke passes through our bodies, we share more than just vapor, more than just sex. We are breathing each other. We finish the blunt until it’s out, tossed onto the floor. My pussy is soaked, thoroughly stretched and perfected for his cock.

Adrian’s POV “Since when do you smoke?” I jumped at the voice, throwing the cigarette on the floor and stomping on it while trying to maintain an innocent expression as I turned to Briar. “Briar, you are here,” I uttered a bit too cheerily. Selling myself out. Briar gave me a once-over. “I didn’t realize you smoke.” I chuckled awkwardly, patting my hair down to gather my thoughts. “It’s not a usual habit. I only do so when I am restless.”

�𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗻, 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗻𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗹� ��𝘀 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲.