Cigarettes After Sex Keep On Loving You Novels & Stories

I went to my closet to take my cigarettes which will help me calm my raging heart. Whenever I think about that day I feel I want to burn down this city and people around her. I went outside while placing a cigar on my lips but before I could light it up. "Ew!! No.. no.. I don't like men who like to smoke. I hate them" I closed my eyes in frustration while turning to look at her. That little human laid on my bed is successfully ruling my head. I cursed under my breathe while crushing the cigarette on my hand. I looked at it for a while thinking how much she's influencing me. I shake my head throwing it away I glanced back at her I hate the effect she has on me but at the same time I love it t

“She told me she loved me last night.” He stared at me blankly, like he didn’t know how to process that. He opened his left drawer and pulled out two cigars. He tossed me one. “You need one of these.” He tossed the lighter next. I lit up and let the smoke enter my mouth. “She said it twice, actually.” “Like you didn’t hear it the first time,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m guessing you didn’t say it back.” “No.” I didn’t smoke at the house anymore because Siena was there all the time. I tried not to smoke at work either because it stuck to my suits and I brought it back into the house. But right now, my need to relax outweighed Siena.

That's why he often used to smoke cigarettes to relieve his grief over his mother's departure. After some time, he gave up smoking. He was like that; he never let anything become his weakness, but after falling in love with Bella, he started smoking again because for the first time, someone became his weakness. His wife had become his obsession—not only his love but also his weakness. The lack of modesty was now starting to weaken his nerves.

To tease him, she said, "You shouldn't smoke your life out, Tee." Seductively, she said, "But I love the taste in your mouth," and she kissed the tip of his ear before getting down from his lap. "But I love the taste in your mouth," she said. "I hope to catch up with you soon." She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before leaving the room while winking at him. Tiger threw the cigarettes into the ashtray before proceeding to the restroom. *****

He moved into the space between the…wossnames…uppybits of the crenellations, braced his elbows on the stone, and blew out a wisp of cloudy smoke. There was just enough room for her to squeeze in next to him, so she did, not quite realizing that just enough would bring her leg against his, his hip to hers, their upper arms into a warm L of togetherness. “That ain’t no Marlboro Light,” she drawled. “No, it’s a Dunhill. If you’re going to sin, you should sin thoroughly and with conviction.” Words to live by. “It’s one cigarette. If that’s your idea of sin, I have to admit I’m slightly disappointed.”

The crickets chirped softly and I crushed anyone that my boot caught. He was standing outside, covered in smoke. I looked at him wryly, my eyes narrowing and I walked closer. I slid my hands into his coat and grabbed a cigarette and a lighter. The lighter clicked and I burned the paper softly and released the smoke into the air. “You called me?” I raised an eyebrow, my cigarette hung by the corners of my lips. He looked at me softly and didn't speak, instead, he blew the smoke into my face. My stomach rumbled with flutters and tinglings and I hate to feel this way, or maybe, I don't want to admit that I enjoy this feeling with the man I'll kill soon.

My heart breaks at the thought of him being with another person. I scrunch my nose, hating the scent of cigarettes, he told me he quit, he told me he doesn't drink again, looks like he lied, he opened his mouth about to say something but was cut off by a pink haired girl as she jumped on him "Caddy baby, the room is ready, let's go another round" She said kissing him, passing the cigarette in her mouth to his mouth. Disgusting. She finally acknowledged our presence, and glares "Who are these bitches, Caddy"

he asked before he sips over the cigarette, the smoke inside of his bloated cheeks, and when his fingers brush over the side of my lips. I know what he wants. He wanted me to have a taste of the cigarette through his mouth and who I am to decline. Without words, like a puppet under the influence of his drug, I parted my lips and draw his nape so I can taste the smoke as I crash my parted lips into his, blowing the smoke inside of my mouth like it's a normal thing to do. The sensation. The euphoric feeling makes me shut my eyes tight for I wanna feel this feeling of erotically messing with him.

If it wasn't for Jane, I would've killed her already. She purred again, squeezed my chest, and flung her naked body back onto the pooling bed sheets. “A White Russian.” I went over to the bar cart and started making her drink. I could feel her eyes on me the whole time. Once I’d taken that to her, she made me roll her a cigarette and put it between her lips. “Do you smoke after sex?” she mumbled around it. “Not that I’ve ever noticed,” I muttered, trying and failing to pull the frilly skirt down. There was white mesh over my nipples, which rubbed with every movement I made, no matter how minute.

“Casper.” At the smoking area, Azula lit up a woman’s cigarette. The slim white cigarette looked beautiful, like her fingers. “What are you doing here?” Casper frowned, took out a cigarette, and borrowed the lighter Azula was using. Azula narrowed her eyes and smiled. She put the cigarette between her lips and tried to light Casper’s cigarette with hers. This position was too seducing. When they had sex last time... Azula lit the cigarette for him this way too.