Cigarettes After Sex Keep On Loving You Novels & Stories

I think of all those old movies where the sexy, confident man lights a woman's cigarette and they hold gazes just like I'm doing with Mike right now. "So," I exhale and tap my cigarette onto the rim of the ashtray. "What were you thinking about all by yourself out here?" Mike smiles in his sexy way and I feel my pussy swelling a bit, moistening again in my panties. "Oh nothing interesting... just work stuff," he replies, blowing a thin stream of smoke out into the night. I can't help but smile, admiring how the smoke curls from his lips like a whisper. "How about you," he grins. "Are you having a good night?"

The kind that comes from surviving things that should've killed most men. I walk over and pluck the cigarette from his fingers without asking. His eyebrows lift slightly. I bring it to my lips, inhale, then lean in. I exhale the smoke into his mouth. Our lips meet, followed by our tongues in a slow, filthy kiss as the smoke curls around us. He tastes like tobacco and bad decisions I want to make again. Pulling back, I hand him the cigarette. He takes it with a half smile that does dangerous things to my insides.

Walter laughed hardily as he pulled out what looked like a cigarette holder. Whitney couldn’t help but giggle. He pulled out a gold lighter and looked at her. “You want one?” “Yes, please.” Walter put two cigarettes in his mouth and lit them. He took one out of his mouth and handed it to Whitney. She took a slow drawl from it. It wasn’t her usual brand but it was passable. “I love having a cigarette after sex.” Walter blew smoke out of his mouth. “Me, too. That or a cigar. It seals the deal of completion sort of speak.”

The woman Sean loved so much would leave and never come back. Opening a pack of cigarettes, Sean took a stick before burning the end with a lighter. When Sean put the cigarette stick between his lips, he immediately took a deep breath. The unexpected happened, Sean suddenly coughed. Since quitting for a year, it looks like Sean has officially lost his ability to smoke. "Damn." Sean said. "Give it to me." A woman came in, and she took the cigarette from Sean's fingers. The woman immediately took a deep breath of the cigarette and let it out in one long exhale. After that cigarette smoke flew in the air.

"For the meantime, I'd like to hand you this trifold brochure. Read it, it will help to quit smoking and stay cigarette free for good." I doubt that too. "Thank you for your time." "Thanks for listening." We shook hands and then I left without a second glance. *** Sophia Parker "Mark me Sophia. Someday you will belong to me... And when you become mine, I will make love to you." "I will make sweet and passionate love to you. I will set your whole body on fire in a way that you've never experienced before, make you feel things you've never felt before, make you scream in a voice you've never heard before. Someday, you will be in my arms and I will pleasure every inch of you. And you're going t

I could feel his body vibrate just a little as soon as my tongue touched his earlobe. "Uhmm uhhhm, I guess it's okay. It's just ju..just a cigarette after all" he stuttered, "I'll get another one later" he added. "Awwwn, that's so nice of you" I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck, gluing my body to his. " You know cigarettes are funny. They're just burning sticks in the mouth" he quipped, "They're not a big deal"

Louis slowly lowered the lid of his laptop. With trembling fingers he found a pack of cigarettes and lit it. That's all. End. Their romance with Kitsune is over ... And this time he put an end to it. He sat, stunned, not understanding how it happened, inhaling and exhaling hot acrid smoke.

He laughed making her more anxious than she already was. "I've never felt love for you and that won't happen now, although the man I live for is missing and I won't stoop so low to give in to you," She added slowly, sitting on the couch as her legs were already aching. She quickly sent her location to Tracy just Incase something happened to her. "Darling he left you and you still wait for him, how much more stupid do you want to be?" He scoffed, taking out a pack of cigars from his pocket along with a lighter, lighting up one of the cigars, and shoving the pack into his pocket, he placed it between his lips inhaling it before letting out the toxic smoke.

She’s the kind of woman who could give and give and give. And I have no idea what makes me draw that conclusion, but I know it to be true. “You feel so good, sunshine. So good.” “Conquer, Spartacus.” A smile explodes from my chest. I brace myself on my fists beside her head and plow deep with hard rhythmic thrusts that definitely rock the Airstream. She makes these crazy keening sounds. Desperate and needy and somehow appreciative. I fuck her until she loses her mind and babbles nonsense. I fuck her until I lose my mind. And then I pinch both her nipples at once and demand, “Come.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be gentle next time.” My insides tingle from the thought of a next time but of course there’s a next time. After this I think I’ve become a sex addict or maybe I’m just addicted to Dami. “What if I told you I love you.” My smile surprisingly grows wider. “Then I would say, I love you too.” “I love you.” “I love you too.”