Smoking Models Novels & Stories

"Except that I am. It's not all as great as you think." "Oh, come on!" Marion picked up a stack of magazines and catalogs from their coffee table and waved them in Jaylee's face. The pages flapped, fanning her with a breeze that smelled of cologne samples. Images fluttered past. Male models. Posing to display chiseled abs, sculpted chests, rock-hard buttocks. Strong jaws. Brooding expressions. Smoky come-hither bedroom eyes. Lots of skin on display. Bronze skin. Mocha skin. Dark chocolate skin. All of it smooth, hairless, gleaming.

The box of cigarettes and lighter were thrown on the front of the car. Both of them were silent. Lu Weiqi looked at him for a while and suddenly reached out to pick up the cigarette and lighter from the front of the car. She pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it skillfully. Her shoulder-length hair slipped down, from which one could see the flickering light of the cigarette and her curvaceous face. Some people said that smoking women were either lonely or depressed. Blake asked lightly, "When did you start smoking?" Lu Weiqi fiddled with her hair and found a comfortable position to sit down. She curled her lips and said, " It's in a bar on Moscow."

Her smile was undeniably beautiful as she looked at the certain Inspector Gnomes. “It seems you saw her, inspector.” She told the man and he puffed out the smoke from the cigarette he was smoking in the air. She smiled, inhaling the intoxicating, yet addictive smell of it. She came closer to the man and took off her towel. Her body was perfect and her legs were long. She was a perfect definition of a model. She came closer and sat on him. “Don’t worry. Soon, she will be all yours, Mr. Gnomes.” She smiled, teasing him and rubbing her hands up and down his chest. Then placing a light kiss on his lips, which he took hungrily.

Most of the time, their schedules were full-booked already for several months ahead. Supermodels always has very different aura and charisma. Their popularities also one of the triggers for the most popular fashion trends today. Whatever they wear, either it was accessories or outfits, their fans will definitely gone hype and bought everything that they had promoted. And amongst of the bestest, Linfey is currently the highest paid model.

Eden Monroe. On a hot, sunny day, while rushing to attend a class, I came across my best friend Carla. I was surprised to see her wearing a large hoodie that obscured her face, as this was not her typical style. I approached her and called out her name. As she looked up at me, I noticed that she was smoking. "What in the world are you doing? I can't believe you're smoking on school grounds, Carla!" I exclaimed. Carla took a puff from her cigarette and blew out a stream of smoke before responding to me, "I know, I'm sorry. I'm just going through a lot right now and I needed something to help me cope."

"We should be friends if you're willing to stop and talk to me with groceries in your hands." "You want to sit down somewhere?" "Yes, I'm actually meeting Dee, Bree, and Cassidy but I'm early...um, I know I'm early. I needed to get out to smoke." "You can smoke again if it'll make you let out some stress." "Are you a smoker?" "Used to, I stopped since I had my son," "I shouldn't then," Charlotte smiled at Lexie and she put her pack of cigarettes in her small designer sling bag and they both walk one block to the coffee shop where she was going to meet her friends.

She inhaled a long drag of smoke, filling her lungs completely before exhaling six flawless smoke rings, one after the other. It reminded me of the last time I’d seen something like that—back when my Uncle Guido quit smoking his filterless Lucky Strikes in the nineties. “Just so you know,” I whispered, leaning closer, “smoking causes cancer. And it wrinkles your skin.” After taking two more drags, she flicked the cigarette into an oversized planter. “Eventually, he’ll get tired of you and come to his senses. No matter how good the blowjob is—or whatever other favor you’re offering to keep him coming back—that’s bound to wear thin.”

Way too much… I opened my cleavage and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter followed and I lit it up and took a big shot. My eyes shut as I let it enter my throat a bit before I puffed it out. “Relaxing.” The sound of a gasp made me open my eyes. Miss Smith was standing in front of me with her jaw dropped. “You’re smoking in the school premises?” I sighed and looked away from her, took another shot and then I dropped it, stepping on it with my wedge heels. “I thought you had stopped this smoking– bad habit of yours,” Mrs Smith saw with her nose swung in disgust as she waved her hand over her face, blowing away the smoke.

He lit it up as he it took In , heaving a deep breath,he made for the wine in front of him. Charles was an addicted smoker ,ever since he got to the states he had become so acquainted with smoking, drinking and chasing women around. “Sir you called me”. Morgan said She was dressed in a short black dress that exposes her vital body parts,she wore a red lip gloss which made her look like she was headed for the club. “Yes ,yes I called you”.Charles said as he quenched off his cigarette. “Shut the door please”. Charles said as he stood up taking in a deep breath.

Then I handed it over. She held it between her fingers and took a deep breath, the smoke dancing around her slightly open mouth. I’d never seen anything so sexy. She slowly let the white smoke escape from her mouth and nostrils before it rose to the ceiling. She took another drag, closing her eyes like she was really treasuring it. Then she set it in the ashtray and turned to her notes. “Most women would ask me to stop.”