My Smoky Ladies - chapter 1 / 5 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 1 / 5

... vape is even hotter. I'd rather watch a woman dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt puff on a cigarette than see her in just a bikini.

My first sexual experience with another person was when a female friend let me have sex with her during my senior year of college. She was average-looking with short brown hair, but as you would assume, the first time I ejaculated into a vagina felt better than anything I’d done before. Afterward, I kept wondering how much better it would have been if she had smoked while we did it. Instead of asking her to stay the night, I gave her a ride home. I didn't call her and didn't answer when she called me. I ignored her, since I craved having a girlfriend who smoked. When I saw another guy's engagement ring on her finger a few months later, I realized I would have married her if she were a smoker.

At last, I finally understood there was something seriously wrong with me.

I'd grown up in a small and well-off family, but my life wasn't constant happiness. I got a terrible phone call when I was about to start Medical School. (I can see the extreme irony now. I wanted to be a doctor but loved watching women smoke.) I picked up the phone and cried from overwhelming grief as an uncle told me my parents and only sister had died in a traffic accident.

I inherited several million and my parents' house, but that did nothing to bring them back or relieve my pain. The kind help I'd gotten from a therapist inspired me to switch from medicine to ...

... psychology. I had a strong desire to help others but wanted to understand and fix myself first. Thankfully, I didn't need to worry about loans or grants to fund my education and research.

Years later, when the last of my classes were underway, I typed up the title as I started my dissertation. I saved it and made a backup to be sure. "Capnolagnia or Smoking Fetish: Men obsessed with female smokers." I was very dedicated to my work, spending at least 8 hours a day on it, and more commonly 11 or 12 hours. I figured that I should get to know some females who smoked, before I started investigating other men and their reactions.

Before I knew it, I had spent a month recording video of women smoking, and barely asked them any questions. When I was alone, I watched the recordings again and again. They were part of my research, and shamefully, fuel for self-gratification. I knew I had to focus and get the information I needed. I wrote myself a list of questions to ask and returned to my 'work'.

Most of the early interviews were similar. As an example, one morning I saw an attractive brunette sitting at a table outside a café. She was drinking coffee and puffing on a cigarette. I asked, "I'm doing research about smoking. Do you mind if I record you and ask some questions?"

"Okay."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-one."

I zoomed the camera in on her mouth and watched her take a puff. "When did you start smoking?"

"I was sixteen."

I zoomed out to get a good shot that ...