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[freakboy72]

I have a huge smoking fetish, I have done a few searches for stories in literotica there are some hot ones. I was wondering if someone could write more stories about smoking and sex.

 

[LupusDei]

The classic seventies cigarette after sex scene can be stuck in almost anywhere randomly, but that's decorative and thus may be a bit boring perhaps.

Thinking of stories that can't be told without a smoke, I can offer this episode (it got a bit strange focus as written for vomiting thread, but is almost pure reporting as it is and can be adapted to include many things, including exploration of the incest angle, as well as many possible futures dependent on that cigarette that kickstarted the barf fest):

It was a big alumni night at my high school, celebrating big round jubilee of the school itself.

I wasn't alumni yet myself, just about to graduate, but I owned school's newsletter and had worked my way into management of the event as if haven't had other stuff to do. Select few other students were employed as waiters and such, and some so I had smugled my girlfriend in as well. My sister was there as both alumni and practicing young teacher, and she had just recently started dating with her husband, another teacher at our school at that time.

I arrived at the event with a briefcase containing three bottles of cheap champagne and two litre bottles of vodka. As if alcohol wasn't provided on the event itself, it was. One of the champagne bottles I presented to my class teacher, I don't remember why, but it was received with laud cheers from the crowd and she was moved. I knew a great number of the previous year graduates and a bunch of other people,, and it was a great night all around, but at the end I mostly stayed with faculty, and that didn't stop me from drinking heavily.

At some point my future brother-in-law led us four from dance floor to his classroom. There he had his own stash, so we continued to drink and smoke right there in the classroom, talking and slowly making out with our respective partners. Eventually my sis and her date started fucking on some pushed together tables, but by then they were so drunk they both passed out mid-fuck.

I continued to drink alone, because my gf was determined to stay sober, and downed at least another half bottle of some sweet hard liquor before we ended up having sex as well. By then I had somehow gone into a deep drunken funk, and so I was telling her terrible things; I fucked her while telling that in two or three months I will dump her, but the other couple in the room will get married (and was right on both counts, although that marriage took ten long years before it get finalised).

Next I knew, she was waking me up, because she got bored, she said. She was horny, and it was big day outside. So we fucked again. After, I tried to apologise about my drunken ramblings, and she shut me up offering me a lit cigarette. I'm not a smoker, it was easily still within two dozen first cigarettes I smoked ever, and two thirds of that number had been during the night before. So it wasn't a good idea, I got feeling sick.

I jumped up and in still apparent daze struggled to open the window. It was one of those weird things that rotate around horizontal pivot rather than open normally. But I succeeded, leaned out and puked on the outer windowsill. Unfortunately, when I tried to stand up I smashed the winow with the back of my head; the glass collapsed all over me. I don't know how I was left unhurt.

That laud noise wake up my teacher (and future brother-in-law), and he started screaming and barking at me, but I was just standing there, half naked with no pants, shrugging off scattered glass and throwing up some more. And then he stopped mid swear, and barfed all over his desk, then stormed out, presumably to find a bathroom.

My sister stirred, and I was afraid she will roll off the table she was sleeping on, so I went to her to help her up. As soon she sit up she vomited all over my chest, then hugged me and started to cry.

And so I was hugging my sister, naked and sobbing, and covered in her own vomit, until my girlfriend, good samarian she was, arrived with large glass of water and tried to clean us with what probably was blackboard cloth soaked with chalk, but why would care about that then.

Few hours later we went on like nothing had happened. On our way out we went to school's technical manager to inform about the broken window, only to find him in his office and awake, but in completely incoherent state himself.

Amazingly, there were no immediate consequences for either of us.

 

[Reshbod]

I have an unfinished story that involves a newlywed couple who move into an apartment. Turns out a jerk the husband new in high school also lives there. He rides a motorcycle and smokes and is the typical bad boy.

The wife used to smoke and the more the bad boy is around, the more the cravings start coming back.

I need to dig that one out and get it finished.

 

[Hypoxia]

Those smoking tobacco in my stories are generally not nice people and tend not to get kissed. More and better players in my tales puff potent pot, sometimes to vivid effect. I might have had some smoke datura, but that's a hallucinogenic hazard. I should write my accounts about Rainbow People's festivals, with many herbal blends being puffed.

LD: An alumnus need merely have attended a school, not graduated. Bill Gates is a Yale alumnus and dropout.

 

[LupusDei]

LD: An alumnus need merely have attended a school, not graduated. Bill Gates is a Yale alumnus and dropout.

Yes. Anyway, the point was, current students were supposedly not welcome that night (in part because there was no illusions it won't end how it did). Didn't stop a good number of seniors to work they way in, in a number of ways.

 

[Joannexx]

Smoking stories

Hi Guys

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