Chain-smoking my last two Marlboro Reds. Absolute comfort in my clothes, but absolute chaos in my chest. Because when I need to relax, filling my lungs with smoke is the only thing that works

Tonight couldn't end any other way... My senses are completely overwhelmed: the strong rush, the intense ashtray smell radiating from my skin, and the ashes tracing the reflection of what's inside me. Here, words are no longer necessary; the only thing I need is to fuck my pussy right along with my lungs, surrendered like the dirty Marlboro red slut that I am. My pussy also wanted to feel the ash, but the fresh, hot ash from the three cigarettes I'm smoking at the same time, consuming myself until my very last breath.

My body demands more marks, more evidence of what consumes me. This is a direct descent to the bottom: tracing the damage with my own stained hands, letting the ash cling to my skin, and completely surrendering to the heavy weight of the tar. There is no self-control when the vice possesses you inside and out.

There is no word like "no" when the addiction is in charge. I am It’s obedient slut, surrendered to every deep drag and the stifling density of my Marlboro Reds. But the obsession demands more: every ash that falls is an order I obey without hesitation, tasting its bitter flavor, swallowing it all the way down, and feeling how it stains me from within, how it slowly burns me. I seek to bend myself further, to get lost in this spiral of smoke and ruin where the vice holds all the control and I am just its vessel, its slave willing to consume herself entirely

Desnuda, porque ya sé de memoria el calor que está a punto de bañar mi piel. Hablemos de la urgencia de ese golpe agudo en las sienes y de la obsesión innegociable con el rush. Odio cuando el cuerpo se entumece y el tabaco pierde su filo; mi motor es ese golpe sacudidor que te deja sin aliento y te nubla la vista, y sé que el tuyo también. En esta sesión no hay técnicas, solo una charla, algunos consejos para sentir un rush fuerte y rápido con un solo cigarrillo. Mírame y sigue mi ritmo. Observa cómo mi cuerpo desnudo reacciona a la cascada de humo en la que se convierten mis pulmones, empujándome al límite, dejándome sin aliento y completamente hechizada. Sigue mi ritmo en este powersmoking hasta exprimir el último rastro de placer de un solo cigarrillo

Story time on how my own body is making me pay the price... I've been struggling for weeks with a cough that burns inside and leaves every rib aching with every breath. Anyone in their right mind would stop, but logic doesn't work with me. The more it punishes me, the more I need it. A sick, dark, and obsessive love that I will never want to cure myself of, no matter how much it costs me my breath.

Mi concha estaba tan mojada y cremosa ?. Si estoy saturada de tos y humo, probablemente es porque estoy a punto de correrme

Buscas un poco de calma, pero un cigarrillo nunca es suficiente. Enciendo el segundo Marlboro Red esperando relajarme, y de repente el humo se siente tan espeso que me atraganto y toso, y más allá de cómo me quema la garganta y el pecho, me encanta cómo mi cuerpo se contorsiona ante el impacto en mis pulmones, porque cada calada golpea de manera diferente y recorre mi cuerpo con una intensidad que me desarma. Mi cuerpo anhela más, la sensación es pura adicción, e incapaz de detenerme, termino encendiendo el tercero.