Glitter gloss, black stiletto nails on the filter, and purple light across my skin. You don’t get my eyes at any point. The camera sits too close, and you were never here to be looked at.

No talking. Just the zippo striking, my lips closing around it, and every drag after that — deep ones, the kind where you watch my cheeks hollow and hear it go all the way down before a single thread of smoke comes back out. Close-miked, so it goes straight to your mouth and stays there.

None of this was filmed for you. That’s what you’re actually paying for: five minutes of something that happens whether you exist or not, and the privilege of being hard in the dark while it does.

Finish whenever you like. Then tribute, because men who only watch stay men who only watch x

Sit back, relax, and enjoy the smoke with me x

You came back for another cigarette... and this time, I want you to smoke with me. Take yours out, light it, and follow my lead. As we inhale together, I want you to feel that warmth spreading through your chest, that familiar burn settling at the back of your throat, and the little rush that makes you want another drag before you've even finished the first.

By the time we reach the last one, you’ll find yourself matching every breath, every drag, every exhale. Slow. Deep. Together. Until smoking with me feels completely natural.

Then I'll put mine out, but you won't be finished.

I want you to light another... and smoke it alone while thinking about me. Enjoy x

enjoy x

Lying back in black lace with my heels still on and an ashtray between my thighs. Just one Red, taken slow, and the smoke drifting up over me while I take my time. You get to watch every second of it x

You've been edging for two weeks, only when I've allowed it, and now you're desperate to see me smoke. You went into my Wishlist, found something you thought I'd love, and bought it. You blush thinking I might have noticed, you ask for permission properly, and wait patiently until I respond satisfied and give you my answer: yes, you're now allowed to cum for me, good boy x

I know exactly why you like the side view. You get to see how my mouth works, how the smoke leaves me, and every now and then I'll glance over to remind you I know you're watching. Reds one after another, French inhales, nose exhales, and residuals hanging between them.

Come spend some time with me x

Yesterday, I haven't had a single minute to myself, and not one cigarette since I left in the morning. So the moment I got home I lit one up and made it last. That first deep drag after hours of waiting, held in until I felt it everywhere, then let out slow.

Come with me, light up, and submit to the pleasure of smoking x

First cigarette of the day, coffee in the other hand, and nothing on but my bra. Slow morning drags before I've properly woken up, double drags, smoke rings and thick exhales. Everything you crave for.

Come have your coffee with me x

Two Marlboros at once, sitting here in nothing but a Slam Dunk jersey with an ashtray in my lap, taking them both down together. Twice the smoke, twice the ash, twice as deep. Enjoy x