::jarbaby trots in, lays on couch, folds arms across chest::
I’ve got a bit of a problem. A weird yet powerful and slightly unnerving sexual condition
::chorus sings: what else is new?::
Anyway, it just struck me at lunch today that I absolutely have a smoking fetish. Now, I don’t mean in the literal definition of fetish, wherein smoking is required for me to achieve sexual satisfaction, but I do have an honest, real, physiological sexual reaction to watching men smoke.
All my life (well, since adolescence) I’ve just been enthralled with GOOD, male smokers. And when I say good, I mean I don’t get turned on by watching a shaky, smoking newbie struggle with a cigarette for a quick high.
but there are guys out there…guys who have been smoking forever and they’re just so…good at it. They do it with style. It’s like a heartbeat to them, they can talk with the cigarette in their mouth, wave it around like its a natural appendage, discreetly blowing the smoke away from my face while they talk. it’s HOT!
And today, to top it, I saw a guy outside Water Tower Place pull a cigarette from a pack, quickly draw it across his tongue and then light it. I’ll be honest, my jaw dropped, my cheeks flushed. I loved it!
And I know smoking is bad. I know it’s deadly. I dated a smoker for four years and I HATED it (and him actually). My clothes and hair always smelled like smoke, I’m sure my lungs were damaged by being around him, and I thought that experience would cleanse me of this unhealthy attraction.
But it didn’t.
Hubby does not smoke, daddy, mommy, nobody in my family smokes. I don’t smoke. but I’d say 8 out of 10 guys that I fantasize about are BIG smokers, and that adds to the fantasy.
A search on google or yahoo for ‘smoking fetish’ reveals that this is usually a male thing, men watching women smoke, and I’ve yet to find another woman who loves it as much as I do.
What’s my deal?
jarbaby