Maybe it's just me...

Smoking fetishes.

Contrary to what many people believe I DON’T love smoking fetishists just because I like to light it up now and then. The root of my unusual love for smoking fetishes has to be the sultry undertone in those sessions. It might be the fact that a smoking session isn’t typically just a smoking session, there is a lot more involved. A lot of times the smoking fetish seems to be manifested by a strong female figure in the fetishists life, like his mother and her friends. Voice patterns, seductive movements, old fashioned stockings & garters, cigarette holders, elbow-length gloves & knowing how to perfectly cross your legs is important in capturing the essence of a past life very reminiscent of the mid 1900’s. 

Although my love for smoking fetishes may also be derived from the sadist in me. Human ashtrays are intriguing, especially when they go all the way. Flicking ashes on a tongue is awesome, but not as awesome as putting your cigarette out on one and having the slave swallow away with the butts. Burning them all over (and especially on the balls) is a riot. Whats better than a self cleaning ashtray?

Smoking & the community

I am well aware that smoking is bad for you. Who the fuck isn’t? I appreciate the Truth commercials and the endless babble about how smoking kills for childrens’ sake, but truth-be-told (no pun intended) a smoker simply will not quit until he or she is ready. Period.

During my normal vigorous internet research I came across smokingpassions.com, a social network/dating site especially for heavy smokers (and as it appears smoking fetishists alike!) to meet, greet, smoke & mingle. 

There is also http://smokingfetishkingdom.com/, a nice little neat forum based site.

Puff the magic dragon.