I have a fetish for smoking, also called “capnolagnia“. (Not to be confused with coprolagnia, which is the fetish for feces.) I have had this fetish for a long time. Possibly since I was a child, though I didn’t first try a cigarette until I was a teenager.
I remember seeing this photo of Madonna when I was in high school and being very drawn to it. I found it and Her so incredibly sexy. I saw Myself in Her. This blend of feminine and masculine energy. Maybe a bit of the Leather Daddy, too. 😉
(photo: Herb Ritts)
So why don’t I offer smoking play?
I stopped smoking! (My last cigarette was in November of 2011.)
At that time, it felt like something I wanted to do. I had smoked on and off for 18 years and My body would let Me know it wasn’t happy by getting sick. A doctor told Me I was a prime candidate for more serious problems. I already knew this.
For the most part, I really enjoyed it, though.
…positioning one between two fingers, bringing it to slightly parted lips, the flick of the match or lighter while pulling in that first drag, a French inhale (so sexy), then rings, a perfect accompaniment to coffee and conversation…
I do miss that. But My body is happier without them.
I have considered vaping in sessions, but I’m not sure it would have the same effect. Also, from what I’ve read, they are not any less safe — if not worse.
If only someone would make a safe cigarette…