Maybe it began when I was much younger, and easily influenced by adults. Perhaps it began at 18 after watching Sharon Stone during the film Basic Instinct, admiring the way she seductively smoked in the police interview room. But I did know that the thought of smoking a cigarette had me reaching deep between my legs. I was in the kitchen making a sandwich one day when I opened a draw to grab a knife.
I'm a smoker and my boyfriend has a smoking fetish. He likes it when I smoke while we're having sex; he likes to jerk off and watch me smoke; he likes me to smoke and give him oral sex at the same time. His porn collection is all smoking-related. I've really enjoyed participating in this fetish. However, I know I must quit.
Dad was a heavy smoker, and we'd often wake up on Sundays to a living room filled with stale cigarette stench from his buddies playing mahjong overnight. That effectively killed any interest I had in cigarettes. Tried cigars a couple of times, but didn't like the flavour.