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I never did until I started fucking around with a masseuse who knew how to make the sex wild. His cock must've been just the perfect fit, and he loved to flip me over to missionary right before cumming. He'd jerk me off until I shot on my chest, blow his load, and spend his recovery time licking my cum off my chest. He loved cum, and l loved being licked everywhere.

My ex had an on again, off again battle with her smoking addiction. When we met, she wasn't a current smoker. I was disgusted by cigarettes. She would indulge my various fetishes. Piercings, thigh high boots, strap on play. She'd always take my loads, not a drop was wasted. Eventually, she would start sneaking cigarettes when stressed. I would find out. We would fight. We'd make up and fuck. One night, I lit a cigarette while fucking her from behind, sucked some smoke into my mouth, and kissed her. I shot gunned the smoke into her mouth. She orgasmed instantly, and nearly broke my dick off when she tightened up. That was the beginning of a wild ride. We came to an agreement that she could smoke regularly if we delved into all of our wildest ideas. She would light a cigarette in the living room, just to get me riled up (no smoking in the house!), then drop to her knees and pull my cock out. The sight of her exhaling cigarette smoke around my rock hard cock while feeling her tongue ring tease the underside was ecstacy. Within weeks, her wires were crossed, and so were mine. She would get wet every time she lit up. This became a bit of an issue when she smoked at work, as her head wasn't in the game. I couldn't see her smoke or smell those Marlboro reds without trying to fuck her. She had agreed to get a small tattoo (another fetish of mine), but 4 months after we began this crazy trip, she had a large back piece and a garter belt design around her hips. Pierced tongue, nipples, navel, clit hood. She would smoke 4-6 cigarettes while we fucked, one after the other. Seeing her mount her strap-on after slipping her leather boots on had me hard enough to cut diamonds. She'd fuck me while smoking, trying to act dominant and controlling when in reality she was the more submissive and pleasing type. I'd reached the epitope of sexual bliss, living my ultimate porn fantasy, but it didn't last. We crashed and burned. I still had a lot of sexual growth to do, however. 2 years later, I'm in a hotel in Virginia, on all fours with a tongue up my ass, prepping me to take a thick 9 inch cock from a guy I'd messaged an hour ago off craigslist. It would be the first cock I would take, and while it was a hell of a first step, I was hooked. It was the first and last condom covered cock I would take. Hey, if I always insisted on cumming in my partners, turn about is fair play. So, if it weren't for my ex's smoking, and the doors it opened sexually, I wouldn't be posting here today. I've yet to indulge with a man, but the thought of him lighting up while sliding in me definitely makes my ass twitch.