cute girl, cute lil dress, cute white smile … not-so-cute habit (unless you like that sort of thing – which I can definitely see you do) ...

you may think a heavy smoker like me must enjoy danger, and mostly I do, but I live in Brazil, and being outdoors these days is too much danger even for me, so I do all my smoking (and there’s quite a lot of it) inside, where the smoke has no place to go except into my body …

and here I am now in the living room, standing before you, dangling my long white cigarette so naturally, heavy makeup bringing out my coal-black eyes, my plump lips wearing just the softest touch of nude lipstick … no lip prints on my white filter, how will the detectives ever discover it was me …

I move in close to you and blow great lungfuls of my smoke in your face … some would be annoyed but oh, it is obvious and a little embarrassing how much you love it ... you are enveloped in my clouds – smoke that moments ago was *inside* me, intimate with my mouth, my throat,

my windpipe, my long-suffering lungs …

you seem to be by my smile, my dazzling white perfect teeth so close to you .. or maybe you are distracted by my chest expanding as my sensual lips suck in the essence of the cigarette. Mmm, so delicious ... so satisfying … for both of us …

I perch by the window, but the window remains closed … Fresh air, you say – ha, why would I want that, why dilute the nicotine with boring oxygen? You gaze at me from the side, from the back, from the front, like a starving man contemplating a banquet. You drink in all the details of my tiny white dress, more like an *idea* of a garment than something actually meant to conceal the skin beneath … Oh, yes, this is the look a certain someone requested for a special – and very private – custom … and while I was at it I decided to make something for you too … you’re welcome

Young chain smoker in a white lace minidress

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