Smoking Fetish Models


The night was still young and I was feeling quite adventurous. I had recently started exploring my own body and sexuality. I had heard about the phenomenon of smoking fetish models, and I was intrigued. These were models who were trained to dress up in provocative clothing and use a cigarette as part of their sensual performances.

The thought of getting up close and personal with a smoking fetish model was too tantalizing to resist. I took out my phone and began searching for such models near me. I was amazed at the variety of choices I had. They ranged from classy, sophisticated ladies to feisty and naughty vixens.

The one that caught my eye was a curvy brunette with striking green eyes. Her profile page said she was a trained smoking fetish model and I immediately liked what I saw. I booked a private session with her and quickly got ready, eager to finally have my fantasy come to life.

When I arrived at the studio, the smoking fetish model greeted me with a seductive smile. She was wearing a tight-fitting black dress that clung to her curves. She lit a cigarette and proceeded to perform for me. She slowly began to move her body to the rhythm of the smoke, and I could feel a heat rising inside me.

I let my gaze wander over her body as she moved. Her full lips parted slightly and I could see the tip of her tongue digging into the cigarette filter as she inhaled. Her movements were full of passion and I was mesmerized. I felt my heart skip a beat and my body tense as I watched her.

The smoking fetish model blew out rings of smoke with precise accuracy. Each inhalation made my heart beat faster. She slowly curled her tongue around the cigarette and licked the filter with her hot, wet tongue.

When she finished her performance, I was in a state of aroused desire. I wanted her like I had never wanted anything before. I stepped forward and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss with just as much passion. Our tongues intertwined in a passionate embrace and I savored her taste.

I couldn’t contain myself any longer, and I moved my hands to her curves. She moaned softly as I caressed her body. I cupped her full breasts and moved to her neck. She tilted her head back and let out a moan of pleasure.

I slowly began to unzip her dress and she eagerly helped me remove it. I gasped as her perfect body was revealed. I ran my hands over her curves and she trembled with pleasure. I could feel a heat radiating off her body and I wanted her even more.

I leaned in to kiss her neck and she responded by pressing her body against mine. I moved down to her neck, then lower to her breasts. I kissed and licked each nipple until she was gasping with pleasure. I moved lower still, taking in her body with my mouth. I kissed and licked her inner thighs until she was begging for more.

Finally, I moved inside her and pushed deeper and deeper. I could feel her body quiver as my thrusts became harder and faster. She moaned and cried out in pleasure, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to climax. I held her tight as our bodies moved in perfect harmony.

We were both at the edge of pleasure when suddenly, I heard a loud bang and the room filled with smoke. I pulled out of her, and we both quickly looked around in confusion. It was then that I realized that the smoke was due to a small fire that had started because of some embers that had escaped the burning cigarette.

We both laughed as we hastily gathered our clothes and put out the fire. We then collapsed onto the bed in a state of post-coital bliss. As I snuggled in her arms, I realized that I had truly experienced a night I would never forget.

This smoking fetish models had opened up a whole new world of pleasure for me. I’d never been so aroused and satisfied in my life. This experience had truly been the ultimate in sensual pleasure. I couldn’t wait to explore more of this side of my sexuality.