Smoking Addiction in Seven Lessons

By now, the whole class was smoking, including Ms. Knowles who had an evil smile on her face, slowly nodding her head towards Karen while puffing on a long, white cigarette she held with her delicate fingers to the side of her mouth.

Karen walked back up to the front of the class. The Virginia Slims in her hand had not shrunk in the least. It was still as long and beautiful as when she started her presentation. She held it alongside her body next to her hip. She knew she looked good. The seductive, smoking librarian was on a roll.

"That's why," she said finally as she raised both of her arms towards the class, the cigarette jutting out from between her fingers, "we need to experience the power of the smoke and completely obey it." Immediately every student's body in the class began to quiver in erotic delight. Only Ms. Knowles was unaffected as she continued to smile wickedly at Karen.

"Thank you," Karen said with a slight bow. She walked back to her seat near the back of the room, listening to the heavy breathing from the orgasms she had just triggered among her classmates. She brought the 120 up to the center of her mouth and took a long puff, thoroughly pleased with herself that she had turned everyone in the room into a smoker.

Ms. Knowles slowly brought the 120 cigarette horizontally to her lips, took a deep puff, and then after several seconds, exhaled a long stream. "A+" she whispered.

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When Karen opened her eyes, she immediately knew what her topic would be.

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Karen was jubilant at dinner that night. "I know exactly what I'm going to do my project on," she said as she shoveled into her mouth the remaining kimchi on her plate. "I'm going to experience smoking."

Myung, taking a gulp on her beer, immediately began coughing. When she cleared her throat, she said with red eyes, "You're going to become a smoker?"

Ari, a small grin on her lips, remained silent as she stared intently at her younger sister.

"Yes! Well, no...not really," she said with her mouth full of kimchi. She took a gulp from her Diet Coke and swallowed. "I'm going to start smoking so that I can experience what it's like to become addicted. Then, in the final weeks of my research, I'll have the opportunity to experience breaking free from that addiction when I quit smoking." She took another swig from her Diet Coke.

Myung looked at her daughter with concern.This girl is delusional, she thought to herself.Was the OCD progressing? "You know," she said as she reached for her pack of VS120s next to her plate, "it's not so easy to quit smoking once you start." She pulled out a cigarette and lit it, loving the feel of the smoke rushing into her chest mixed with the spicy meal she had just consumed. "You may not want to stop...or even be able to."

"Don't worry, Mom. I know I can do it. Besides, I can't attend UCLA as a smoker; not with the kind of restrictions California has on smoking these days. So I'll have to quit!"

The Korean mother was at a loss for words. Her oldest had never asked for permission to smoke; Ari just started on her own without even trying to hide it. And Myung was very pleased that she did. She always hoped that her daughters would pick up the habit, knowing that it would bring them all closer together in a way that non-smokers just could never understand. So what was it exactly that her youngest wanted from her? She scratched her head. "Well, you've never needed my permission to smoke if that's what you are asking."

"I appreciate that, Mom" Karen said, grateful that she had a mother who always treated her like an adult, "but what I need are cigarettes. I'm telling you about my project because I can't afford to buy my own, and I didn't want to sneak around stealing packs out of your cartons."

Cigarettes weren't cheap, of course, but there was a thrill building inside of Myung that she would be contributing to the birth of another smoker in the world. She turned to Ari. "You're awfully quiet," she said.

"I think it's a great idea," Ari replied as she pulled a cigarette out of her mother's pack and lit it. "And I'll help you in any way that I can" (especially in getting you addicted, the 20 year old thought to herself.) "It's about time you became one of us."

Karen smiled. She liked the sound of that. But she reminded herself that this was only temporary. A few weeks at most. Then she would quit. "I'd like to start tonight," she said eagerly.

Myung, wondering whether she was making the right decision, said softly, "You know where I keep my cartons."

"Thanks, Mom!" Karen said jumping up from the chair and hugging her mother.

Myung felt a pang of guilt. She knew that her daughter, particularly with her obsessive personality, did not understand the life altering activity she was about to embark upon. So why did that also give her an erotic thrill as she watched Karen pull a pack out of the kitchen cabinet?

"I'll be in to help you in a few minutes," Ari said as Karen ran down the hall. She then looked at her mother who was staring at her with an expression of concern on her face. "What?"

"You know as well as I do that she won't be able to quit."

"Mmm," Ari hummed with a smile as she took a puff.

"So why do you want to help her smoke?"

"For the same reason you do, Mom," Ari said with a touch of wickedness in her voice after exhaling a long, creamy stream. "Every smoker wants the whole world to smoke." Ari tapped the cigarette over her plate as she stood up from the table, and then slowly walked out of the room with a thin trail of smoke lingering in her wake.

"She is as evil as she is beautiful," Myung whispered to herself in Korean.

PART 4 - LESSONS ONE THROUGH THREE: HOLDING, LIGHTING, AND INHALING

Ari made a quick stop in her bedroom, grabbing her VS-120 pack, a lighter and a clean ashtray she had in the closet. Such naughty thoughts were going through this Mistress' mind. Sharing with others the joy of smoking was more than just a turn-on for her (and indeed, her pussy was pretty moist by now). It was what she lived for.

When she entered Karen's room, she saw that her sister had already pulled out a 120 from the pack and was gazing at herself in the dresser mirror as she sat on a chair. She held the long cigarette aloft just to the side of her face, emulating her mother's style - which Ari recognized immediately. "Pretty cool, isn't it?" Ari said as she took a seat on the bed alongside Karen's chair. "Mom is such a classy smoker. I always wanted to be just like her."

"And now you are," Karen said with a mischievous smile.

"Now I am," Ari said in agreement. "So, why let's begin your first lesson there: holding a cigarette. There are many ways to convey a certain image. Are you going for the mature, confident look? Hold the cigarette between the base of your fingers and up like this," she said, raising her arm so that the cigarette was about 8 inches away from her face, "and then put your right arm across your chest so that you can rest your elbow on the back of your hand. Like this." She demonstrated the technique. "That pose is best for standing. When sitting, you can simply rest your hand on your thigh, or on your knee when your legs are crossed, keeping the cigarette either vertical or at an angle. Either of these poses exude a low key elegance and grace, while also conveying a self-assurance that youknow you look good as a smoker."

Karen was taking mental notes as she emulated each of the poses her sister showed her. With an amazing memory, she could listen to someone for an hour and then almost verbatim detail what the person had said.

"But if you're going for sexy," Ari said with a naughty smile, "well, you have to hold the cigarette aloft...like this."

"Like Mom," Karen said with an approving nod.

"Like Mom, the sexiest smoker I know." (Well, except for moi, she thought to herself vainly.) She showed what she meant by holding the cigarette horizontally in the tips of her fingers at shoulder length. "Then bring it to the side of your mouth and take a slow puff." As Ari demonstrated exactly what she meant on her half-smoked 120, Karen felt a euphoria rising inside of her. She copied her sister with an exactness even Ari found impressive. Karen couldn't wait to try it again, but next time the cigarette would be lit.

"Very good, very good," Ari said eagerly to her sibling. "Let's move on to Lesson Two: Lighting." Ari stubbed out her Virginia Slims in the ashtray she had brought in from her room, and she grabbed a fresh one from her pack so that she could show Karen step by step. "You can light it one of two ways: holding it in your fingers or freehanded. I like to do it freehanded. It's pretty sexy if you can light the tip when it is just out of reach from the flame, but I like a nice hot tip, so I put it right into the fire and suck." She brought her lighter to life and inserted the tip into the flame. It turned a bright orange as Ari took a deep puff and snapped it back while Karen looked on with awe.

"Now," she began but then paused to exhale before continuing on, "I would recommend you just take a small puff when lighting it, then blow it out without inhaling. No need to rush it."

Karen was shaking from the anticipation of smoking that VS-120 in her hand, so she decided to hold the cigarette between her fingers while lighting it so that she could keep it steady. She inserted the tip into the flame as she had seen her sister do, and puffed lightly. Immediately a continuous thin strip of smoke began to curl upwards when she moved the lighter away and continued puffing. It was a sight to behold. For the first time in her life she was filling her mouth with smoke.

As her sister had urged, Karen did not inhale that first puff. Instead, she opened her mouth a tad and let it just float out. Ari was beside herself with excitement as her pussy began to slowly throb; not because she had any sexual designs on her sister, but because she was so turned on by what she was doing: teaching someone to smoke. That someone with Karen's obsessive personality was doomed to addiction made this experience for her even more erotic than all of the boyfriends she had turned into smokers before. She wasn't kidding about what she said to her mother: she wanted the whole world to smoke.

As for Karen, she was loving every moment of this. She once again gazed at her reflection, watching the smoke rise in a long string from her fingertips. As often as she fantasized one day doing this, she never imagined that it would look this magical.

"Now if you're ready to inhale..." Ari said.

"Actually," Karen interrupted without taking her gaze away from the mirror, "I'm not ready. I want to enjoy this moment a little longer." She looked at her sister with an expression which said, "Thanks, but I can take it from here." Karen wanted to be alone.

"I understand," Ari said honestly. The first time was a life-changing moment. Her sister needed to savor it. "Remember," she said with one final piece of advice, "it's all in controlling the gag reflex. Keep the puff light and the inhale shallow." She pulled a piece of gum out of her pocket. "Something sweet in your mouth also helps."

"Thanks, sis," Karen said with genuine affection.

Ari had a cheek-to-cheek smile on her face. "You're going to love being a smoker." She kissed her on the forehead and walked across the hall to her own room, closing the door behind her. Immediately, she unbuttoned her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and plunged her fingers into her own pussy. She took a double-pump puff, inhaled, and then another double-pump as her fingers vigorously stimulated her clit."Mmff-God," she said with a muffled groan as her pussy exploded in jubilation like a gigantic water balloon before she could even reach the bed.

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Karen pulled out a journal pad so that she could take notes in real time as she was smoking. "Puffing," she jotted down as a heading on the first page. "A slight tingling sensation of the tongue. The taste of burnt paper..." she put the stick of spearmint gum into her mouth "...until masked by sucking on something sweet." She took another puff. The smoke was sweet and tasty with the gum in her mouth, but she wasn't ready to inhale yet. Instead she watched the smoke rise in an unformed mass when she opened her mouth wide. "Ohh," she groaned with butterflies in her stomach. "That looked good."

"Erotic sensation from watching the smoke rise from mouth," she wrote down in the journal. She let the cigarette dangle from her lips as she took her pulse; then she saw herself in the mirror and could immediately sense her heart beating faster. "Increased pulse rate," she wrote down in the journal. And then in parenthesis she wrote, "Chemical or psychological cause?" Was it just the nicotine making her heart race, or was she genuinely turned on by watching herself smoke? She tapped the ash over the ashtray. She had puffed on 2/3 of the cigarette. She brought the Virginia Slims up to her lips and took another puff. "Filter growing noticeably warmer 2/3 of the way down," she wrote. "Smoke also feels thicker." She decided that if she was going to inhale, it would not be wise to do so while the smoke was hotter and denser. She would have to light a second cigarette. But there was plenty of time for that. She watched herself take several more drags, pushing each one out in either one big glob or a thin stream

And then she noticed that she was feeling light headed. This was the same kind of buzz she gets when her Mom shares a beer with her. How could that be if she wasn't inhaling? There must still be residual smoke left in her mouth, she reasoned, which she was breathing inadvertently into her lungs. She made note of these sensations in her journal, bringing the cigarette to her lips for one final puff as she did so. She opened her mouth to let the smoke float upwards, but then she felt compelled to breathe in just the tail end. All at once her lungs lit up like a neon sign in Vegas as it welcomed the stimulation. She wasn't completely surprised by this. After all, her lungs had been breathing in second-hand smoke her entire life. She looked at herself in the mirror and pursed her lips, blowing a very thin stream of smoke towards the reflection. She liked the feeling, and so did her lungs. She was ready to go on to Lesson 3.

While she appreciated her sister's advice, she had already spent several hours before dinner researching online how to smoke a cigarette for the first time; what the biological and psychological effects were on humans; what are the causes for why 9 out of 10 smokers start when they are teenagers; what the differences are between Menthol, Regular, Full Flavor, Lights, Kings, cork tipped, all-whites. She was in many ways already an expert on smoking - at least in secondary research. There would be a lot more work to do, of course, in the weeks to come, but the primary focus of her project was to be on experiential learning. It was time to experience her first real inhale.

She stubbed out the cigarette and reached for the pack. She did love the smell of a fresh pack of Virginia Slims. When she pulled out a 120, she ran it under her nose, enjoying both the flavorful odor and the tickling of her nose. She decided to light it freehanded this time, bringing the flame just to the edge of the 120's tip. She did not inhale the first puff, letting it flow out of her mouth. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Here we go," she whispered as she brought the filter to the center of her lips, "short and shallow." The puff lasted no more than a second. She opened her mouth so that she could watch herself inhaling. The ball behind her lips was thin and transparent, perfect for a first inhale. She slowly took a breath and was amazed at how quickly the ball was sucked into the back of her mouth and down her throat. She felt the smoke billowing into her lungs, and she imagined a white fluffy cloud floating inside the top of her chest.

She pursed her lips and exhaled. As was to be expected, the stream of smoke was thin, but it had served its purpose. She had managed her first full inhale without a cough. She smiled at her reflection. She immediately brought the cigarette to her lips for a second puff. She couldn't stifle a light cough, but she was not going to be stymied by any resistance from her lungs. She would force them to submit. She took a third puff, this one just a bit deeper than the two before. Her buzz was increasing. The hairs on her head began to tingle. She was liking this activity very much.

It was after the fourth and fifth puffs that she began to feel queasy. She looked around the room which was filled with smoke. Even with two smokers in the household, she wasn't used to breathing in this much smoke in such a confined space. No need to push it. There was plenty of time to continue her research. This was just the first day; and with Spring Break beginning the following Monday, she would have a full week to develop an addiction. Karen decided to put the half-smoked cigarette out, writing in her journal up in the corner the number "2" so as to keep careful track of how many cigarettes she was smoking each day.

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But Karen didn't stop at just two on that first day. Later that Friday evening, she decided to watch a Korean drama with her Mom and sister. She regretted never learning the language, but she still felt close to her ancestral culture. Plus, nearly all of these films had subtitles. Both Ari and Myung lit a Virginia Slims soon after settling into their seats on the couch, while Karen sat in a cushy chair to the side. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched them slowly bring their cigarettes up to the centers of their lips and, with the cigarettes perfectly horizontal, take puffs that made the tips glow orange in the dimly lit room. Both would inhale using their own unique styles - Myung a snap, and Ari a French inhale - and hold it in their chests for several seconds. A long stream of smoke would then follow, its bubbly form lit up by the glow of the television screen.

As if that lovely scene was not motivation enough to light up, Ari had purposely chosen to stream a Korean film that she knew had a lot of smoking scenes from the main characters. Some positive affirmation about the smoking habit would help speed things along with her sister, she hoped. Indeed, Karen couldn't resist. Not more than 20 minutes into the film when Ari and Myung were already on their second cigarettes, Karen went into her bedroom to grab her new pack and lighter. Sitting back down in her chair, she lit a cigarette freehanded.

With an evil smile on her face, Ari looked over at her mother who smiled back.

While the queasiness she experienced earlier had dissipated, Karen was still cautious. She didn't mind that the majority of her puffs went uninhaled. In fact, it was the puff itself, followed by a creamy exhale that thrilled her the most. The buzz from a shallow inhale was an added bonus. She even tried a few French inhales that her sister complimented her on

Another important outcome to this experiential learning was that she felt she was now part of that "smokers" bond which Ari and her Mom had formed over the last six months. The three of them were a collective now. It gave her a feeling of total contentment to contribute to the cloud of thick smoke that formed in the living room that evening.

She also scratched out the number "2" in the corner of her journal and wrote a new number: "4."

PART 5 - LESSON FOUR: A UNIQUE STYLE

Karen awoke Saturday morning with the oddest physical sensations. She pulled out her journal and wrote, "A bitter taste in mouth and a slight aching in chest." She wasn't worried. She knew that there would be minimal health consequences smoking only for a few weeks - and then she would quit. She also realized that it would probably take a few days for her body to adapt to her new habit, but she was proud of what she had accomplished so far, smoking four cigarettes on her first day.