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You know how it is. It's New Year's, you meet a guy at a bar, you go home with him, you have a great time in bed - and then he won't let you smoke in his house. WHAT??!! Because he has a pet ... that's allergic ... to cigarette smoke? When it's my absolute right to smoke wherever I want - what a loser! Listen to me rant - and watch as my cigarette helps me relax.

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Bedtime. When I crave my last cigarette of the day. Especially this time - because I held off while finishing a late work night. So I put on my polka dot pajamas and had my cigarette. And it was so good - I had another. The smoke looks beautiful in the light (especially on the first cigarette) and you can really hear the pop of the filter and my inhales and exhales (especially on the second cigarette). Won't you come join a pretty girl for a bedtime cigarette - or two. 

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There’s something about smoking by candlelight. Flame illuminating flame. The flicker, the shadows, the dark warmth. A candle is brief. A cigarette, briefer still. Join me for this one. We’ll make time.

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Got 15 minutes? Come hang out with a smoking girl. This is a recording of a livestream from early February. I'm in my basement - where I usually don't smoke unless I'm being baaaad - and I'm trying to get my work done (polishing badges, sexy stuff) and I'm using my cigarette as a reward to make myself finish. So while I'm working, I start to get antsy - you smokers know how it is - so I decide to dangle, because dangling in my basement is allowed. So I'm chatting away, responding to questions and comments, surviving the occasional coughing fit, and then, suddenly, I just made a baaaaad girl decision and lit up in the basement. If you live in a cold place and normally have to smoke outdoors, you will recognize the look of ECSTACY on my face as I enjoy my much-needed much deserved cigarette in my nice warm basement. This was the best 15 minutes of my day - make it the best of yours too.

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Yes, I’m a smoking queen – literally, I’m a smoking *snow* queen. Look at me in my plush red robe and short white dress, white fishnet stockings and white sneakers, standing outside in a winter wonderland. Don’t I look cute standing outside in winter without even a coat on, smoking a cigarette and exhaling into the chilly air? Why aren’t you here with me to keep me warm, hmm?

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Sure, you like how I look when I smoke. How I smell. How I ... taste. But what do you think about how I sound? Those soft sounds I make every time I smoke a cigarette. The little POP as I pull the filter from my mouth. The HISSS as I swallow the smoke. The soft endless stream as I exhale a beautiful cloud. The little MMM as my lungs enjoy the treat I’m giving them. And that sexy little GASP of expectation as I get ready to do it again ... and again. Oh, and what about my voice? Soft and rough, somehow, all at once, from ten years of coating my throat with smoke 25 times a day. You like the voice of a beautiful young smoker, whispering softly in your ear as she enjoys another cigarette? Well, come on, join me - and turn your headphones up.

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Here I am in a short red sweaterdress, just lounging on a fluffy white rug, enjoying my cigarette – you know, the way girls do. My hair is in pigtails, isn’t it cute – my long glittery earrings dangle. Do you like to watch my big, bare legs – so nice to see bare legs in winter, isn’t it? The air is so still, the smoke drifts so slowly – it’s mesmerizing, isn’t it. I’m fun to watch. Come – watch me smoke.