I love torturing a man with my smoking. The way his eyes follow that slim, white filtered cigarette, held lightly between my fingers, excites Me. I know he's entranced and will do anything to be my cigarette boy. He watches as I inhale deeply. His eyes meet mine in the mirror. He knows I know.

My experience and creativity assure me of his complete cooperation. He will have many delightful surprises as I use his fascination with my smoking to my greatest advantage.