After a long day at work, she liked to smoke. It wasn’t something she indulged in whilst at there because she didn’t like the smell that it left on her clothes. Plus, as she wasn’t a heavy smoker, it was a pleasure that she liked to delight in, in a more relaxed setting.
Sometimes she liked to sit and take a pull of the ever so intoxicating shisha. Holding it in long enough to allow the vapours to make their way in, deep enough to make her recline in her seat and close her eyes to think of other pleasures that could give her the same feeling both inside and out. She parted her lips ever so slightly, in the same way she would as if she was being taken from behind, catching the distant sound of a gasp as she exhaled.
Slowly, her eyes opened to allow the smile…
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