Passionate Seductive Smoke; Inhale… Hold It… Exhale… Blow. ♕

Desert Nights and Seductive Smoke

The pitch-black desert is blanketed in a sky full of stars, and a fiery comet glides through the sky. “It’s nice to have someone to share this with…” I strike a match and light my blunt. The crispening roll is like music to my ears. The white phantom smoke rises to meet my eyes. We have a death stare, suspended in time, until the passionate seductive smoke carries me away with it. I’m in a higher state of mind and my only company is a man whose last name I can’t even remember. Figures.

“You look beautiful glowing behind the flame”. I look across the bonfire locking my gaze onto Mr. Orphan Eyes, for just a moment. Then, I sink my eyes into the blue flame leaking from the tip of my lighter. Though I turn to face the vast desert, with my back to him, I sense the beads of sweat dripping nervously down his face. My dimples surface, “Hey, my eyes are up here; …you ok?” He tells me that as I puff at my blunt, the passionate seductive smoke dances right over my canvas. It almost looks like a white lace dress rising off my body.

I can feel my face reddening, I bite my lip to keep from smiling. Instead, I pass him the blunt so he can puff a few. The night feels frozen, but not the weather. Instead, it’s frozen in time. There is a beautiful song beaming from the tiny crickets, hidden all around. Only a few clouds sit center stage floating above our eyes. Suddenly, his shadow walks over my way. He squats down in front of me and stares profoundly. The palm of his hand feels like home. We stare at each other with the ease of an ancient friendship.

Passionate Seductive Smoke rises to meet the clouds.

Following this, he presses the end-tip of the blunt in between my scarlet red plump lips, “Inhale… hold it… exhale… blow.” Then, his hands meet mine in order to ascend my body up with the passionate seductive smoke. Finally, our mouths meet for a non-verbal lustful exchange; I feel like an amazing sexy girlfriend experience. The bonfire immediately warms my naked body under the pale moonlight. I don’t even know his last name, but he feels so good. It’s the perfect fit. The sweat drenching my body resembles our cosmic connection. My moans synchronously orchestrate along with the crickets’ beautiful harmony, and echo throughout the desert night; the flames ignite our passion.

My breasts are the mountains he climbs whereas my pussy is the fresh pond he swims in. The passionate seductive smoke runs down my body as he exhales it from his bearded mouth. Time freezes once more, one puff, two puff, three puff, four… My silhouette becomes a distorted figure. It curves backward in a state of pure submission. I hang contortionally from his hips as they lock against mine as he feeds my womanly hunger. A final wind is struck right out of me, I’ve rendered completely, and so has he. We lie in the cushioned grass and watch the passionate seductive smoke rise into the night.

Would you like to go for a ride?