Chapter 1: Introduction
Marlene Johnson couldn't remember a time when cigarettes weren't the center of her universe. Since she was thirteen, no goal, ambition, or interest ever mattered more than smoking. The crinkling cellophane of a just-opened pack and the first, sweet taste of smoke were Marlene's Pavlovian reward, her comfort, and the single ritual to which she devoted her every waking moment.
The city's dawn had yet to pierce the threadbare curtains of her studio apartment when she awoke so she fumbled in the darkness for the pack of smokes and lighter she kept on her nightstand.
Marlene lit another cigarette, letting the smell of it fill the room. She hated sleeping, it was the only part of the day when she couldn't smoke. Lighting up that first cigarette and taking a deep drag was her way of breaking the fast.
As she exhaled, she looked down at her naked body and felt the tingle between her legs. Smoking always turned her on. She reached for the remote next to her and turned on the TV, scrolling through an assortment of pornography. As the moans and groans filled the room, she laid back and closed her eyes imagining the hard dick on the screen plowing her pussy.
She greedily sucked down her first cigarette and followed it up with a second. Then she began to rub her pussy with her other hand.
Her fingertips traced the wet folds, slowly circling her clit, and slowly working her way in. She could feel the pleasure building deep inside her. Her breathing became labored, and her body wriggled on the couch. She took a long drag on her cigarette, letting the smoke fill her lungs as she focused on the growing fire between her legs.
"Fuck, fuck," she mumbled through gritted teeth, the words twisting together as she grinded her hips. The first orgasm came swiftly, washing over her in primal waves.
Marlene's whole body shook as she bucked her hips, and smoke whorled in the air around her like a disturbed fog. She moaned aloud, her voice mingling with the gasps and sighs from the TV.
But she couldn't stop, not now. No, this was just the beginning.
Muscles relaxed, and heart rate slowed, Marlene grabbed for another cigarette. As she lit it, she caught her reflection in the mirror opposite, an unruly mane of short curls framing a face smeared with a mixture of sweat and makeup.
She didn't care. In fact, she liked the disheveled, raw look − it matched her mood.
Marlene smoked furiously, her rapid inhales punctuated by deep, throaty moans as she pleasured herself. Each exhale, a plume of smoke, slowly dispersed into the hazy, cigarette-filled atmosphere. Sometimes, she'd grab two cigarettes at once, putting one in her mouth and the other between her fingers that worked their way down below to her dripping wet pussy.