I smoke because I love it. The whole ritual. The brand new pack of cigarettes, you open it, that fresh tobacco smell, taking a cigarette, putting it in between my lips, lighting it with a favorite lighter and enjoy the first smoke...? This is the definition of happiness, by me. It completely derails you from the worries and problems and accumulated stress and just relieves all the anger and frustration that huddled inside you. I'm on my chair, wearing a black side-boob view top and a short so skirt, my pussy's visible next to the ashtray. I smoke Marlboro Red 100's and I enjoy it. That means the smoke, entering my lungs is like a raw, wild honey and you want to enjoy that taste every second. And every time I inhale I tend to keep it a moment in my chest, enjoying a bit more. The cigarette gets a bit stronger as I get close to the butt, it's a bit bitter too, like happiness, it doesn't last long...