I don’t try and hide it. You can hear it in my voice. If you don’t like the fact that I smoke, you cand simply bugger off. If you do like it, however, you should be right in the queue for smoking fetish phone sex. I’m always looking for a reason to smoke when I get on the phone. It’s just one of those ciggy triggers, like having a stiff drink or buckling the seat belt of your car – you just start craving a good fag right at those moments…and for once, by fag I do NOT mean a little dicksucker. You can be that too, I don’t mind, but while you’re sucking dick, I’ll suck the smoke out of a Mayfair. In fact, I just lit one up now.
I live in one of the greatest cities of the world. Thankfully, even though I’m in the U.S. now, I can still find my brand of British fags as long as I go into the right bodega. I’ve always got them on hand, and when I’m walking the sidewalks of the Big Apple, I’ve always got one lit. Of course I get the bitchy nose wrinkles when I blow a puff of smoke at someone, but I really don’t care, do I? It’s almost better to piss a bitch off than to get you off with smoking fetish phone sex. I mean, if I’m not being a bitch to someone, I’m not doing it right.
Not that I would be nice with you on a smoking fetish call, anyway. The only thing nice about it is that I’m giving you something you want. No worries – I’m happy to spoil you with the sounds of my inhaling and exhaling that lovely, smokey stuff. You just have to spoil me first by calling 1 888 8 FREAKY and giving me, Empress Hellena, a smoking fetish phone sex call.
Catch me on Twitter if you can – @EmpressHellcat