Smoky Rendezvous
We Meet at Last
The following story is a fantasy, written in third person, involving a friend (with permission,) who just happens to be a Smoking Fetish Goddess on the internet. I hope you enjoy. And if you do, please consider clapping the full 50 times and highlight your favorite parts. I appreciate your support.
Ellé stood by the bar at the exclusive members only fetish club. Her heart raced as she watched Liz across the room. The redhead exuded dominance, her intense gaze fixing on gorgeous blonde. Liz took a long drag from her cigarette, knowing that she had waited a long time this night to happen.
Ellé felt a pull towards this mysterious woman, an urge to submit and be controlled. Taking a deep breath, she approached Liz. Their eyes locked. Without a word, Liz blew a stream of smoke into Ellé’s face, a subtle test of her willingness.
Ellé inhaled deeply, savoring the moment, before leaning in for a kiss. Their lips locked, tongues wrestling as they tasted each other, the cigarette forgotten as it burned between Liz’s fingers.
Breaking the kiss, Liz stubbed out her cigarette into the ashtray on the bar. She wasted no time, grabbing Ellé by the wrist and leading her through the crowd. They found one of the club’s private rooms. Liz pushed Ellé down onto a chair, her intent clear.
