There are some strange fetishes out there but have you ever come across a smoking fetish? Can you imagine your new boyfriend asking you to smoke during sex?
What’s even more bizarre is the woman in question didn’t actually smoke. He wanted her to smoke during sex because it turned him on.
He wanted her to smoke during sex because it turned him on.
The woman is a mother on my support group and today she shares her anonymous story with you.
My smoking fetish nightmare…
I met him when I was 17, I was just out of school had started my first job where he also worked, he was my second ‘serious’ boyfriend.
He was two years older than me and I was flattered when he began to chat with me during our shifts.
He was tall, good-looking but shy and quiet.
After a few weeks of flirting we went out for a drink together after work and from there we began a relationship that lasted just over a year.
Our family and friends thought we made a lovely couple and we did.
The truth is, I fell in love with him pretty quickly.
We spent a lot of time together and we found that we had very similar childhoods and upbringings.
But four months into the relationship he sat me down, ‘I have something I need to talk to you about’ he said.
My heart skipped a beat, I thought he was about to end the relationship with me.
But it wasn’t a breakup, it was an admission
He had a secret, he told me he trusted me with it, that he had never trusted anyone before.
I was naive at the age 17, I hadn’t had much life experience, only having had one relationship before him.
He saw the shattered look on my face and told me it wasn’t anything bad as such, he loved me and he was ready to share his secret with me.
I was just relieved that he wasn’t about to end our relationship and hugely flattered that he trusted me enough to tell me.
I told him that he could tell me anything and I wouldn’t think any different of him, that I would still love him.
He fished around in the pocket of his jeans and then held his closed fist out to me.
I reached out and took what he was offering, a packet of cigarettes.
‘You smoke? Ok, I don’t mind that. Why would you keep that a secret?’ I asked.
‘No, I don’t smoke, they’re for you” he told me.
My boyfriend had a smoking fetish
I had never even as much as tried a cigarette in my life.
In fact growing up with parents who smoked meant I was actually pretty anti-smoking and the sheer smell of cigarette smoke made me feel sick.
But it turned out that my boyfriend had a fetish, not any fetish but a smoking fetish.
Smoking turned him!
The smell of cigarette smoke turned him on and he wanted me to start smoking while we were having sex.
If I wouldn’t smoke ‘for him’ then we couldn’t be together.
So here I was faced with a rather strange dilemma, I had fallen in love with this guy and I didn’t want to lose him.
Would smoking during sex be all that bad?
Maybe fetish smoking and the smell of cigarette smoke was not as bad as I thought?
I feel so, so stupid for what I did next, I didn’t walk away, I lit a cigarette up and I watched his eyes become excited as the cigarette smoke-filled the air.
My self-confidence was so low and I was desperate for him to want me, I was willing to do anything to keep him and make him happy.
We stayed together for another six months.
In my naivety, I thought that I could just have one or two cigarettes when I was with him and that I would never get hooked.
But as soon as I lit that first cigarette he changed towards me.
He wasn’t happy unless I was smoking
He would tell me to light up another cigarette almost as soon as I had put one out.
He got all the more annoyed with me and we could only be intimate if I was smoking during sex.
I never told anyone because I felt stupid and because I loved him.
But after six months I had to leave him, I walked away.
Only as well as nursing a broken heart I was left as a 20 a day smoker.
A habit even ten years later that I am struggling to break.
Some say I was weak, some that I was wrong to do what he asked, some say that I was pressured and manipulated.
I don’t know what I was.
I just know I am still a smoker and I wish that I had never started.
I loved that man, but he had a smoking fetish which meant he loved a cigarette more than he loved me.
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