Short Story

Smoking And Other Cravings

Nancy's Notes 🖊️🎶

A few of you may remember this from
years ago; to my new readers, welcome
to the jungle. Reworked and rewritten
for OLWG #404. The three prompts
are shown below. This is my story.

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It was 2:00 AM and I was craving a cigarette. I got up and scoured my apartment hoping to find a smoke – which I didn’t – and thinking about what happened to make me start smoking again. 

Last weekend I went to a party and this gorgeous brunette walked up to me and asked me for a light. I’d quit smoking about eight months earlier but for some reason – call it a security blanket – I continued to carry my Bic around in my pocket. This chick was way too hot to let slip through my fingers so I reached into my jeans and pulled out my lighter. 

I flicked my Bic and damn, if she didn’t cup both her hands around mine as I lit her cigarette. She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, the smoke encircling her head. All the while her eyes never left mine. She had the palest blue eyes I’d ever seen and the contrast against her dark brown hair and red mouth was bewitching. Then she did something to me no woman had ever done before; she took the cigarette from her lips and placed it between mine. That move was so intrinsically sexual, I couldn’t think of anything else except possessing this woman. I took a long drag, that familiar heat singeing my lungs. 

We shared her cigarette and when there was nothing left, she took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. Locking the door, she turned her back to me and leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror. She hiked up her skirt and I was unbelievably turned on to see she wasn’t wearing panties. She said two words and they weren’t “Happy Birthday”. I didn’t have to be told twice.

Fifteen minutes later we left the bathroom together. I went to get a couple of drinks for us and when I turned around, she was gone. Just like that – the greatest bathroom sex I ever had…..gone. And I was left craving her and another cigarette. That was the night I fell off the wagon.

Back to my current dilemma: I needed a smoke real bad. I tried to salvage butts from the trash but they were all buried under a soggy coffee filter. I had no alternative but to head out to the all-night 7-Eleven.

I dragged myself out of bed, switched on the overhead lamp and winced; the damn light hurt my eyes.  Squinting, I staggered into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Holy shit! What I saw startled yet intrigued me. My eyes had changed from brown to ice blue. There was no denying that woman had done a number on me.

It was now 2:30 AM. I threw on yesterday’s clothes, turning up the collar of my leather jacket. Before venturing out I grabbed my shades. The full moon cast strange, elongated silhouettes across the walls. Dressed in black, I blended in with the shadows.

As I entered the store I was pleased to see there was only one other customer – a nondescript woman wearing a hooded cape. I stood behind her at the register and when she turned to leave, I was blown away to see it was the knockout from the party. She looked directly at me, gave a little chuckle and left without so much as a word. I was glad my dark glasses hid the lust in my eyes. I quickly bought my smokes and bolted from the store.

I looked up and down the street, then spotted her standing on the other side watching me. “Ok” I thought. “This is gonna be interesting.” As soon as I started heading toward her, she turned and began walking away. She walked slowly, her cape swaying side to side, and I followed her. She took her time; there was no doubt she knew I was there. She climbed the front steps of a brownstone; I followed. She walked up the stairs to the top floor, down the hall to the last apartment and stepped inside, leaving the door ajar. If that wasn’t an invitation, I don’t know what was. I went in and closed the door behind me.

The room was awash in moonlight streaming through the window where she stood staring up at the night sky. I lit a cigarette, took a long drag and handed it to her. She placed it between her bright red lips, took a couple of puffs and tossed it out the window. She turned to face me and shrugged off her cape. Of course, she was naked; I would have been sorely disappointed if she wasn’t. She loosened her hair and a cascade of mahogany-colored tresses escaped, billowing over her body. I was spellbound.

She drew me closer and parted her lips in a sultry smile; it was then that I saw her delicate fangs. I was aroused, my cock throbbing. A deep passion rose in me and I groaned with a fierce hunger. I turned my head and willingly offered her my neck. She feasted on me, then gave herself up to me with wild abandon. 

Whatever I had become that night didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the here and now. My savage blood boiled as I howled at the moon.

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This is “I Put A Spell On You” by Creedence Clearwater

OLWG#405- A Christmas Story

Here are the prompts: 1) within reason; 2) bastard moon; 3) when I go. We can use one, we can use three or none at all. We just need to be creative.

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      1. You’re very welcome and you wear many hats quite well! 🎩 Good of you to turn to writing vs. a cigarette. 👍 Not to be preachy but I saw my dad suffer the consequences of being a long time smoker. 😞 Hugs and congrats on giving it up!

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