Hi all!
My name is Elwin. I live in central Missouri, USA.
I became addicted to nicotine when I was 14 years old, which means that I've been a tobacco user for 40 years now. I've used tobacco in every form I can think of. Snus, snuff, chewing tobacco, cigarettes, cigars, pipe, etc. Chances are, I've used them all. My nicotine delivery system of choice is like most of you, the cigarette.
I like them.
I like the way they taste.
I like the way they smell when they are burning.
I love the way they make me feel.
They wake me up in the morning (with plenty of coffee, of course.)
They get me through the stresses of the day.
They are my dessert after every meal.
They put me to bed at night.
They are there to comfort me in the middle of the night when I can't sleep.
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I'm an unrepentant lover of my Mistress, Nicotine.
I don't take her for granted, though. She can be a harsh mistress.
She is my last kiss before my sleep, but I never take to her to bed with me.
She would take more than my virtue if I were fall asleep in her embrace.
......................................
I've taken another lover to my bed, now.
One who's kisses are sweet, and who's passions are warm - not hot.
She doesn't wear leather and spiked heals like my former lover, but the soft flannel night-gown of happy wife. Her name is M. Vapor.
I call her Misty.
.......................................
I wish I could say that I've been faithful to her. I haven't. Many is the time I've left her embrace to find succor in the arms of another.
She doesn't seem to mind, but that doesn't ease my feeling of guilt.
Maybe tomorrow I can be faithful - but I doubt it...
.............................................
My name is Elwin. I live in central Missouri, USA.
I became addicted to nicotine when I was 14 years old, which means that I've been a tobacco user for 40 years now. I've used tobacco in every form I can think of. Snus, snuff, chewing tobacco, cigarettes, cigars, pipe, etc. Chances are, I've used them all. My nicotine delivery system of choice is like most of you, the cigarette.
I like them.
I like the way they taste.
I like the way they smell when they are burning.
I love the way they make me feel.
They wake me up in the morning (with plenty of coffee, of course.)
They get me through the stresses of the day.
They are my dessert after every meal.
They put me to bed at night.
They are there to comfort me in the middle of the night when I can't sleep.
................................................
I'm an unrepentant lover of my Mistress, Nicotine.
I don't take her for granted, though. She can be a harsh mistress.
She is my last kiss before my sleep, but I never take to her to bed with me.
She would take more than my virtue if I were fall asleep in her embrace.
......................................
I've taken another lover to my bed, now.
One who's kisses are sweet, and who's passions are warm - not hot.
She doesn't wear leather and spiked heals like my former lover, but the soft flannel night-gown of happy wife. Her name is M. Vapor.
I call her Misty.
.......................................
I wish I could say that I've been faithful to her. I haven't. Many is the time I've left her embrace to find succor in the arms of another.
She doesn't seem to mind, but that doesn't ease my feeling of guilt.
Maybe tomorrow I can be faithful - but I doubt it...
.............................................
