Notice: This excellent story has been published here just because its "home"; the Nostril Exhales page, is down for the moment (February 2000). Anyway; it's one of the best stories I've read and it's one of my own sources of inspiration. / Nabucco
She looked at the sign in the elevator. "No Smoking". "Hmmm", she said in a teasing kind of voice, "I guess I better finish this". She indicated her half smoked Marlboro smoldering between her fingers. She smiled as she raised the brown filter to her shiny-red lips and began to drag. She locked her eyes into mine as her cheeks caved in while she sucked smoke into her mouth as hard as she could. After about 10 full seconds, she inhaled the smoke quickly and deeply and immediately began to suck again. The smoke started to pour out of her nostrils, which were less than a foot away from my face. She sucked for an even longer time the second and third drags before finally taking her red-hot cigarette out of her mouth to flick the loose ashes off the long glowing end of the Marlboro. The smoke was pouring off both the end and out of the filter as she brought it up to her mouth for another drag. "Pretty disgusting habit, huh?", she smiled as smoke continued to stream out of her nose. Her next drags weren't as long, but they were harder. She would stick the filter all the way into her mouth before starting to pull as hard as she could. She was pulling the smoke directly into her lungs now and after each drag she would remove her lips from the cigarette only long enough to inhale sharply and exhale about 1/3 of the smoke that she had just sucked in through her mouth. She would then continue to blow thick streams out of her nostrils while she started to pull again. The cigarette was almost entirely smoked now, but it was still nearly as long as it had been before she started to smoke by the elevators. The long, orange burning head of the cigarette was a full 3 inches long as she tried again to flick off some of the burning tip. Another couple getting on the elevator looked at her and tried not to stare. She took one more hard, hot drag off the long butt and looked at me as she stubbed it into the sand in the ashtray. "I guess I can make it for a minute without a cigarette", she said as we walked towards the elevator, smoke pouring out of her mouth and nose. "But only for a minute, OK?", she purred as the doors started to close. I could see that her hand that she had just used to put out her hot-burning Marlboro was already starting to reach into her purse's front pocket where she kept her cigarettes. The elevator ride seemed to take forever. About halfway up to 16th floor, she took a new Marlboro out and held it between her fingers in her right hand. The other couple in the elevator got out on the tenth floor and as the door closed behind them, she grabbed the back of my neck with her hand holding the cigarette and started to kiss me hard with her hot, smoky mouth. The taste of nicotine was strong on her tongue and her hot breath smelled like an ashtray. The bell rang as the elevator came to a stop on my floor. She pulled her mouth from mine and lit her cigarette before the elevator doors had even opened. She took a hard, hard double-drag and held it inside until the doors opened. She smiled at me as she blew out a thick stream through her nose as she walked past me into the hallway. "There", she sighed, "That's better". She put the cigarette between her lips as she took my hand and led me down the long hallway, dragging constantly as she walked. She blew thick smoke out of her nose while sucking with her mouth on the hot burning cigarette. By the time we reached my hotel room door at the end of the hall, the cigarette burning hot between her lips was already almost halfway finished. As I inserted the key card into the door, I could hear the long end of the Marlboro crackle hotly as she sucked on it as hard as her lips could pull. As we entered the room, she pulled the cigarette from between her lips and looked down at the dark-stained filter between her fingers with smoke gushing out of her nose. " Ouch, I’m burning my lips again." She looked into my eyes as she wet her lips with her tongue slowly, smoke continuing to flow from her nose and parted lips. She took another short, but hard drag on the hot Marlboro as she stepped into the bathroom and I heard a quick hiss as she tossed her butt into the toilet. "Maybe a little fresh lipstick would help. I’ll be right out", she whispered and shut the door. She was in the bathroom for about a minute when I heard her start to cough. It was a smoker’s cough and a bad one. At one point, I heard her cough up something from deep in her lungs and spit into the sink. She stopped coughing then and I heard the water running and the sound of her lighter’s click. The water stopped and I heard the lighter click again. It was then silent for several seconds. Then she opened the door and appeared, wearing nothing but her silky black underwear and smoking two cigarettes, one in each hand. A cloud of smoke gushed out of the bathroom with her as she walked towards me, dragging on both cigarettes simultaneously She inhaled in front of me, turned and coughed again, her chest rattling as she breathed. She kept trying to drag deeply on the two cigarettes, but would end up coughing out huge clouds of smoke from deep in her lungs. "That doesn’t sound too good". I said, approaching her. "Yeah, pretty disgusting, I know. You should hear me in the morning. God, I wake up and can’t even breathe. I just sit there and wheeze and smoke for like the first half-hour every morning. But, it's like I just can't get enough nicotine." She stopped and closed her eyes as she took a huge drag off both cigarettes and put the twin hot-burning cigarettes between her fingers in her left hand as she exhaled forever as she spoke. I usually only smoke like this when I’m alone. I get some pretty weird looks when I smoke like this in public. I hope you don’t mind." "Not a bit", I smiled. "I didn't think so", she said in that low, husky voice of hers. "You know, some people actually find smoking cigarettes kind of sexy", she smiled, as she sucked forever on the Marlboros, the long glowing tips of her cigarettes crackling loudly. She exhaled thick clouds of smoke from her nostrils as she took another long, hot drag off the cigarettes and crushed out the long glowing ends as best she could in the ashtray I had set out on the table. She coughed hard for a few seconds, then cleared her throat as she reached over to her purse and took out a pack of Marlboro 100's. "I think these might work better tonight", she said, with smoke continuing to pour out of her mouth and nose as she talked. She opened the pack and slipped two of the cigarettes between her shiny red lips and lit them, double-pumping before she removed them, and exhaled through her mouth and nose forever while she talked. "I started smoking 100's last year for a while. A friend of mine bet me that I wouldn't be able to only smoke four packs a day for a whole week. The only way I could do it was to smoke the longer ones. Besides, it's like I have to smoke the strongest brands. I really like these sometimes". She stopped and sucked hard, her cheeks caving in as she pulled as hard as she could with her shiny red lips. The orange-glowing ends of the two cigarettes got longer and longer, and still she continued to suck on them. They were both about a third of the way gone by the time she pulled them from her mouth, a huge cloud of thick smoke appearing for a second in front of her face, before she sucked it all down deep into her lungs. "You know, it's kind of ironic, but I started smoking like this when I was trying to quit". Smoke gushed out of her mouth and nose as she talked. "I got into this thing called 'rapid-smoking'. I was like 19 and my roommate heard about this way that was supposed to help you quit." She took another double-drag and then continued. "The deal was that whenever you wanted to smoke you were supposed to go into a small room, like a bathroom, and chain-smoke as hard as you could until you didn't want to smoke any more and then you were supposed to force yourself to keep on smoking, I guess until you got sick, or something. Well, me and my roommate and these two other girls we went to school with would do it, usually between classes. We would have like twenty minutes and we would go into the bathroom and just smoke like crazy. Well, everybody else would get through about two or two and a half cigarettes and they would be coughing and turning green and I'd be sitting there, going on like my fifth cigarette thinking, 'So, what's the big deal?'. So, the girl who's idea this was says, 'O.K., Michelle, you're gonna have to smoke harder. You've just got to smoke until you can't smoke anymore or this isn't going to work'. So, I tried everything. I tried smoking two, I tried to finish each cigarette in like five monster drags, I even tried taking the filters off the ends and smoking them that way. It just didn't seem to matter. I would usually start coughing pretty bad, but every time we'd go in there, I would go through my six or seven cigarettes and still feel like I wanted another one when the time was up. When it was time to leave, everybody else would be coughing and hurrying to get out into the fresh air and I'd be the last one out, sucking down my last two cigarettes past the letters and into the filters, burning my lips. My roommate was pretty bad, too, so what ended up happening is that every time we smoked together, we just got used to smoking like that. We would get home from school, shut the dorm room door, close all the windows and she'd say, 'O.K., rapid-smoke time', and we'd sit and smoke like a pack each in about an hour. The smoke would get so thick in there that you could barely see the other side of the room. Well, it eventually worked for her and she quit about three months into it, but I was in pretty bad shape. I had just started smoking like that normally, I was so used to it. I moved into my own apartment later that year and started smoking almost constantly. Not just holding them and letting them burn, but like constantly dragging and sucking on them, a lot of times two at once. It's really bad. I started going through at least six packs a day right away. Now it's like a whole carton sometimes if I have a day by myself". "A whole carton?" I asked. "Well", she said, sucked for about five seconds as hard as she could, and continued, "Normally, I smoke a cigarette about every ten minutes, or so. Times like tonight though, or when I'm home alone, I chain-smoke and it really only takes me about three minutes to smoke each one, so I can go through like fifteen or even a whole pack in like an hour really easy." She turned to the side and coughed hard for a few seconds, and then sucked down a long and hard double-hit, the long ends of her cigarettes glowing hot as they crackled in the silence. She exhaled a huge thick double stream of smoke through her nose while she turned her head slightly and coughed deeply, smoke pumping out of her lungs. She took a last hot and deep drag off both and crushed out the long glowing ends into the ashtray.s "My smoker's cough is getting really bad, though". She stopped to light two fresh Marlboros, pulling on them as hard as she could before turning to the side to cough deeply, thick smoke pulsing out of her mouth and nose with each deep, wet, hacking cough. She stopped, took a desperate looking triple-pump, as if to replace the smoke that she had been forced to cough out, and looked at her shaking hand holding the two Marlboros. "Look at that", she said, shaking her head. "It's like a permanent nic fit. Only 26 years old and I've already got nicotine stains on my fingers". She sucked down another double hit, breathing it out her nose as she tried to tap some loose ash off the two long, glowing heads of the cigarettes in her hand. "Pretty out of control, I know. I'm glad you don't mind". Her eyes shined at me through the thick cloud of blue smoke that now filled the dimly lit hotel room. She positioned herself directly in front of me, her face not more than six inches from mine. She then took the longest drag I’ve ever seen off the two cigarettes together. She left the two long-burning Marlboros in her mouth and she reached down with her hands and started to stroke me through my underwear, as she continued to suck hard with her mouth as she exhaled through her nose. She was nearly done with the two cigarettes and she had only lit them about two minutes ago. The ends looked hot and dangerous as she took them out of her mouth and flicked a little of the ash onto the floor. "Who cares. Not our floor, huh?" She smiled as she stuck the twin filters between her red, moist lips and sucked down the last inch and a half off both of them all the way through the letters and into the filter. She stroked me harder as she blew out the thickest cloud of dark smoke I had ever seen through her mouth and nose. She got about halfway through her second monster exhale, smoke pouring out of her lungs, when she started to cough again. She coughed hard for a few seconds, cigarettes between her teeth, and then started to suck on the still burning butts, long glowing ends glowing bright in the dark room. She finally took them out of her mouth and crushed out what was left of the two cigarettes into the ashtray. She stopped stroking me for a moment as she reached over, put a fresh cigarette between her lips, and lit it with her shaking hand. She put her head back and dragged on the cigarette as she started to stroke me slowly again. I could see the hot-glowing end of the Marlboro getting longer and longer as she sucked with her mouth, blowing thick clouds through her nose while she sucked. She kept her head back as she started to stroke me harder and I heard her moan in a low smoky voice while she continued to pull on the now half-gone cigarette still between her lips. "It is so nice to be able to smoke like this. I don't think you understand. I could do this all night." She then started an unbelievably long drag. The sucked down about three inches of the red-hot cigarette in about fifteen seconds, before finally stopping to inhale to the bottom of her lungs and blow some of the smoke out of her nose. She was stroking me harder now as she wet her hot, red lips with her moist tongue, smoke continuing to pour out of her nose and parted lips in thick clouds. "Maybe I will", she smiled before taking a huge, red-hot drag off the shrinking cigarette. She reached over to crush it out and coughed deeply before clearing her throat as she took out another cigarette. "It gets pretty bad sometimes when I get going like this, it's like I can't stop".