This is the true story of how I came to be what I am today. My story is much like others with the fetish, except mine has a strange twist to it that is very bizzare.
As a prepubescent child I was very anti-smoking. My Grandfather died of lung cancer when I was seven. Both my parents and many in my family smoked. I grew up being around it, and hated it. I was always telling my parents they should quit.
Something changed though at some point nearing puberty I for some reason started to find a woman smoking attractive. I guess sometime after my 13th birthday I was with my Mom at the mall with two younger brothers shopping. We were in the Womens dept. of a store when it happened. I was terribly bored wishing I was back at home watching television when I caught sight of something I had never seen before. A woman with a freshly lit More 120 in her hand. I had known about Mores, my dad had bought a pack when they first came out. I had remembered him telling my Mom when she ask to try one they were for men. This was before they ever had models in More ads. The odd thing about the woman I was watching smoking the More 120 was I found it very appealing. I found her very mysterious and at the same time beautiful. I could tell by the way she dressed she was wealthy and very classy. What I didn't fully understand at the time was it was turning me on. To be continued.
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