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Posted by toniluvsmores on April 12, 2012, 3:12 am, in reply to "Re: The Transformation part I"
In 1976 I was in 7th grade. I was always a very sheltered child. I did know where babies came from and basically what parts of a man and woman was involved before the 7th grade but I never gave any thought to exactly how ejaculation took place. One day boys being boys someone brought up jacking off. I ask what is that? I was told what it was, but I did not try it for sometime after. When I was told how to do it I was also told to think about a woman.
Later I got the nerve to try masturbation, but when I got started the hottest woman I could think about was the woman I seen smoking a More 120 while at the mall with my mother. For some reason I thought her and the More she was smoking was more attractive than say a girl from school or a movie star. Regardless I climaxed thinking about the hot fully clothed More 120s smoker.
That was therefore the template which I based my masturbation from then on. Any time I saw a woman smoking a More IRL or on television it instantly became a lasting memory and I would fantasize either about a woman I had seen smoking a More or create one in my mind.
Later when RJR started using models in More adverts I had my porn. I collected the ads and brought them out when no one was around. I will never forget a Charlie's Angels episode where Kate Jackson smoked a brown cigarette.
This sexual behavior was ingrained very quickly. Any thought of a woman smoking More 120s excited me just as much as most teenage boys would be from a naked Playboy model. Sometime between the age of 14 and 15 I got the urge the try smoking. It had to be Mores. It took me forever to get up the nerve to by a pack. When I finally did by them I waited until my parents were at work and my brothers were out playing. I locked the bathroom door and turned on the vent fan.
I opened them and pulled one out the length looked more like a foot than just a few inches. I used a book of matches to light it. I inhaled the first puff, and to my surprise I did not cough. I felt it strong when it hit my lungs, but I did not feel the urge to cough.
From the start I held it like a woman and took drags a woman would. Strangely I was aroused as I watched myself smoke in the bathroom mirror. I never felt light headed and for the taste to me the Mores tasted kind of like chocolate. I was so giddy about it. I flushed it and brushed my teeth and sparyed Lysol to kill the smell, then went to hide my Mores in my room. To be continued.
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