Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

I’ve tried to quit smoking a million times. I know its bad for me to smoke, but I crave that rush. The way the butt feels between my lips and when the nicotine rushes through my veins. My husband hates it and has gone so far as to ban me from indulging. But, of course, I never listen. I’ve stopped smoking in front of him, sure.

Now, I just wait until he’s gone to bed, and I slip out onto the back porch with only the stars as a witness to inhale that sweet, forbidden treat. Well, I thought the stars were my only witness. I had no idea my neighbor’s nosey son had been watching me as I hid in the shadows outside.

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