Parasocial Smoking Obsession
Stare at my lips. Focus on nothing else. In this private smoking ritual I let you worship me up close while I tease your desperate parasocial obsession. I know how badly you crave this — the way the smoke dances from my mouth, the way my voice melts your brain, the delicious ache of loving someone...
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