Booga Tries Out Motorcycling(Not Really)
The unnamed biker situated themselves onto booga's mattress like a house guest afraid to ask for some blankets for the night, smoking that cig like it was a pipe.
Part 2
I withdrew a small, e-cig with a clear vial with brown sap inside. i pressed it to my lips and inhaled for a good three seconds, holding in the smoke for about seven. i coughed out the smoke, it filled the area around my muzzle.
Learning to Swim - Part XXXV
Ellie took back the cig and placed it back in its holster, his attention diverting back to the hare that retrieved it. "let me hold onto this for a few minutes. i'd like to make sure she had enough." "better be certain soon.
Through a Screen
When i was sixteen i did more than i feel uncomfortable admitting to get my hands on bootleg cigs. i never took a drag, not even once. i had forgotten exactly every place on my body that i had burned myself. how long had it been since i slashed myself?
Getting Under the Skin
Mitch immediately tosses away his cig and snatches him up. "why are you not wearing pants?" max is really agitated from the thrill of going down the stairs in this state of undress. "i'm still too sensitive, remember?"
Croc Shock (GOO GATOR TFTG)
Two cigs. just two. you stare out into the swamp as twilight draws in. flip your first smoke out, watch the amber end spiral down into the green water. you can almost hear the hiss. or you think you can, anyway. it floats there for a few seconds.
Every Nine Lives Or So (Heat 15 Story)
I take a heavy drag on my e-cig. i'm the one being unfair. in my mind, i built her up into something perfect, flawless. typical me. she's more interesting as flesh and blood than stone, though.
Fallen Angel
Lighting her cig the winged wolf leaned against her motorcycle and let out a long slow sigh. her tail swayed softly, as she flicked her wings gently. her eyes were watching the city for a sign.
I.O.U
I eyed him up, from behind a long sinuous stream of smoke, drawing heavily on the cig savouring the taste of the tobacco as much as the sight of the colt. broad shoulders, nicely defined pecs but not big, a six pack.
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 1 of 37
With one hand holding the towel together above my tail, i stuffed my lighter and cigs into my mouth and opened the door onto a sultry morning. i never used to smoke before, but it seemed like something new to do.
Half n' Half
Nick heaved forward, the cig fell. his hands wrapped around his stomach and he made a groaning sound. "ugh, shit, something i ate." he felt the wave of nausea pass, then made his way down the street, towards the parking lot with his car.
A Look Back
Once inside, he went to the fridge and grabbed a soda and a pack of cigs then walked to his couch, sitting down to watch tv. he flipped through the channels some, but just couldn't stop thinking about that dog.