This is our third date.

I've been an absolute gentleman, so far. I've kissed her. I've held her little hand. I've held back but heaven knows I want this gorgeous creature to bear me a dozen children.

She's been an absolute lady, so far. She's kissed me back, chastely. She's squeezed my hand. But I can tell she wants to go farther, too.

Oh, what bliss it was when she finally revealed what I already suspected - that she smokes, indeed, that she absolutely loves smoking. I had had little clues, though she hid it well. She finally confided to me, in the middle of some conversation about things we should know about each other. Those baby blue eyes looked at me, those sharp little teeth gripped her lip in trepidation.

"I'm trying to quit," she lied hopefully. The yearning in her eyes revealed that others before me hadn't taken the news so well.

"Kristina," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "I .I've fallen absolutely in love with you. I love your eyes, your hair, the way you walk - and I love the sexy way you hold a cigarette, too."

That was all I needed to say. The anxiety vanished and she touched my face and we kissed. We were two very lucky people indeed. Her smoking would not be a problem for our relationship - in fact, it would help to drive it forward.

Tonight was our third date. She wanted to be in charge of this one, she'd said.

I won't bore you with all the details - although I certainly enjoyed them. But I'll share the apex of the evening, after we'd enjoyed a delectable dinner that she'd prepared in her apartment.

She vanished into her bedroom. I waited, burning like a fireball, on the couch.

She opened the door and peeked out. Then I heard something by Marvin Gaye start to play in the background. And she came to me, swaying softly, in a see-through robe-thing with pink silk panties and bra beneath it - the thinnest of fabric over the curviest of curves, her nipples already thrusting and visible above, sweet feminine mysteries awaiting below.

She spun past me, teasing me with a brush-by of her barely-clad bottom against me and then ducked behind the couch. I peeked over and saw her, hiding there, grinning like a little kid - but a very naughty kid, it would seem, with an unlit cigarette in her lips.

She pulled away the still unlit cigarette and our lips met and her wet, wet mouth was crushing against mine, her tongue darting against my teeth.

She pulled away. Then leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine again and exhaled - sweet, hot air from her lungs.

"I think you need something stronger," she growled.

She replaced the cigarette in her lips and lit it with a flourish, teasing me dangerously with the lighter flame. I bent my head to the side and kissed her cheek as she drew in a deep drag of smoke.

She set the cigarette aside somewhere and I felt her hands grasp the back of my neck and push my face to hers. She parted her lips and I tasted the hot wetness of her saliva again, this time tinged with the bittersweet delight of tobacco, and felt the thrusting moist pressure of her tongue, like a small animal squirming between us.

"Exhale," she commanded, her voice husky with desire, and I emptied my lungs of air through the only available egress, my nose. Her slender fingers now rose and pinched my nostrils shut. Her lips pressed harder, completing the seal. Her tongue pushed my jaw open slightly and my mouth suddenly began to fill with her smoky exhale.

I'd been a smoker long ago and was probably destined to become one again. So this wasn't going to be a complete shock - but I did begin to see stars and panic a little as she continued to force her lungful of smoke into my mouth and I pulled it down into my own lungs - it having absolutely nowhere else to go.

Finally, as I felt a second or two from passing out, I felt her breath ease up. She pulled away. I wanted to hold her rich, second-hand smoke inside me longer but it was too much, too soon, and I gasped it out.

She was pulling me to her now. She'd retrieved her cigarette but this time, she simply blew the smoke across my face -- a thick, rich stream, warm as the desert wind.

I was ready again. Her mouth sealed over mine and again her tongue thrust, leading the way, and again the cigarette smoke that had pleasured her, mingled with her own delicious, womanly breath, rose into my own mouth - all of it, every nicotine molecule, every bit of the burning tobacco that her lungs had sucked through the cigarette and into her body, and every intimate morsel of her body's own waste breath - hot as fire, intoxicating as a gulp of tequila, burning in my throat and lungs, her poison thrust deliberately into me, her womanly will exulting in this mutually welcomed bout of bullying.

I held it in me as long as I could stand it, willing it in vain to completely melt into me and never escape, exulting in the burning of it in my tormented lungs.

She released me and I exhaled and we came together again. My tongue teased her teeth and they came crashing down upon it, biting hard like an angry child and I saw triumph and pleasure in her eyes, as pain filled mine.

She let go of my trapped tongue just short of drawing blood. We gazed at each other hungrily through the haze of her smoke, her impassioned breath in my face now thoroughly tasting of her tobacco, and my torment at her hands seeming to ride all my nerves - burning lungs, smarting tongue, stinging eyes, body tight as a twisted spring with desire.

I wanted her. I wanted her so bad. I unsnapped her bra and suckled those ripe breasts like a hungry baby and then pulled off those flimsy panties and plunged my tongue and then other parts of me into the deep womanly wetness beneath her navel, and caressed and crushed her firm, bare buttocks in my hands and then rose to her face again and savored again the burning agony of her cigarette smoke forced into my mouth and felt her finally explode in pleasure, wetting me beneath even as she blasted me with hot smoke above - and exploded myself then as her savage teeth again sank into my tongue, this time biting down until I tasted the salt of my own blood, and felt another stinging pain somewhere on my tender flesh revealing that she had cruelly crushed out her spent cigarette on my bare skin at that same instance that we climaxed together.