What's your impulse? To look at my boobs, as they plump under the see-through fabric and fringes? To kiss my lips to feel their warm, soft taste of smoke? To watch the smoke surrounding me, clouding my face like a delicate veil? To have me all for you, naked or clothed, to kiss my smoke flavoured mouth, to wrap your arms around my body tightly, as I feel your breath on my neck? Am I an embodiment of the idea of smoking, with that thick cigarillo both in my hand and in my lungs? How do you see me? I'll tell you how I see myself. First, the cigarette. It is a part of my very being, indissolubly and individually. My favourite air is smoke-scented, smoke-parfumed, smoke-composed at the atomic and subatomic level. Second, the body. With its curves and sinuosities, with the soft parts and hard parts, with the wet parts and the hairy parts. I can certainly affirm that there is a level of my separation between my body and the enviorenment, but the more familiar the environment, the more confusing this degree of separation becomes. Sometimes I feel like I'm melting into the environment, like smoke that dissipates, like water that evaporates, like light that falls unnoticed. Lastly, the mind. I am not the master of its cravings, nor its desires. I control it and it controls me. It betrays me and bests me, it is me and it is not me, simultaneously. The most peculiar moments happen when it is not me, it is just a mind and I am somewhere, elswhere. Outside the dream, smoking a cigarillo in front of the cinema screen on which a film is playing, the film. Keywords: amedee-vause, amedeevause, smoking, smoking-fetish, cigarette-smoking, smoke-play, thick-smoke, slow-exhales, fetish, fetish-art, erotic, erotica, big-tits, big-natural-tits, big-boobs, boobs, flashing, teasing, classic-smoking, erotic-smoking.