Right at this moment, my neighbor is having sex. Luckily, I can’t hear him. I CAN hear her. At this very same moment, I am smoking a cigar and as much as I like cigars, I like sex still more.
This reminds me of a Seinfeld episode where George wants to complete the trifecta: sex, sandwich, sports simultaneously. I’ll pass on the second and third but sex and a cigar simultaneously? That has my attention.
Luckily, a friend who knows a couple of my weaknesses and a couple of my fetishes was creative enough to craft such an offer. It did not take me long to decide. We even have the positions worked out. Forget missionary or spoon. Forget huffing and puffing. This is sitting and grinding in all its nicotonic goodness.
Alas, until she delivers, this is a pipe dream.
My neighbor’s guest? She is cumming. She must smoke cigars too.