Every now and then I take a moment out of my day to light a cigarette and watch things happen. I see the notifications coming on my cell phone, I think about the lingerie I'm going to wear that night and I try to imagine the conversations that will come. I take a deep breath and then I see the smoke choose its path away from me. At night, this ritual becomes even more beautiful. The lights play with the smoke that seems to find a new path over my body. It feels like a veil covering my image wearing lingerie. The point of fire glowing on the cigarette every time I inhale, marking the time for the arrival of a new cloud of smoke. I discovered that the excitement of seeing myself smoking is called smoking fetish and I started to realize how stimulated I feel when I see this movement in other people too. I don't know if it's just the movement of smoking or trying to guess what they're thinking while they're doing it. But there is definitely something special about this ritual that feeds my fantasy. And do you also smoke? #fetish