Darkside Cough - Smoke, Leather, and Delicious Damage

Description: I know you love my smoke, that the thick, acrid scent pouring off me drives you wild. i’m sitting here, my leather pants clinging to my legs, the smoky fabric soaked with the aroma of hours of cigarettes. my leather jacket, equally steeped in smoke, hugs my body like armor, creaking as i move, my loose hair falling in a messy cascade. the pink lipstick stains my lips, but the real show is the crystal ashtray in front of me—overflowing, brimming with crushed butts and ash, a living testament to how much i surrender to this addiction. it’s proof of my love, my pleasure in feeding these black lungs every single day, no stopping. i light a marlboro red, the snap of the lighter slicing through the silence. i take the first drag, and the struggle hits right away—my chest resists, heavy, and the cough comes fast, a raw, wet sound echoing in the room. it’s beautiful, isn’t it? sexy, even. these lung damages are marvelous, and i know you agree. i pull another drag, deeper, letting the smoke slide down, and the cough erupts again, bending me forward as the smoky leather of my jacket creaks against my skin. look at me destroying my lungs for you—each inhale another step toward the chaos they crave, that you crave. the ashtray sits there, full, staring at me like a trophy. i take another drag, the marlboro burning fast between my trembling fingers. the smoke fills my chest, and i cough hard, feeling the wheeze rise, the weight settle in. my black lungs thank me like this, with every spasm, every sign they’re sinking deeper into the dark. watch this, watch me wrecking myself—the pink lipstick smudging the filter, the cough that won’t quit, the pleasure i know you feel just imagining the damage tearing through me. the smoky leather wraps around me, heavy with the scent you adore, and i love every second of it.