Look at her lips wrapped around her precious cigarette that she needs so badly… that she will always need… she’s in far too deep now to ever seriously quit
Mistress Nicotine is right there with her, telling her it’s okay to give in… that she needs it… there’s no point fighting it anymore… just surrender to her…
Skins but sallow, hair needs some work, she doesn’t take much care of her appearance anymore, the feeding of her all consuming addiction takes precedence over everything. Women like this will need serious help to ever try to quit, good thing her cigarettes are on sale in so many shops… within easy reach… always… forever….
Such a long train journey, no way an addicted woman could last without finding somewhere quiet to get her fix. Look at the bliss and relief on her face…
Help her by lighting her cigarettes. With your support and acceptance of her addiction, trying to stop will be so much harder. That means more enjoyment for you both
The smoke is so overpoweringly pleasurable. She knows she should quit, but when it feels this good and she’s been enjoying it for so long, the realisation is growing that she will never be able to give her cigarettes up
It’s wrong. She knows it’s wrong to feel this good. To be enjoying that nicotine rush again and again, all day long, every day. But is so satisfying.
And what’s the alternative? The awful withdrawal? It’s easier and so pleasurable to just let go and give into it. To continuously light up cigarette after cigarette. Have her packets with her wherever she goes, to not only keep her feeling good, but to be able to function at all