Post-Coital Bliss

Lois basked in the moments after orgasm, that time which some people call the "glow" when all the dopamine and endorphins were living their short-lived chemical lives in her brain. Idly, she turned off the water, then sat back to soak in the rapidly cooling cum. This was going to be a real mess to clean up, and she'd have to get a morning-after pill just for safety...she didn't even want to think about if she was ovulating right now...maybe even an STD test. Her pubic hair was probably a matted ruin, she'd have to shave it all off.

But all that could wait.

Tension ran out of Lois' body as she closed her eyes and relaxed. Being bad always felt so damn good, when she allowed herself to get away with it. The cumulative effects of ****, exercise, and masturbation settled together in the reporter to enact a profound lassitude. She could almost go to sleep, just like this...pussy still soaking in the cum of hundreds, of thousands...precious time to get that miracle pill tick-tick-ticking away...

Lois wanted a cigarette. It was a silly thing, and she didn't normally smoke. When she had to pretend to smoke while undercover, she kept to herbal cigarettes, or vaping. But now, the craving came to her strongly...or...no...

The reporter sniffed. There was a scent, very faint...like old shag tobacco, the kind her grandfather had smoked in his pipe. That's where the craving was from. What could possibly be causing that...

She opened her eyes. Just the cum-filled tub, the ejaculate congealing into unsightly, glue-like white blobs. Lois felt, suddenly, more awake. The woman shivered, sitting naked in the pool of tepid sperm, and her nipples were standing erect now from cold rather than excitement. Something was...off.

Lois stood up, feeling the cool slime on her body, and scanned the room...zeroing in on a foreign object sitting on the edge of the sink, near the toilet. Something that should not, could not be there.

A cigarette. Dark, hand-rolled, the ember dying on the tip, the thinnest wisp of smoke reaching toward the ceiling.