Laurie is a professional sleepy smoker. She’s 40 years old and has smoked since she was 12. Her intense interest in blowing smoke with as much volume and texture as possible fascinated her since she was a teenager. Her mom taught her how to blow with mesmerizing smoothness. She could hypnotize anyone at age 16 with her silky rich blows. Laurie became fascinated with not just mesmerizing mostly high school boys but smoking them several times with her silky dream smoke. She found that her victims would eventually fall asleep-not instantly, but after an hour or two they’d nod off in class or she’d find one of her smoked victims nestled in the corner of a locker room sound asleep. Everyone knew why these boys were asleep. Laurie would sneak outside during breaks between classes and smoke. Teachers, students, everyone would peer out the window and watch her blow. Her lips were powder blue and the color of her smoke seemed to match. Any other student would be expelled (for smoking), but not Laurie.

Knowing she could blow someone to sleep with her silky blows made her feel very powerful. Her long thick blonde hair made her attractive enough but when she blew smoke in equally thick clouds from her silky lips and nose, she’d excite a dead person. Laurie enjoyed “entertaining” the high school population. She had more guys ask her out that anyone. She’d never date though and away from school was actually very shy and always to herself. She would spend a great deal of time learning how to smoke smoother and smoother. She wanted the perfect…something. She didn’t know exactly what. Just a feeling. She just wanted her smoke to be fantastically beautiful and untouchably soft.

Laurie had a fascination with hair and after graduating high school (one teacher threatened to fail her to make her stay another year, he had a terrific smoking fetish spawned upon him by Laurie) joined a hair dressing studio in town. She had a real talent and was very well liked by the customers. On her break she’d go outside and smoke. She’d always face inside and blow the smoke against the window and it would spread like a blue-gray beach sand across the glass. She’d return inside and all the occupants of the store would be staring at the glass, most likely wondering how it would feel and smell to have their faces smothered in those heavy silky clouds.

Laurie knew she was giving them each a fetish for her glorious blows. After two months of all the regular customers seeing her silky blows she started to invite customers over to her home. That’s when it started. Laurie would blow her silky thick smoke on these visitors until they passed out into a deep sleep. She’d drive them home late at night telling the husbands that these ladies just were tired and needed to be put to bed. Soon word was around that Laurie was smoking the community to sleep in her own home. People didn’t seem to care they went anyway.
Well, almost 20 years has passed and Laurie has her own business. Now she’s a Sleep Sitter. In other words she makes house calls to smother families to never-never land. Laurie is now known as the Sandwoman. She has every neighborhood family (about 200 homes) on her sleepy list time schedule. Each family is visited once per month for a sit down session of silky whiffs of Sandwoman sleepy smoke. Visit’s range from a few minutes to 2 hours. Sandwoman has a copy of everyone’s front door key so sometimes middle of the night visits are made. After 20 years of perfecting her incredible blowing talent, her smoke is very smooth and very sleepy. People love it and they pay money for it. Each family in the neighborhood pays $150 per month for a Sandwoman visit which is $1,800 per family each year and $360,000 to smoke all the families each year. Sandwoman is rich, still lives alone. Still perfecting her blows until she reaches the smoothest possible exhalation.

Tonight she’s doing a local cable television show. She’s hoping to inspire young girls to start smoking (possibly one or two of them will have the sensual interest…and lungs) to have Sandwoman teach the them “how to be like her”. In a normal (anti-smoking) community, such a cable television show would never take place. But not in this town. People all through the county heard of the Sandwoman appearance at 8 o’clock Thursday night. Everyone will watch this. The men will watch because Sandwoman was flat out sexy, a walking fantasy. The woman watch because they loved her powerful femininity. All woman want that, no man can resist it. The teenagers would have their growing sexuality stimulated. Many teenage boys (some younger) would have to leave the living room to relieve themselves. And the younger children thought Sandwoman was an angel. They loved her and would beg their parents all the time for Sandwoman to “come over” and put them to sleep. Tonight Sandwoman would conduct a public service announcement on the variety of her sleeping smoke.

It’s 7:30PM and Sandwoman arrives at the cable television studio. A small building with 7 workers: Clark, Gil, Manny, and John who were each camera operators and studio technicians. Lisa and Gail who were public relations directors from the county and part owners of the studio and the woman who would conduct the interview, Karen.

Sandwoman no longer had the long beautiful hair. Her hair was shorter, very thick and silky, and a grayish blond color. Her 5 foot 7 inch frame remained magnificent. She was well endowed, an absolutely lovely woman. She had her deep blue eye shadow on which matched her dreamy eyes. Naturally, she showed up in fur. A full-length blue fox fur. The fur glistened in unimaginable smooth texture (just like her smoke). She took her coat off before walking into the studio revealing her thick satin gray pajamas. She was all smiles meeting everyone then proceeded to her interview chair and was seated. She brought her purse which contained five cigarette cases. Each case contained a certain type of sleeping smoke. She would demonstrate each type to Karen in front of the camera for the entire county to witness in the comfort of their own living room.

The interview began with Karen talking to the camera: “Good evening and welcome to our program. Tonight, I’m with a woman you all know as Sandwoman. She’s the…the…the…achew! achew!” The public witnesses a plume of gray smoke racing by Karen’s eyes and nose. The camera focuses on Karen as she is going under-smoked by Sandwoman in the first minute of the show. Karen’s eyes blink then a smile comes to her face and her face turns slowly toward Sandwoman. Karen says softly: “Thank you,” then loses her breath and nods off.

The camera zooms on Sandwoman. “Thank you Karen!” she says calmly. “Sleep well my dear”. Then Sandwoman turns toward the camera inhaling deeply on her cigarette. She blows a plume of soft gray smoke toward the lens. The next thing you hear is the camera man falling to the floor-gassed to sleep by the smoke. Sandwoman now has the studio to herself, the remaining technicians are behind the studio glass. “I’d like to spend the half hour we have with each other discussing my sleeping smoke. There are five types and all of them will be released into your faces some time in February. I hope you love them. I developed each smoke with your eyes in mind. I’ll load them with my sleeping sand and blow you all to sleepy town soon!”

“Let’s take a look at my first smoke. It’s called Lust.” Sandwoman pulls out her gray cigarette case and opens it, reaches for a cigarette placing it between her silky lips then lights it. She blows a thick lusty gray smoke that sparkles once it’s one foot from her lips. “This is my silkiest smoke. It’s the smoke I use for when I visit you late at night. It will put you to sleep in about 10 seconds. And it feels so silky.”

By this time every breathing male in the county is stimulated listening to Sandwoman’s deep dreamy voice. She sounds as if she could talk you to sleep. She inhales again then blows another luxurious silky blow of lust in the air. Then she looks in the technicians room and points at Clark. “Time for the land of lust Clark”. Sandwoman says, she makes a point to know everyone’s name. Clark knows he must walk into the open studio, she’ll put him to sleep forever if he doesn’t do as instructed. He takes off his headphones then walks into the room where Sandwoman sits. Sandwoman says: “Take off your glasses and get down on your knees in front of me Clark.”

Clark kneels down beside Sandwoman’s chair with his hands behind his back and face ready for sleep. “Pleasant dreams Clark!” she says then inhales deeply. Clark wants to watch her but squints his eyes anticipating the sandy blow. And then…a dense gray cloud approaches his face and instantly he’s smothered. The smoke feels cool, like satin sheets when you first crawl into bed. The smell is heavy, it thoroughly intoxicates Clark in 6 or 7 seconds. He took it all so willingly. His eyes flicker and the euphoria of being smoked to sleep by Sandwoman sets in. It’s his first time. He uses what energy he has left and thanks Sandwoman then falls to his side onto the floor curled up like a little baby fast asleep. “And that’s lust. Clark has just experienced a very silky smoke smothering. He’ll sleep for 18 hours.” Sandwoman explains.

Then she exhales her last lust puff and smothers sleeping Karen with the smoothing exhalation. Sandwoman now reaches for her Softsand. She explains: “Now this is Softsand. It’s the smoke I use on all you boy’s and girl’s out there when I baby sit your families.” She takes a baby blue cigarette from a similar colored case and lights it immediately. She blows the smoke across Karen’s head. The smoke Karen just endured, lust, left a coating of gray dust on her cheeks and shoulders. This time Softsand is applied and the color of the smoke is baby blue and it is one heap of softness! A big ball of smoke is releases by Sandwoman then she lets the remaining thin smooth blow push that big cloud into the victim’s face. Sleeping Karen just received the blow. “Softsand will deeply relax you. The smell is beautiful, everyone’s favorite! Softsand will leave you very relaxed and you’ll eventually drift off to slumberland. Sometimes a few minutes and sometimes two hours. But once asleep, you’re there for a day!” she says proudly. Sandwoman peers into the control room and says softly: “Gil, time for bed honey.” She gives him a come hither look. Gil wants to say no but he can’t. He’s mesmerized. He’ll go to the Land of Nod willingly. He kneels in front of her. He folds his hands in front of him and lowers his head. Sandwoman inhales deeply and starts to wipe her silky fingers through Gil’s hair then reaches to his chin and points his face toward Sandwoman’s lips. The camera perfectly picks up the big soft cloud that instantly smothers Gil’s stunned face. Then a long stream of smooth baby blue smoke follows. Gil’s face is all smiles as the smoke still butters his face. “Sleep well!” Sandwoman says and Gil’s body turns to mush and falls to the floor facing upward, his arms spread out, palms facing the ceiling. Gil looks like he really enjoyed the experience. Most folks do!

Sandwoman talks to the camera explaining why it’s necessary to have good sleeping habits releasing several blows of Softsand, the final one across sleeping Karen’s face. Then she reaches into her purse for another cigarette case. This one is ivory and the cigarette is gold. “This is my Ultrasilk!” she explains to the camera. “This is a very special smoke, my warmest, and smoothest!”

Sandwoman continues to seduce the camera with her sensuous sleep talk when Lisa slowly prances through the studio doorway. She walks up to Sandwoman, slowly kneels down and begs to be smoked with Ultrasilk. “It’s my favorite! I just want to smell it and feel it all over me,” Lisa says with a trembling voice. Sandwoman responds: “Lisa, I shall fulfill your fantasy…and your eyes.” Sandwoman inhales deeply, there’s absolute silence in the studio, and then the grayish yellow cloud is blown directly into Lisa’s eyes. She squints immediately and brings her hands to her face starting to rub the sand out of her eyes. Sandwoman is still smoking her. Lisa’s hands and numbed by the smooth smoke and she fall’s to her side. Lisa manages to open her eyes staring at Sandwoman then her eyes leap into the back of her head and over she goes, crashing on the floor. Lisa will sleep for days, she really caught a perfect Ultrasilk from Sandwoman.

Gail and John are left. John is already seduced and is getting out of his seat about ready to catch a sleepy cloud. The phone rings and Gail pulls John away from the studio entrance telling him: “Don’t leave, I need your help here!” On the phone is the manager at the nearest large affiliate. He’s asking: “What are you showing now, you’re ratings are almost 100% for your viewers”. Gail says: “Turn on your set and you’ll see why.”

Sandwoman blows three terrific smooth blows of Ultrasilk across Karen’s face talking about the importance of the texture of her smoke to the camera. “The smoother my smoke, the heavier the sleepy whiff,” she says. People are slumbering all round her and she loves it! Now it’s time for Quicksand. Sandwoman pulls out a silver cigarette case and places a shimmery white cigarette in her mouth, lights it, and gusts a cloud 10 feet long between her lips. The blow takes about 3 seconds to travel that distance. She looks at the camera and says: “Every sleepy smoke blower needs a smoke she can depend on to put you to sleep quickly. Quicksand is super silky, and super smelly! Your eyes and nose will never know what hit them. Let me show you.” She lifts the microphone off Karen’s numb body and says to the control room: “It’s sleepy time for one of you. Please get in here now.” Sandwoman looks back at the control room and Manny is on his way. Gail pats him on the ass as he walks out of the control room saying: “Pleasant dreams!”

Manny walks into the studio stepping over all the sleepy bodies. Sandwoman asks Manny to face the camera and tell the public how beautiful he thinks Sandwoman is. The mesmerized Manny looks at the camera and begins to talk when his face disappears in gray smoke. It took a second, it seemed, for Manny to go from talking to the camera directly to the floor curled up like a little baby. Sandwoman blew several more blasts of super silky soft Quicksand on all the sleep-ridden bodies. Anyone without a smile before now had one. Then Sandwoman blasted Karen with two whiffs of Quicksand and finally put the cigarette out. And now it’s time for Soft Teke. Sandwoman blew Soft Teke back in the early 70’s as a teenager. It was her fist sleeping smoke. This smoke is identifiable by the sheer volume of smoke Sandwoman blows from both her nose and lips. The smoke is a very soft powdery blue-extremely beautiful. Sandwoman could mesmerize anyone with this stuff. Nobody could resist. The smoke is very thick and silky therefore loaded with that “sleepy stuff”. That’s why she doesn’t blow it often, but when she does, watch out! Everyone is going to bed!

Sandwoman instinctively knew Gail would be tough to seduce. That’s why she’s selected Soft Teke. Sandwoman stands and turns toward Gail and inhales deeply on her cigarette as she approaches the glass that separates the studio from the control room. Then Sandwoman releases a thick sandy blow of luxurious Soft Teke into the window. It spreads like velvet to a cloud 6 feet wide on the window right in front of Gail. Gail is bewildered, she’s seen the most beautiful blow of smoke imaginable. Sandwoman points at Gail with her right index finger and summons her into the studio. Gail takes off her headphones and sleepwalks her way into the studio. A moment later Gail has Sandwoman’s left hand firmly under her chin and her face is being held toward the camera. “I’d like to leave you all with one final thought tonight,” Sandwoman says softly to the camera. Then she looks Gail in the eyes. Gail says: “Smoke me Sandwoman!” Sandwoman inhales deeply and releases the buttery smooth Soft Teke into Gail’s face. Her head bops backward-the smoke is so soft it shocks her. Then she leans forward into the stream of Sandwoman sleep. Sandwoman is still blowing. She’s still blowing.

It’s over, Gail has been blanketed. Sandwoman turns to the camera and says: “Sleep tight! Remember I’ll put you all to bed soon!”