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Robin lit a sleepy-time cigarette while her two daughters and husband opened their gifts from Santa on Christmas morning. Each silken thick blow of pure anesthesia was aimed toward the ceiling, above her family’s heads, as Robin was perched on the edge of her chair overlooking her happy family. Robin was in her thick white satin pajamas and her hair was thickly brushed smooth draped over her shoulders. She felt wonderful and her exhales of dreamy smoke looked it. Her family was thrilled with each present while Robin sat behind each family member equally thrilled at the texture of every silken puff of smoke. And then…one of her daughters dropped her gift wrap, reached both arms into the air and yawned, then she settled down on the thick luxurious carpet and tucked her hands under head and went to sleep. Robin smiled and inhaled deeply on what would be a personal blanket of sleep for her daughter. The next puff, pure silken white, smothered her daughters’ shoulders, abdomen, and eventually cascaded across her face. Her daughter smiled and slept like a baby. Robin’s other daughter leaned back on her elbows then turned her head toward her mother. Robin smiled and exhaled a creamy white fog into her daughters’ face waving bye-bye as she released the silken smoke. Her daughter stretched out her back and after a few seconds lay still-paralyzed by the silky intoxicating smoke. As always, Robin’s husband was at peak sexual excitement experiencing what Robin refers to as a “sleep treatment”. Robin looked at her husband and released a super silky white plume of smooth cool smoke that struck her husbands pajamas in the crotch. The smoke was blown smoothly for what seemed for an hour to her husband right at his crotch. The silky feel of the smoke easily penetrated his clothes and stimulated his penis to a rapid thundering orgasm. He fell backward on the thick plush carpet rubbing his hands on his face over the intense excitement then Robin stood over him and blew her final puff directly down into his face. Her husbands hands slowly left his face and he fell into a deep sleep. “Merry Christmas!” Robin said to her sleepy family.

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The office party ended Christmas Eve. It was 5PM and everyone offered their final holiday greetings and slowly gathered small gifts, cards, leftover food, and made their way to the parking lot. Our conference room was empty and I happened to be the last one to walk by. What a mess! The building management would have someone come in and clean though-I just shut the light off and walked toward the aisle-way closet to grab my coat. I put my coat on and looked up at Fawn. She was in a fabulous black full-length mink coat! I loved the look of fur on a woman and couldn’t help staring at her. Fawn knew I had a fetish for fur and she also knew I would follow her on her break when she went outside to take a smoke break. Fawn also knew that I would watch her from across the office while she would undo her tight thick hair bun and brush her mane like a Hollywood model. You could hear her brush almost yelling “So Silky!” with every sweep through that lustrous blonde hair. Fawn decide to give me a holiday gift that she could now deliver since our office was now empty. She walked up to me and said “Hi Scott” and reached her hand into her hair pulling out the hairpin that allowed her magnificent mane to cascade across her shoulders. In her deep raspy (Ivy League educated) voice she said: “My hair needs a brushing.” She reached into her purse and handed me her pearl white brush. “Brush it!” Fawn said firmly. She turned her shoulders and held her head sideways and the lustrous hair hung thickly in front of my face. The perfume she put in it was incredibly sexy and intense. The perfume relaxed my trembling hands and I touched her hair with my left hand then reached out with my right hand and ran the brush through her hair. The feel of her hair was like something you could only experience in another world. I felt like I died and had gone to heaven. “It feels so silky Fawn!” I said-teeth still chattering. Her sex-kitten laugh was well practiced. I tried to brush it like she does, sweeping her hair off the side of her head then backward allowing her hair to gently fall to her shoulders. Her hair was pure blonde with just the slightest hint of a red streak in there. I watched intently, mesmerized by the feel of her hair and the perfume she sprayed into her locks. Fawn was busy too. She turned her face toward her lifted knee where her purse rested (for the moment). She reached in and took out a “Satin” cigarette. I was too busy brushing her mane, my hands completely covered with the silky residue of her hair conditioner. Then I heard the flick of a cigarette lighter and turned my head toward her face. She turned toward me and I saw the bright orange glow of the cigarette tip as she inhaled deeply. Then she took the cigarette out of her mouth and while staring at me turned her head slightly to exhale a deep thick cloud of gray smoke that just missed smothering my left ear. My jaw dropped and I glared at her smoke covered lips then glanced into her eyes. She knew-she knew my fetish. She was going to gas me helpless-I could tell. I wanted to back away but couldn’t. Why? A firm warm hand surrounded my extended penis. “Welcome to dreamland” Fawn said in her deep beautiful voice. She inhaled her cigarette deeply-making me wait for a cloud-out (a face full of smoke) and then my nose was treated to an overwhelming smell. My eyes squinted tight, my face was almost instantly numb, her grasp around my private parts grew tighter. I leaned back against the wall and was treated to another face smothering. And then another. Fawn watched me every second. I came in her hand and then slowly fell to the floor-my back against the wall. Sitting on the floor she grabbed my face with her two hands after dropping the cigarette on the floor and then deposited her last lusty blow into my face. I was totally gassed and left unconscious. “Sleep well!” Fawn said in her husky deep voice. She grabbed her purse, buttoned her mink coat, and walked away quietly.

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Velveteen sat in her favorite living room chair on Christmas Eve to watch an annual Crystal Gayle Christmas special on TNN with her family and the next door neighbors’ family. They gathered each Christmas Eve to watch the program. This year Jill, a 37-year old Susan Anton look-alike (except Jill’s hair is long thick brunette), would bring the gathering a very soft surprise. Jill is a beautiful and wonderful lady. A great mother and wife, the most loving person imaginable. She’s very comfortable with herself, her personality is very endearing. Jill smokes, and when she does her oldest daughter says her smoke looks like velvet. The neighborhood folks gave her the nickname Velveteen because of the glistening silky velvety appearance of her smoke. Jill is seated with her legs folded in her favorite chair as she faces the television on the other side of the living room. In front of her is another couch with her son seated closest to Jill, the next-door young teenage boy next to her son, and at the end of the couch is the neighbors dad. To the left of Jill sits her husband in another single person chair. Opposite the couch is another small couch-a love seat, with Jill’s daughter and the neighbor’s daughter-both 11 years old. The lady who lives next door sat on the floor between the love seat and the television set. At 9 o’clock Jill lit her first cigarette. Her first exhalation was a gloriously thick velveteen that crossed the room and struck the television set spreading like satin. “Oh no, Velveteen strikes gain!” says Jill’s daughter. “I have a feeling we won’t be moving from these chairs kids. Anyone have to go to the bathroom before we’re all too lazy to stand?” asks the next door mom. Nobody moves, watching Crystal Gayle swing her long silky hair on television while soft creamy blows of relaxing smoke cross your face is all anybody wants right now. Jill is so wonderful to be with during these smoking sessions. The room is streaked with a blue-gray wave of smoke that smells nice. The kids slowly sag there heads into a corner of the couch where they sit, Jill’s husband is already stretched back in his chair sound asleep. The next-door mom gets up to get a drink in the kitchen. She doesn’t return-fell asleep at the kitchen table. By 11 o’clock the Crystal Gayle show ends and she sings a lullaby song to close the show. How appropriate! Jill is now Velveteen, the 7 people present all are 85% anesthetized. Velveteen rises out of her chair blowing a heavy thick cloud of smoke on the coffee table as she puts out her 10th cigarette of the evening and walks to her bathroom. You can hear a spray can being emptied in there. Jill walks out brushing her silver streaked heavy brunette mane-three feet in length. And then…face wrap! First, her husband. He squirms for a few seconds then succumbs to the sleepy smell of Velveteen’s hair. Then, her daughter-she always goes willingly. The neighbor’s kids, the neighbor’s dad-he became very stimulated and Velveteen helped him ease the pain of a throbbing pulsing penis by rubbing her satin sleeve against his crotch. Finally, Velveteen’s son was wrapped in a 30-second silky hair hug. Velveteen walked into the kitchen and said to her sleeping neighbor: “Common, smell my hair, that’s it, deeply. It’s so silky isn’t it”. Land of nod for all.
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At the hospital, many unfortunate folks were too sick to go home for the holidays. In Rooms 220 through 222 there were a total of 6 men-all with broken bones-victims of auto accidents. Nothing serious, just a few days of rest while they mend. Dream Woman would provide the rest for them. Each guy had spent just one day in the hospital. Today was December 23rd. None of the nurses wanted to be there especially with the holidays coming. This particular floor worked several nurses: Susan, Danielle, Mary, and Wendy. Dream Woman, the hospital nurse manager, showed up at 10AM and gathered each in the small conference room at the end of the hall. Decked out in a white silk pants suit with a heavy white nurses jacket Dream Woman closed the door as the girls seated themselves at the conference room table. “You all look pekid!” Dream Woman stated. “You need some sleep”. Each nurse knew they were each going to be gassed. It happens every year. But only 4 to 6 hours of nap time then Dream Woman gives each nurse Christmas Eve and Christmas day off. They know if they don’t follow suit-Dream Woman visits their houses on Christmas Day and seals their eyes shut. “OK, Danielle you’re first”. Dream Woman sits next to her and pulls a stethoscope out of her deep coat pocket. She rests the sensor on Danielle’s forehead, then her cheeks and tip of her nose. “What are you doing with that stethoscope?” Danielle asks. Danielle watch’s the heavy frosted hair drift back and forth as Dream Woman tilts her head gently. Dream Woman says “My Stethoscope has analyzed your anesthesia requirement Danielle. And your need is this!” Poof! A squirt of sleeping dust pulses out of the stethoscope smothering Danielle’s nose. Her eyes role back into her head and she falls forward as if her body weighed 1000 pounds. “The rest of you put your heads on the table please,” Dream woman says authoritatively. Susan rests her head on the table as Dream woman rises and approaches her. The gas from Danielle’s anesthetic still rises from the cup over the stethoscope. Dream Woman clasps the back of Susan’s head and places the stethoscope over her nose. Dream Woman smiles and says “Welcome to Dreamland” and poof! Another nurse is gassed! Dream Woman walks toward Wendy with a come hither look on her face. Dream Woman says to Wendy: “Come here, place your head against my tummy”. Wendy rests her head against Dream Woman’s satin blazer and tilts her head upward looking Dream Woman gaze down into her eyes. The stethoscope comes across Wendy’s cheek, she looks at it out of the corner of her eyes. And then the scope is placed beneath her right eye then poof! The gray gas rises gently from Wendy’s smothered cheek and she quickly goes to sleep. Mary says: “Guess I’m next, huh!” Dream Woman says: “I was going to save this for the occupants of Rooms 220 through 222 but I think I’ll start with you. She pulls out a dark gray cigarette and lights it. “You see my sleepy friend, it’s illegal to smoke in the hospital. I was putting each of you to sleep so you wouldn’t witness what I was about to do to the bad drivers in those three rooms out there. But I think you need a first hand demonstration.” Mary stands up and backs into the corner. “Hey, what are you doing! No! No! Don’t blow that on me! No! Noooooo….” Mary’s voice fades as she falls into the conference room corner. Dream Woman stands with hands on hips looking at her smothered victim. “Have a nice sleep!” Dream woman now walks into Room 22o where 25-year old Joe and 32-year old Dave lay in opposite beds. “Hi guys!” Dream Woman says as she sashays across the floor to close the window blinds. “Hey! Why are you smoking in here. You’re a nurse!” Joe says. Dream Woman walks over to Joe inhaling deeply then releases a thick toxic gray fog that smothers Joe’s face in a split second. Joe reaches his hands to his face and says “Oh…knock-out smoke!” then sleeps soundly. Dave tries to get out of his bed but can’t. His legs are broken-he can’t move. Dream Woman stands at the foot of his bed and inhales deeply. Saying nothing she releases a hypnotic thick blow that strikes Dave on his stomach and rises slowly to his neck then covers his face. Dave tilts his head back-and-forth and after about 30 seconds his head is still. Dream Woman inhales again then releases another thick blow directly into his already slumbered face. She walks out of the room closing the door firmly so that it can be heard up and down the hallway. At least one occupant that heard that clambering door knew what took place inside that room. Room 221, 32-year old John and 19-year old Donny are quickly smothered. Each received a triple kerplunk of dreamland. Room 222, 65-year old Wayne and 22-year old Turk are blanketed in heavy thick gray smoke. Wayne went slowly, Dream Woman had to empty the remainder of her stethoscopic sleeping gas into his eyes to get him to sleep. “Have a nice sleep guys”.