I cannot believe that I actually spent an obscene amount of my valuable time, to read thru 4 pages of comments! Just a hilarious, total waste of of good forum real estate. What blatant degeneracy!
Who could...who WOULD... think of such a thing! The very idea of.....making love to a pile of tobacco?
PIPES are my femme fatale.... Some pipes can really scratch my primal itch. I have a big, over-size, rusticated canted-bowl Dublin, that evokes....in my twisted mind....Sophia Loren. A young Sophia Loren. The 1964 "Marriage, Italian Style- Sophia Loren....when she walks down the street in that low-cut, clinging dress. Mamma mia....that's a spicy meatball!
Yes, rubbing on that bumpy, rusticated surface, the shape of the moundy, mammary-like bowl, can usually raise my half-dead..... imagination... to greater heights.
IMO....it's PIPES, their shape, their feel, that are far more of a turn-on, far more organic/orgasmic.... that some pile of shredded vegetable matter. Tobacco fetishes, and various other sexually disgusting , perverted, unthinkable dreams.... all go up in smoke. But pipes, stay behind, remain tangible, to hold, forever. Only you will know why that dumb-ass smile comes to your face, when you stuff, stroke/rub and warm up the atoms of that special, evocative, pipe.
Don't judge me.