One of my Flamingo Friends, ECD, sent me a fantasy of his. I enjoyed reading it and thought I would share.
Here would be the scenario of everything I like in a smoking woman:
She is young, with coppery red curls and does not look at all like a smoker. She sits down beside me on a bench outside some mall, that is marked no smoking. She lights up an all-white without asking me if I mind that she smokes. Every puff blows right in my face , thick and rich and spicy, thanks to her position and the angle of the gentle breeze and she knows it but doesn’t really care. If it bothers me, I could get up and leave, right?
That was the last cigarette in her pack, so she simply drops the pack on the ground, followed by the cigarette as she finishes it, after which she opens a fresh pack, letting the breeze catch the strip of cellophane. She’s got a Starbucks cup of coffee with her, too, which she casually leaves behind on the ground when she finally leaves. Although her makeup is light and girl-next-door, her lipstick is heavy enough to leave a clear impression on the snow-white filter tips of both her cigarettes.
She doesn’t bother to crush out her cigarettes, just drops them. What she does crush, purposefully but casually, is a small trail of ants that wended its way past the bench.
When she gets up to leave, I admire the perfect shifting curves of her perfect bottom in her tight white skirt as she saunters away. I also notice that I am actually speckled with ashes — she cared so little about my presence that she simply ashed her cigarette in the air near me as she raised it to her lips, ensuring that most of them drifted onto me.
Do you have a particular smoking fantasy?
I would love for you to leave them in the comments for us all to review! 
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I too, like ECD, have my fantasies. The other day, from inside a cafe, I saw, in my direct line of vision, a girl who was beautiful and intelligent, and was sitting at an outside table. She was in animated and joyous conversation with a guy sitting opposite. To make the moment perfect she smoked three Silk Cut Purple cigarettes one after the other. Her style was spectacular: mouth exhales, nostril exhales, talking exhales, never ending exhales.
She drew on each cigarette so sexily and forcibly, making it glow intensely bright, and her feminine hold between drags at ear level looked so good adjacent to her exquisite face and her lovely bundled-up long hair. When she drew out each successive cigarette and dangled before lighting I nearly died.
The fantasy element in all this is simply that I so wish I were sitting opposite this wonderfully radiant girl. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful.
Wow, that’s a great sighting! I would love to have been there – and especially, as in your fantasy, sitting directly opposite that wonderful girl. She sounds perfect!
Hey Flamingo!
It’s great that you are using my photo this time! I know her very well, she really does love to smoke!
An amazing fantasy described!
The best thing ever imagined is sitting in the middle of two girls, who are smoking. I would go crazy!
Henry
HenrySmokesAlot
I never thought of that – sitting between two girls who are smoking! I would die of pleasure!
I’ve actually been in a car with 3 girls, as they all smoked!
One of them said: “You can get a lift back to the office with us, but you must be aware that we’ll be smoking”
I had to think about it for a microsecond but I figured I would manage somehow…
… ah, Flamingo, don’t be taking so long to make your mind up, when you get an absolutely heavenly offer like that to be with three smoking angels. A whole microsecond is far too long!
Oh my God, you lucky guy, Flamingo! That sounds so exciting. Once again I am envious of your experiences.
“Sounds so great and sweet!
I would love to be in a car with no open windows with all girls smoking!”