I have a thing about physical scent. The most debased of all the senses, the nose doesn't get much press - we're all eyes and ears these days. It's not an unambiguous compliment to tell someone "You smell nice today". It's not like commenting on a new pair of shoes. "What do you mean, I normally stink?"
So I tend to keep quiet about the smell of others' bodies. I once broke up with a girlfriend over the phone because whenever we were in the same room I couldn't bring myself to do it. She had a very subtle aroma, but when she got excited I could smell her pussy from a distance. Her scent would waft over, more obvious than a boy's bulging trousers.
I couldn't resist.
Some months after we broke up, I gave her a lift home. It all seemed quite innocent, just chatting - until I picked up the umistakable scent of her. She was turned on. Shifting gears I purposely brushed up against her knee, or maybe she'd just placed it conveniently in my way.
Silence, quick exchange of complicit glances...
...then back to talking about the weather. No exaggeration - we really were discussing the weather forecast for a hiking trip some friends were planning. Boots, lightweight outer shell materials. This is not the nylon, silk and leather of conversational foreplay.
Her aroma filled the car now. I knew she was wet. Driving, I knew with perfect clarity that under her jeans there was a wet pink slit peering out from between plump lips. The image asserted itself with an urgent immediacy, creeping up my nose and clutching my eyeballs with a tight grip.
We had all our clothes on, strapped into seatbelts, but I could taste her in my mouth.
"You just missed my house," she said.
"No I didn't. I'm looking for a parking spot."
From car to bedroom neither one of us spoke. Not a sound, until she gave a low lusty purr as I unzipped her jeans and pulled them to the floor in one swift move. She stood, smiling like a trickster down at me as I crouched in front of her, admiring the glistening band of moisture on her pouting vulva.
Before the kiss, though, a moment to relish the scent.
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That is a damn sexy story!
When you are with a woman whom you have turned on so much that you can smell her, despite the fact she is fully clothed... Damn, it's a powerfully erotic thing. This post brought back a few excellent memories. Thanks!
Mmmm, shiver. Nice one, Mon.
I was conversing with a friend the other day about scents and the sense of smell, and my friend said that he had read that human beings when they are attracted to one another are really in fact attracted to each other's scent. That we pick our mates by how compatible their scents are to our scent registers. I didn't expect the argument to be illustrated quite so graphically and saucily, though. ;-P
Lovely. I so agree about scent. A sense so many overlook, wrongly malign, or at the very least under appreciate...
Well, you'd all be very disappointed having sex with me then because I have no scent.
It's a rare thing, but it does happen, I have no body odor what-so-ever. Never have had any. I've never even used deodorant.
I used to work out hours a day, sweat pouring off me, and no odor. Finally I asked my doctor, he thought it strange, after testing me thoroughly and consulting medical books, ect... he said it is rare, but it does happen.
So what attracts men to me then, if they can't scent me, what is it?
I wonder sometimes Mon, if guys that have me so turned on can smell it. I know that I can. (Granted, I can also feel my panties soaked...)Or maybe it's that 'come hither' look in my eyes. Or that I'm biting my lower lip. Or that I can't focus on anything but sending telepathic messages for them to attack me. Or that I'm staring at their hands (or their crotch or their lips). Or the fact that my face and neck gets flushed when I'm turned on.
Or maybe my freckles on my forehead spell "FUCK ME"?
Lili, that's quite something. I bet there are worried bosses of large deodorant corporations shouting into their telephones, right now: "This Canadian chick - shut her up right now. This can't get out!"
They have black vans converging on your house, Lili. Filled with dark-suited men, all of them deodorized to within a hair's breadth of their sweat glands.
Anyway, I can make many guesses about why men and women lust after you, Lili. Apparently pheromones don't have a smell of their own. They just work, invisible and silent underneath the chemistry of our skin.
Who knows, have you checked your body for freckles spelling "fuck me" recently?
Well, all I know is my husband says I'm the only woman he's ever had sex with that he can't smell, before, during, or after sex. Even when I am supremely horny.
I taste good though. So that makes up for my lack of scent.:-)
And I don't have freckles.
What a fun, fun post mon. You have the best way of talking about the most intimate of experiences. Definitely the best thing about a person that you're attracted to is their smell - probably because it's so evasive and can disappear at any time, but also so intense when it IS there and can conjure up so many other emotions/sensations/lust! And it doesn't even have to be in a sexual context - scent is just as special when you're giving them a hug, or the scent they leave on their pillows. I'm now with a guy whose smell I adore so much I've even found myself sitting in his wardrobe and burrowing about clothes.
Definitely, I think scent is highly undervalued. I mean, if someone's unattractive you can get used to it - if they smell bad it's PAINFUL.
And scent stays with you for years - even now, if I smell the cologne my first boyfriend used to wear I feel melancholy and nostalgic. :)
Good story.
Smell is an important part of the strip club experience for me as well.
Prose, an erotic prose. Erudite, wonderfully descriptive, and , alas, erotically revealed. Without a whiff of a double dose, concise. Pheromones, generally , are un noseable.(Poetic license)
Bio chemicals, working on nerves and receptors, are real. What you speak of, though, are not pheromones. Not that you alluded to that, because you could actually smell her.
Its a wonderful smell, and as, a male, I can concur. An excited woman, can emit an intoxicting aroma, that is without doubt, a signal of wantoness and desire. It can be, and often is, directly proportional to her level of sexual desire.
Latino woman, seem too, and in my experience, and, mysteriously, gush with noticeable aromas of desire. Perhaps, their lack of inhibition, and amorous and sensual natures, enhance that wiff, for us.
I smelt the desire of a business associate, whom I had only just met, in our boardroom. It was instant, and, undeniable. I took the phone off the hook, drew the blinds, locked the door. And the rest, is, the substance of adult sex movies. Our boardroom table, is over 12 metres long, and the chairs are upholstered with soft black leather. Her tan, and boots, her little tatoo, and smell....created an intoxicating moment. Never saw her again....we never spoke, we just did. You right on the money mate. Keep your nose clean, sniff one at a time. Dont chase, just replace. What a smell...just got excited remebering and relaying this story to you.
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