I have always been aware of women who smell wonderful whether that scent is from wearing perfumes, shampoos, soaps, powders or other beauty and health products or of more intimate aromas. I have been privileged to be in settings with a very few women in my life where I have experienced the tangy sweet aroma of feminine arousal. Both the natural and the artificial can stir me but I do have to say that many times it is the natural female body chemistry of arousal that will invade my brain and flip on the mysterious switches in my head that fire up the engines of my sex drive. It is certainly that way with my own lovely lady now.
Women are supposedly more wired to smell as a factor in attraction than men are but speaking for myself, a girl’s scent goes straight to my penis. I would advise all guys to slow down and pay more attention to the stimulus of feminine scent; the heady aroma of an aroused woman is intoxicating. Her scent can inspire you and stir you to expanded heights in your own arousal. Scent adds another sensory dimension to arousal and corresponding sexual intimacy.
So as I sat there in the train with this lovely girl sitting next to me, her scent began to drill into my brain. It was not flowery, or heavy just the opposite it was light and kind of soapy and clean. There was a lilt of spice and the unmistakable tang of love honey.
My suspicion was that she was on her way to a date with a guy (or girl) that she really liked or was on her way back from that date. Either way she was exuding the scent of arousal and it had grabbed my erotic mind and was pulling it down between her thighs to hold it against her moistened pussy. It was as if my mind was being embraced by her pussy for her own erotic gratification. I gasped quietly trying to ground myself in reality.
I closed my eyes to try and center myself but instead my mind raced in circles as it undressed her and I thought of ravishing her with my tongue, my hands and my hardened prong . . . .twisting her vagina into paroxysms of divine agony as I worked at her sex.
As I played out a spate of steamy hot fantasies in my mind, the stations and stops rhythmically came and went until we arrived at mine. I had to get off, but I found it hard to motivate myself to do anything but stay there and drinking her scent in and ravishing her with my mind. I though how absurd it would sound that I was late for my meeting because I was sniffing a pretty woman. But it was true!!!! Was really tempted to stay. Reluctantly I got up and she turned her legs towards the aisle to let me get past her knees.
I thought as I stood in front of her as I shuffled to the aisle how easy it would have been to drop my pants standing there in front of her and coax her to fellate me until I filled her mouth with my steaming hot liquid. That was my last fantasy as I left the train and her. I actually felt a sense of loss and unrequited love when I left the train. As I stood on the platform, I felt my erect cock go flaccid.
Wow I thought as I stood there. What happened? How did this nice looking girl almost drive me crazy with lust, when I never touched her, spoke to her or looked into her eyes? I fear that if I had looked hard in her eyes I might have cum in my pants. What happened was that the scent of feminine arousal triggered my sexual arousal; her scent wrapped its strong erotic fingers around my cock and stroked me to stone hard erection. Moreover, what happened was that the heady aroma emanating from her skin, her pussy and her lungs grabbed my erotic mind and clutched me to her chest so that I could feel the heartbeat of womanly humanity, her intimate sense of femininity and her own passionate arousal.
I sighed and went to my meeting. Yet all the way back on the train at the end of the day I thought of her. Laying in bed that night I thought of her again. That night as I lay there in the dark thinking of her scent and her vagina, I had her aromatic signature embedded in my brain, I could recall her scent as if she was laying there nude next to me with her legs parted as she coaxed her yawning vagina to release its liquid love in spasms of ecstasy. . I then thought of my own lovely lady’s unique scent.
At night as we cuddle in bed our minds become one with the blue haze that colors the room as we fall into sleep in each others arms. My face is nuzzled in her hair; there in the mass of her silky tresses I smell the scent of her shampoo and the unique essence of her skin. It is reassuring as I loose all sense of the real world and I am surrounded by the mist of sleep, that the smell of her hair is the last thing I smell before I drift away to that fuzzy world.
Then there is that heady scent of her most intimate place, her feminine gash. I lay in my hotel bed that night thinking about her hot flower and its intoxicating scent. I thought of lying there between her thighs languidly teasing her swollen bud with the tip of my tongue, and toying with her silken petals, suckling them and pulling gently on them as I watch her flower blossom and open before my eyes, tantalizing me with the nectar of her arousal. The thick nectar gathers around the opening of her love hole and drips and runs along her inner lips making them look like wet silk. I thought about the sensation of those tender petals in my mouth as I sucked her thickened – sweet dew off of them and swallowed it hungrily.
When she is intensely aroused like that her sex exudes a unique casolette, as the French call it. It is the scent of an aroused woman. For me it is intoxicating. It steels my cock and it causes my heart to race and it stirs my soul. I get so aroused from the scent of her reddened, open and swollen pussy I would do anything for her and to her. Most often though my greatest joy is to shift my suckling and kissing to her clit and fellate her tiny bud. I suck on it as if it was a tender little penis in miniature, delicately teasing it and caressing it with my tongue until I send her into the world of divine distraction and writhing joy.
I never fatigue of experiencing her orgasms face to face with the juicy ripe fruit from where they originate. I relish the fluttering spasms that cause her canal to pucker and release rhythmically and ooze the honey of her passion as the divine agony of orgasm creeps into her love box and explodes in my face; I kiss her nether lips tenderly as she stiffens and gasps with each sweet contraction.
As she relaxes in post orgasmic bliss, I will lay there adoring her exquisite flower and its wonderful tangy – spicy sweet scent; I love to delicately clean the dew from her quivering lips as she shakes in aftershocks.
I my hotel room this week I drifted to sleep thinking of that lovely girl in the train . . . wondering what lucky guy might have his hungry mouth on her peach that night and whether he was relishing the liquid of her arousal and the scent of her engorged sex as much as I was looking forward to my erotic greeting with my own sweet lady.
The familiar and wonderful scent of my own loves vagina drifts from my memory into my nostrils as I think of greeting her in a few days. My cock gets hard in testimony to the memory of that wonderful scent.
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