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Senses Series

Senses Series

A question that I'm sure we've all asked ourselves at one time or another! Whether it be in a good or bad context, let's face it, smell is everything! I'm doing a senses series, bringing you the best of taste, sound, sight and of course touch!

Deny it all you want, but how many times have you wrinkled your nose in disgust at the taxi driver's B.O., wound down the window and stuck your head out like a Labrador at the beach? Or better yet have you ever had a person with questionable attractiveness walk past and once you caught a whiff of their scent experienced a surge in hotness points? Or has that only happened to me? C'mon you've seen the Lynx ads!

Whether pleasant or unpleasant the smell of a person is imperative in not only forging a first impression but also maintaining interest. You need to smell good when you first meet that new lady love. You also need to smell fresh as a daisy everywhere whenever you see her after that, and I mean everywhere! God forbid the lady is performing the ever sacred going down dance and doesn't like what she sniffs! My advice ladies, the sacred lotus flower is never going to smell like roses so breathe through your mouths!

Every person has their individual smell. It is impossible for us to smell exactly the same as another person. Your individual smell is not only made up of the array of chemicals swimming around your body and excreting onto your skin. No no, it's much more than that! Your smell is a mix of the products that you apply to your body from you daily application of Femme Fresh to your final spray of Giorgio Armani or Britney's Fantasy as you walk out the door.

So lets talk about general smell. I shouldn't need to say this, but I will, it's all about hygiene ladies! I'm not just talking about your lady parts! I'm talking everywhere. Your signature smell starts to develop at shower time when you wash yourself with whatever fragrance your soap features. So not only are you right then and there getting rid of the smell of the sweaty one night stand you had the night before, but you are also adding the first layer of your individual aroma! Yay! No more baby prostitute smell and individualising! Way to multitask!

Now, what about your post shower regime? Now I feel I must remind you that you should be moisturising daily, face and body moisturisers to keep your face looking and feeling baby smooth so that you at least look as young as the baby dyke you're trying to pick up! Even the hypoallergenic creams have scents! Hence, application of scent layer No. 2.

And what about your deodorant? Are you a roll on girl or an aerosol lady? Do you prefer women's or men's deodorant? All of these individual choices make you smell like you! I personally, prefer to wear men's deodorant and women's perfume, don't ask me why, there's just something about the smell of lynx that perks me up in the morning!

So then you add you hair gel, hair spray, even your makeup and chap stick, all of these things have a scent and make you you.

Yes we are getting there…

Beef Curtains are not named as such because they are supposed to smell like a back street butcher's shop! Keep your lady parts clean and smelling lemony fresh because if your bedroom friend has to hold her breath whilst going down on you, she will pass out between your legs and nobody wants an unconscious bitch holding up traffic at the entrance of their love tunnel. So keep things clean down there, especially when it's that time of the month!

So ladies keep it clean, shower daily and make sure you brush your teeth! Nobody wants to be kissing last night's ashtray mouth in the morning!

xx

Eldiese

Jan 14, 2014 10:06 am
 Posted by  AngelBaby

As I lay here quivering after a beautiful session with my wife, I am inspired to write to you about the smell of MY cunt. My last shower was over 24 hours ago & yesterday we spent a whole morning on the beach, & then family catchups & dinner & games til 2:30 this morning. And yet at 8:45, when she rolled over to touch me, she did not care about this fact (& I reminded her I hadn't showered.) In fact, what she said was "good", and then dove down to drink it all in. She felt special, privileged, to be allowed to visit at such a sacred & vulnerable time, & she treated me like so. She didn't hold her breath. She didn't breathe through her mouth. She certainly didn't ask me to go & change my scent. She threw my legs wide open, leant in, and breathed me in. She closed her eyes, starting at the base of my vagina, and breathed in what looked to me like the most heavenly scent. As she parted my labia, releasing an even deeper, intrinsic scent, she made a primitive sound, something akin to a growl. She whispered "oh my god" and then she started again. Sniffing me, panting, breathing in my aroma deeply & I watched it affect her, I watched her breathing change & her body become taut with desire. I watched her being transformed & awe struck at her lover's natural, uncloaked scent, as though at a banquet, taking it all in, pausing with holy reverence before beginning the feast. And when she tasted me, she did not balk. She did not wrinkle her nose in distaste. No, she ate me like a lover. She left no stone unturned in her quest to devour me, finding every last fold & coaxing it out into fullness with a soft yet insistent tongue. She explored me with a woman's finesse and maturity, not licking me lightly or gingerly, afraid of what aroma she might release; she lapped at me as she would icecream on a scorching day. And with the release of every new pheromone as I phased through to orgasm, she delighted, crying out, smelling me all over again, until she could no longer stand it and finally, took me with her hands. The smell of MY cunt. Publish that.

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Hi, Im Eldiese... I am 23, a writer, a scrub nurse, make up artist, fire performer and of course lesbian... lipstick lesbian if your into labels.

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