"Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled ... I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit, I sniffed the subtle whiff of its tuft, I lapped up the taste of its hot hollow ...I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat." W.H. Auden, A Day For A Lay Did you think underarm odor just happened? That it was a cruel joke of nature that we should stink in a most...
Mike and Sally have been married 10 years. Their marriage was a strong one but routine eventually set in. At some point, Sally started organizing date nights once a month and Mike was always looking forward to those... They usually involved some kind of kinks and playfulness that he loved... However, more recently Sally seemed to have forgotten the date ni...
In chapter One, I narrated how I seduced my professor with my panties. Chapter Two detailed how I got into a relationship with Steve, from the office, also through the use of my panties. My relationship with Steve continued to go well. We kept our relationship a secret from the office as we felt there would be too many complications. I don't know if you cou...
PART 1: AROMATHERAPY FOREWORD This is a brief but informative and hopefully enlightening article on using your senses to help with your creativity. I highly recommend that if you're open-minded and looking to make your storytelling feel a little more adventurous and expressive, you try this and see where it takes you. 1 THE SENSES There is an uncommon n...
The smell of a dead mouse and a dead rat is the same. The rat is bigger so the smell lingers longer as the body mortifies. The smell of dead critter was in the boat shop. Most people when entering the shop would comment on the woody smell. The reason is we heat with wood, plus the added attraction we have wood products everywhere. An industrial orange Woodmi...
Julie and Andrew were married since two years, they had met the first time one year before they went to the register office. Their life had turned completely after they met each other, they both had been singles before and enjoyed the loneliness. But that changed rapidly after their first sexual intercourse, they felt the power of attraction between them, l...
I woke up with a pounding headache and my head felt heavy as if it had grown to twice its size. I looked at my alarm clock and realized it was 5:54 p.m. "Son of a bitch," I said out loud. I had to be at the mall by 6 p.m. for my evening shift at the Christmas display. I didn't have time to shave or shower. I got dressed in the same clothes I'd warn the night...
Jack loves to see his landlady Stacey wearing short sleeveless blouse and skirt. She is in her mid-forties, a little fatty, wears blouse much above navel, and the blouse is of dark colour, and ultra low-cut tight design. The low-cut back of the blouse on her smooth coffee colored skin is a treat to watch. Her plump shoulders are exposed, Jack longed to kiss...
Age 19 Red Haired Female -- Diseased Preface The following story is of intense nature. You may wish to read this preface to put things into perspective. If you do not like spoilers, do not read this preface. The central theme of the story is projection of love onto people. We have a tendency to fantasize about the subjects of our adoration. We see a cowor...
Lana was forty, but her eyes were bright and youthful, and her skin free from wrinkles. She had medium long blonde hair which she usually kept up in some sort of bun. She had big, bouncing tits and a wide, meaty ass. Her waist wasn't perfect but stayed slim enough. She was a single mother to one son who was the apple of her eye. She'd come from the bathroom...