The scent of a man  

2playfulandhorny 52F
41 posts
1/13/2006 9:20 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

The scent of a man

You know what I love about coming home after having sex with a man? The scent of him on me. My long hair wraps around us as we kiss. It caresses his thighs, balls and cock as I explore and taste his manhood. It comes between us as we rock together in love making. The smell of his perspiration, his sex, all in my hair; on my skin.

I spend the drive home savoring his smell. My mind remembers how he kissed me; the impression of his lips still on mine. I linger over how his cock responded to my hungry mouth. Did he moan when I sucked him? Did he moan when I fucked him? What was the expression on his face when he came? Did he cry out? Did he shudder? Did he do anything special to electrify me?

I soak it all in until the smell dissipates. But the memory is burned into me. When I am hungry for him; hungry for his erection inside of me; hungry for his kisses covering my body; touching myself; I bring back his memory until I reach ecstasy.

It is his scent in my hair that keeps him on my mind. Wanting him . . .


rm_art_persists 51M
1789 posts
1/13/2006 9:53 pm

I love the smell of a woman's arousal. Scent is an aphrodisiac which we try to hide beneath other scents: funny how that is.


Gizmo_0122 40M  
2 posts
1/19/2006 9:36 am

Hmmmm,,liking that description


redswallow777 48M
6810 posts
1/23/2006 2:37 pm

Very interesting...gives me a greater appreciation of long hair.


onefastmouse 52M

1/23/2006 4:29 pm

I had a lover some time ago that I connected with on so many levels and the sex was fanf...ingtastic. I few days after one encounter with her I found the shirtjacket I was wearing in the garage and her smell was still on it... all the memories of our marathon enccounter came rushing back and I was instantly wanting her again. mmmm... and again.


2playfulandhorny 52F

1/24/2006 11:57 am

yes, "onefastmouse", I know what you mean. When I was in my early 20's, I used to take the L downtown Chicago for work. One day a man sat in front of me. I was instantly 17 again and in the arms of my first lover. It was the combination of cologne and cigarettes on that man that triggered the memory. I couldn't have stopped the memory had I tried. It was surreal!


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