Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Olfactophilia, or what I like to call scent-ual arousal, is such a sexy kink. Not everyone is turned on by smells or orders, especially body order, but one sexy lover is. With him, I can be completely myself and never feel self-conscious because I know the smellier I am, the harder his cock is going to be. When I know we’re going to plan a date; I make sure not to shower beforehand or even put on deodorant.
I want him to smell the natural me. We agreed to meet tonight for dinner at my house, so a few hours before he was set to arrive, I went out for a run. It was humid, and I pushed my body to its limits, knowing the harder I worked, the more I would smell of my natural musk.
Scent-ual Arousal
After my run, I stayed in my sweaty leggings and sneakers. As if I was marinating myself for him. However, I did wash my hands and start dinner. After a while, the doorbell chimed, announcing his arrival, and I hollered back that it was open. Unfortunately, I was stirring the pot on the stove and couldn’t leave it to let him in.
I smiled when he walked into the kitchen and slid himself right up behind me. His pelvis pressed to my sweaty ass, and his nose went right to the back of my shoulder. I heard as he inhaled and felt a shiver race through his body. His cock responded and flexed against my ass. “You smell so good.” He groaned and traced his nose lower to the back of my armpit.
“I just finished a workout.” I teased him by lifting my arm above my head. His hands were skimming up my stomach to squeeze over my tits supported by my soggy sports bra. I giggled and tried to lower my arm as he drew his tongue up the pocket of my armpit. “Quit! Wait till dinner’s finished.” My words were broken up with giggles, but I knew I would lose the brewing argument.
“Who needs dinner when you smell better than any food?” He spun me around and pulled me away from the stove. Then, gripping my wrists in one big hand, he hefted them up over my head.
“Wait, it’ll burn.” I squealed when he dipped his head beneath my arm.
“Let it. I have my meal, right here.” I knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself when his scent-ual arousal took over!
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270