Scents of life

The first time I think I was actually aware that people had perceptibly different smells was when I first visited the home of my future husband. I didn’t know he was that as I was 15 and he was my new boyfriend. I observed that their house smelt different from ours and realised that other peoples did too. It wasn’t that the people themselves smelt unpleasant, there was just a smell or scent that pervaded. I have visited many homes as a nurse, and some of them did smell unpleasant. Food smells, a lack of cleaning (body and environment) and wounds to name a few. My nose has always been a little sensitive to the scents and smells around me. 

The scent of my men

In the main I haven’t got close enough to many people to actually breathe in the aroma of them.  Because I have only had 3 lovers in my life, I haven’t had the pleasure, or displeasure. When I first met my husband, the family used imperial leather soap. I could smell him from a distance and no, that wasn’t the scent I detected in the house. Later some of his aftershave aroused me, just as well as he did a manual job and often smelt of grease before showering. 

S wasn’t into the use of cleaning products or aftershave. He blamed his eczema and used a simple soap to wash in the shower. Sad to say it often wasn’t enough. I am pretty sure his excuse doesn’t hold up as Master also has eczema and it doesn’t stop him smelling clean. I suspect S sweated more, was less thorough and used the wrong products. He was also a bit tight when it came to spending money. Plus his job was also a manual one. Having said all that, his natural scent could be alluring. So long as he has recently taken a shower. 

Master doesn’t have a strong smell. He washes with products that don’t contain perfume for the reasons described above and his aftershave – Chanel Pour Monsieur – is subtle. But when he holds me close and I breathe him in, he is unmistakably him. 

The scent of us

I sometimes worry that other people can sense my arousal through my scent. But suspect that often only I can smell it. I wrote in one of my smut marathon entries about that aroma of sweat on a summers day when it combines with the scent of arousal. The story was about sex toys, but if I had continued in that vein it might have been a better entry. Anyway I digress.

He is definitely attracted to the scent of my sexual juices as well as the taste. He doesn’t smell much until he is very aroused, but tastes pretty good. But when our fluids have mixed together and are oozing out of me I can smell that. I love to lie there, nose under the covers and breath us in. That is a special smell that I had never really noticed before and is one to treasure. Sex and love, dominance and submission rolled together. I love it. 

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6 Replies to “Scents of life”

  1. I have eczema so understand the need for unperfumed soaps and for me non-bio washing powder too – smelling under the bed sheets – that’s loooovvveee for sure 😉 x

  2. My second husband was like S, he always smell of sweat, and after I told him I want a divorce and I was forced to live in the same house as him for another 3 months, he wore the same pants for weeks. The smell was terrible. But, that’s past tense. I now have a man who takes good care of himself and always smells good 🙂

    Rebel xox

  3. I also love breathing in the smell of us – it’s so lovely coming back into a room or an apartment after we’ve been fucking in it to find the scent lingering!

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