Amorous Perfume Novelas e Histórias

It was beautiful. "Oh, is Mark here?" Amara asked as she stared at the entrance, boring holes into the door. "Why do you care if he comes?" Summer asked, eyeing her while wondering what ill motives she had in her head. Shamelessly, Amara answered, "Because you always come home empty-handed, and he would always bring gifts along. The perfume he gifted me previously was especially fragrant. I had my friends look it up for me and found out a bottle actually costs up to thousands of dollars! I've nearly used all of it by now."

He is your priority, your passion and your everything. This is the kind of love that every girl or woman wants. That deep and selfless love. Be it a working woman or your normal day girl--at some point in your life, you do dream of that selfless love. And my dream came to life in form of Akshay. Our relationship started with abhor and it turned to amour. My Akshay- My Amour. {}

Please, forgive me, Adam. I gestured the pie chart illuminating on the screen behind me, “For example, statistics indicate men do not own their own fragrances and if they do, they mostly select one favored by their significant others. Perfume is much more than just selling an aroma. As Serge Lutens once said, ‘It is potentially a carrier for the imagination. Perfume is thick; it is poison and pure desire; it is eros in person.’”

With each breath, I felt a wave of sensations wash over me as if I was transported to a world of desire and intrigue. The aroma enveloped my senses, creating a symphony of notes that danced delicately on my skin, and I could feel the strength of his arms under the skin of my upper back. "Ah, so this is what it feels like to be carried by his strong arms." Amaris let out a slutty sigh, and that was when the charm lifted. Sleepiness vanished instantly in my senses, and I became aware of my surroundings. Wait, holy fuck. Did I just immerse myself in this motherfucker's perfume?

The room was quiet, filled with predominantly dark tones accented by occasional hints of white. Its appearance might have seemed cold and uninviting, but the atmosphere carried a surprising warmth. The air was infused with the strong yet refreshing scent of a woody room spray, softened by a delicate hint of sweet floral notes.

It was so alluring which made my wolf and I obsessed with it. And Desmond knew one of my weaknesses was his masculine scent. Seeing that sheepish smile right now was making me annoyed. He knew exactly what he was doing. Damn this man... Damn him for knowing that fact. I shivered when his nose grazed my skin. "That's right... You still love my scent, seraphim," he whispered huskily to my ear. "And I still love your floral fragrance scent of white iris and fresh peonies." "Let. Go," I said, emphasizing and ignoring his words which were making me insane right now.

Can't wait to cuddle you even closer later xoxo😘. "Girl you so love Cecelia." I shook my head, "no I don't." But deep down I was questioning if I could. I mean could I really? "You can never walk through fire for someone you hate. I'm just saying. If I were to put dad and her in two separate rooms and burn them.. I'd know exactly who you love and who you hate." Maybe she was right. I smiled and breathed in... Suddenly one familiar scent hit me. Slightly sweet, I could smell the ambergris or labdanum, like they were combined with vanilla, tonka bean, flowers and some herbs.... It was a bit exotic and mysterious and very strong.

They were going to witness the beginning of their fatal fall. She opened up the two bottles she held and said, “If you’ll give me your attention, then I’ll explain the inspiration for the perfume, Jamio. It’s about the beauty that is found in love. Literally about two people being in love. My hope while making this perfume was that people could smell it and think about the beauty of falling in love.” She paused, glad that she had everyone’s attention.

I interrupted again, “What kind of condition?” Aldus replied while mixing the colourful liquids in that small glass in his hand, “Moon Goddess gave her a very difficult condition. She said that she would bless her with the Scent of Desire, a scent which could attract any male Lycan, making them insane in heat but she needed to make him fall for her before mating with him. If lust wins over love, she would lose him forever.” Eden grumbled, “What kind of nonsensical demand is this! First, she blessed her with a lust provoking scent and then, she asked her not to mate with her beloved. What kind of stupid condition is that?”

My voice was shaky as I explained, "This is the first fragrance I created ever since setting up my perfumery. It's called 'Forever Love', and it's not for sale. "I've had many people tell me that I should use a stronger floral fragrance or sweeter fruit scent for my perfumes, but I prefer the clean fragrances from woodsy scents more. "You're the first person to understand me for that. Would you like to be my muse for my next fragrance?" This was a very private and intimate request from a perfumer, and a straightforward one too. Herbert simply smiled and took the bottle from me, saying, "That works too." Then, he leaned down and kissed me.