Blushed Perfume Novels & Stories

"Why can't I dress up a little huh, I just want to since it's a party even though it's just only your birthday, and you're an annoying friend hmmph." Clutching his shin, aggrieved Phil glanced and stared at the irrational girl. "By the way, this is my present for you." Sonja handed over a white paper bag to Phil and looked away angrily. Phil looked at the thing inside the paper bag; it was a bottle with a liquid that has a slight pinkish hue. "What is this?" "It's perfume obviously, it's made from the flowers of a fragrant camellia. It smells great and I hope you use it."

He looked around the room then suddenly looked at her again this time blushing. ‘So you remember’ ivory said smiling hysterically but she was still happy they didn’t go past her bust. He hurriedly stood up straight, he was flustered and he was shirtless. He looked at Chevy bed and got an idea, he removed the bedspread and used too to cover ivory’s body while he tried his best not to look at her. Ivory looked at Alfred who tried his best not to look at her, his black long hair which he normally put in a ponytail was disheveled.

It was supposed to be just something she could look at later if she wanted. Except when I leaned over to show her the first few items, I caught a whiff of her scent. She smelled like ripe peaches and vanilla. I think it must be her shampoo. I leaned in close and noticed that the timbre of my voice had changed. I wasn't rushing her along anymore, I answered her questions. I couldn't help but notice, when she leaned forward a little, her shirt bulged out. I caught a glimpse of her milky white tits and I was done. If it had been set free, I could have stabbed her in the ear with my cock. It was that hard. The more we discussed the items on the list, the more I noticed that she would blush every

Jayden says to her. "No!" She snaps at her."Tell me, can't you smell the sweet aroma of the meal?" He shakes his head."I can't smell anything, except the beautiful scent of your perfume. It smells really nice and exotic," Jayden doesn't know that the little thing he said is enough to make her blush. Evelyn's cheeks turn pink. She is blushing really hard. The perfume she used is a gift from Marina. So, the little gift from Marina is the one that makes her boss compliment her, for the first time. It is an indirect compliment but it doesn't matter.

That red, once so radiant, now carries the undertones of danger, a warning masked by the allure of its intensity. In contrast, Shane, the vivacious lavender, has consistently unfolded in my life like an enchanting blossom, infusing every moment with a lively fragrance. It's not merely a color; it's a symphony of soothing notes, a gentle melody that resonates with the serenity of a lavender field in full bloom. Shane's presence has been a vibrant brushstroke, painting my world with hues of calmness and joy.

he replied. She laughed lightly, hoping it sounded natural. As he pulled back slightly, his nose wrinkled. “Why do you smell like men’s cologne?” he asked, his tone casual but observant. Her smile froze for half a second. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for an answer that wouldn’t betray her. She cleared her throat. “It’s a new perfume,” she said quickly. “From H Scents Luxe. They want me to model for an advert.” John raised an eyebrow.

- Melanie returned to the banquet hall, and didn’t expect to see the event still ongoing because of her four perfumes. Everyone was busy discussing the perfumes she blended. Gabriel and Leo were surrounded by hordes of people fighting to have a whiff of the perfumes in their hands. She even heard many people discussing amongst themselves. “In the perfume she blended for Mr. Lindsey, white, red and Biljaria roses. That’s a clear expression of love!” “I could sense the clash between control and impulse in the perfume. Although she didn’t make it clear in her explanation, I’m sure they share a special relationship!”

the saleslady reminded her. "Show me what you got," she said. "This is the Elizabeth Taylor White Diamonds Eau de Toilette. We only have one stock of this here and it will cost you two hundred fifty thousands, Ma'am." "Okay? May I know the smell of that?" Irish asked permission. "Yes Ma'am." The saleslady gets the other bottle of perfume with the same brand she is holding. It's for the testing purposes. Irish sprayed a little in her palm and smell it. "Hmmm. The smell seems like strawberry?" she said questionably after smelling it.

"Of being safe. A long time ago. Before everything went wrong." More silence. I heard him shift. The mechanical whir again. "What perfume was it?" His voice was softer now. Almost gentle. It threw me off. "I don't know the name. I never knew perfume names. But it smelled like... like roses and something else. Something warm." "Jasmine." "Maybe. I don't..." "It was jasmine." He wasn't asking. He was telling me. "Roses and jasmine. From a French brand. Very expensive. Very rare."

"I... I didn't expect to see you here." Seraphina stepped forward, a slow, cruel smirk spreading across her red-painted lips. She didn't move away from Julian; she moved closer, her silk sleeve brushing against his arm. And then, the wind shifted. The scent hit me like a physical blow; it was the perfume. The exact same jasmine and metallic floral notes had been on Julian’s skin last night. It wasn't Katia. It was her, again. "Oh, the little wife," Seraphina purred, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "How lovely to see you out of the house. Julian was just telling me how quiet the estate has been lately."