I Smell Like Beef Novels & Stories

he said to me. Hearing his explanation, I smiled, understanding what the scent meant to him. “What about me? What do I smell like to you?” he asked softly. “You smell amazing. The scent is a combination of leather, and musk,” I told him. He smiled, “That sounds interesting,” he replied with a chuckle.

“Concentrate. Tell me what you smell.” She inhales deeply and gags so hard that tears slip down her cheeks, wetting my palm. “Oh good God,” she groans. “What is that? It smells like...like...death.” I chuckle. “It's the meat in the freezer.” “Has it gone off?” “No, that’s what fresh meat smells like to us. Try again.” She sniffs the air again. I can tell by the way her tense muscles let’s go and how she melts into me that she identified my scent. “Hmm,” she purrs. “That’s nice.”

We walked straight to the parking lot, and he stopped pulling me when we stood in front of a black Mustang. Due to the significant height difference between us, he leaned down and brought his face level with mine. I immediately closed my eyes and smelled his minty breath, catching a whiff of his Calvin Klein cologne that reminded me of a baby's scent. Why is that? Whenever I smell his cologne or his breath, I immediately forget how Jiro smells. In fact, I don't even know what perfume Jiro uses, and I don't remember if his breath smells minty too.

Real. “Kalen,” I whisper. I close my eyes, a whimper escaping my lips. He speaks again, softer this time. “Name five things you smell.” I can barely think past the madness clawing at my mind, but his voice is an anchor. I latch onto it. “Pine resin,” I whisper. “Iron blood. Your... your stupid musk.” A huff of amusement. “Two more.” “Wood smoke.” A breath. A pause. A shuddering inhale. “Rotted meat.”

Fen’s eyes are red right now and I know I’m staring at the beast within him. “Your scent is how we can find you. We will always know who you are because of it.” I nod my head at his words. Not going to lie, I’m still confused. “What do I smell like?” my cheeks heat again. Some conversation this is asking someone what you smell like. I could die of embarrassment right now. He chuckles and moves closer, taking a deep breath from my neck. My eyes roll in the back of my head when he moves back, looking down at me.

she said. She crouched beside the bed almost humbly and picked up a fork. Then, she speared a piece of beef and held it up to my lips. "Come on, open up. You used to love this beef." I smelled raw meat. In the past, the only time I smelled meat like this was when it was rotting in the trash. I jerked my hand up and slapped the plate away. "I don't want it! It's not cooked! I'll get an upset tummy if I eat that!"

Why does that scent smell so familiar? I smell roast beef and chicken noodle soup. The staff brings out soup and sandwiches for lunch. I’m lost in this ocean of fresh smells and scents. Everything smells heavenly, more defined, now that Stella is giving in more to the bind and not fighting it. I feel more of what she feels and smells, and tastes. Coffee tastes orgasmic, and chicken noodle soup blows my mind with its bold flavour. “Are you going to eat that or just sit there and smell it all day?” Thanatos asks playfully.

*** After they were inside, they immediately met with a very sewer smell, and Brianna almost threw up if Jack didn’t suddenly put something on her nose. “What is this?” Brianna asked, narrowing her eyes as she smelled it before it turned to relax when the sewer smell was gone, and change to bread smell. “It’s just a perfume. Don’t worry, it’s not dangerous because it’s a perfume that bakeries tend to use to lure the customer. But the effect is not long so…I suggest you be wise when breathing,” he said, and Brianna just ‘oh..’

smell of pain smell of death smell of blood The putrid smell of my darkness permeates the intact space like a church, my church, I move my armchair closer to the window opening the trapdoor loving the dark way the place is filled with mystery I take slow steps down the creaking wooden stairs satisfying the madness with the noise. When stepping on the last step, I turn on the yellow light affecting the eyes of the guest tied up like an animal ready for slaughter in my simple butcher shop, I love the way he moans without being able to pronounce the words due to the lack of the tongue torn out in my outbreak of fury after seeing the brand in Giulia.

I didn’t have anything against smoking because Ben only did it when his stress levels are very high. “Honey.” I said as Ben looked back. “Babe, welcome.” Ben said as he put out the fire. “I thought you’d be home a little late.” “Surprise.” I said weakly and he smiled. As an omega, I was far more sensitive to smell than the other gender. I didn’t like the scent it left on Ben’s bother like I didn’t like him smoking. Ben tried to kiss me but I placed my hand on his chest to prevent him from doing so. “You smell like cigarettes; could you wash up?” I asked.