Intimate Fantasy Perfume Novels & Stories

She didn't even want to try and put on eyeliner, it would be catastrophic. "Hnmmmm." She murmured as she fluffed her curls and pouted in front of her vanity mirror. She switched her normal daily fruit scented mist for a seductive perfume that smelled intoxicating and was rumored to be an aphrodisiac since it had chocolates in it. She had bought it to impress Mark, but he never seemed to notice she was wearing any perfume. Holly had kept the over expensive perfume on her vanity table, still wanting to savor the smell for months. She sprayed the perfume in her intimate areas. Areas where she knew she wouldn't be sniffed unless she was getting intimate with a man. She didn't know why but she di

I gave up now, I try not to move, his lips are soo soft, smooth mixed with the taste of mint and lemon flavor. I'm intoxicated by his smell, that strong masculine smell emitting from his body with the mixture of axe perfume is deliciously eating my nostrils. His other hand slowly went to touch my breasts, he squeezes that with a strong grip. An involuntary sound came from my lips. His mouth never leave my lips, he pushed his tongue inside me when I made an involuntary sound, one of his hand hold my other two hands and with his other hand went down my breasts. Even though I'm enjoying this as much as I want, but one part of my brain is yelling at me that it's inappropriate. Suddenly I came to

I've eat her enough to recognize that scent. She presses closer, her voice dropping to a sinful murmur against my skin. "I used a toy while my mind was entirely consumed by thoughts of you... then I infused my cum directly into the perfume concentrate." My throat goes completely dry. Beneath her weight, my cock jerks violently against the confinement of my trousers. She intentionally shifts her hips, pressing her ass directly against my hardness. "I may not occupy your physical space every hour of the day, Banks, but you dominate my thoughts."

slipping through the house, indistinct yet unforgettable. The air was thick with perfume, with the faintest trace of musk and desire. The scent clung to the walls, seeped into the very fabric of the House, wrapping itself around every surface, every object, every person. It was a heady cocktail, a mixture of power and temptation. Jasmine breathed it in, letting it settle in her lungs as if the air itself was intoxicating. This was her domain. Or so she thought.

Then, she lifted the velvet box containing the silver mask and looked at me in awe. “Ma’am,” she whispered, “you look like someone who’s… untouchable.” A faint smile curved my lips. “Maybe because tonight, I’m not meant to be touched.” She laughed nervously before carefully placing the mask over my face. The silk lining brushed against my skin, leaving only my lips and a small part of my face visible. To erase my scent completely, I picked up a bottle of NightFang perfume—a blend of deep cedar and faint wolfbane—and sprayed it along my neck and wrists. The fragrance was potent enough to drown out the scent Alaric once knew by heart.

she pouts, her tone and attire are like a large dose of cold water, but she is wearing the perfume I bought her, the one that smells like Cassie and it has me hard in an instant, just the slightest whiff gets my motor running. She sauntered over to me and placed her hand on my cheek turning my face towards her and kissing me, pressing her breasts into my chest and rubbing my bulge with her other hand. I still her hand and push my hips towards her, closing my eyes and letting the perfume envelope me. I press our bodies together and she lets out a slight moan at the contact before I turn her away from me and lay her gently on the desk. Wrapping her hair around my hand I slide her skirt in over

It was a strange power struggle, and Richard felt as if he was awakening for the second time with how furious his inner wolf became when he denied its wishes. Even after Emily was ushered into the meeting room, Richard stood by the door in a daze, allowing himself to indulge in the perfume lingering in the air. Her perfume was different from everyone else’s. It was a mix of woody undertones, lemon-scented detergent, honey and the sea. Now that Richard thought about it, did perfume manufacturers make such an odd blend of smells? He was certain detergent wouldn’t make a popular perfume.

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I felt Osiris at my hall door. [Open it and come in. What took you so long?] I linked him, making sure I closed the link to everyone else. I slowed down but didn’t stop touching myself. I heard the bathroom door open, I didn’t need to open my eyes. But I did steal a quick glance. I could feel Osiris just standing there staring at me. His scent of vanilla, caramel, and coffee, filling my nostrils. That made me more aroused, I easily slid two fingers inside myself, I let out a small moan, and I let my arousal perfume the air. Osiris glanced down to the area where my thighs would be, a sly smile spreading across his face,

I say as I reach her. “I threw a T-shirt under my nightie so it wouldn’t look like I just rolled out of some random dude’s bed,” she says as she stands and throws her skinny arms around me. “Did you?” I ask. “I should be so lucky,” she says close to my ear. The familiar spicy-rose notes of her Serge Luten’s perfume fills my nostrils, and I don’t want to let go of her thin body. Just being in her warm, scented embrace makes me want to bawl my eyes out. This morning I’ve had all my dreams crushed. I could stay in her arms a lot longer, but she pulls away, and eyes me warily.

. I need something that whispers power, not shouts it. Something that draws you in, then holds you captive. if you know what I'm saying." She opened her eyes, a sudden spark of inspiration flaring within them. “Patchouli. But not the heavy, earthy kind. I want the clean, almost minty fraction. And then… oud.” Anita’s pen paused mid-stroke. “Oud? That’s a bold move. It’s expensive, and it can overpower everything else if not handled with absolute precision.” “Precision is my middle name,” Natalie retorted, a wry smile playing on her lips. She reached for a tiny, dark vial, its liquid almost black, viscous. The scent, even sealed, was potent, ancient, a whisper of distant forests and sacred ri