Intimate Fantasy Perfume Novels & Stories

The sight was so primal, so unexpectedly lewd, it felt like a direct current to my nervous system. “Look what you did,” she murmured, her eyes holding mine, dark and triumphant. “You marked me. Your pleasure is all over me now. Do you like seeing that? Seeing your cum on my tits?” I could only manage a strangled groan, my brain still struggling to form words. The scent of us; sandalwood, sex, and her jasmine perfume filled the air, an intoxicating cocktail that was uniquely this moment, uniquely her.

Under his poky nose, she’s opening like a flower and intensifying the musky undertone of frankincense and leather. He plants sloppy kisses on her chin. He buries his face between her breasts and snorts her deeply vanillic perfume like cocaine straight from the source: the sweaty pores of her skin. The scent is the confluence of everything sacred and profane. Now it seems to permeate the whole room; irresistible, intoxicating, maddening.

I awoke with a start; my body trembled, and my breathing was shallow. A moan escaped my lips, and I realized that my body was covered in sweat and my heart was pounding with the force of a drum. I put a hand to my mouth at once, embarrassment taking over me. The dream had been so real, so intense, that my body had reacted with uncontrollable arousal. The scent of my pheromones, a mixture of vanilla, sandalwood, and the sweetness of my arousal, wafted through the air. It was a perfume that betrayed the chaos in my mind.

Why would I have to give you a chemistry lesson when all you could do is borrow one of Katelynn's perfumes. Oh my goodness I completely forgot that I have bought a couple of perfume bottles said Katelynn. Actually I think that I have the perfect one she said and it is called Fantasy Love by Lola Jones. Oh I love her she has the best smelling perfumes. Yes, she does Katelynn said and her bottle designs are eye catching. Now let me see where did I put it ahh here it is as she comes out the bathroom with the perfume bottle. Now this should help and prevent Cameron from smelling the pups.

He begins rubbing my sweet spot through my sheer, lace panties. "You're so wet already," he drawls against my dark olive skin. "Dio mio!" I moan out, arching my back off of the sofa. "Do you wanna stop?" "No." His hands hastily finds my zipper. The man pulls it down slowly, exposing my back. His fingers burns my skin and my ears tingle at our mere interaction. The heavy scent of lemon and other citrus fruits, mixed with his intoxicating scent, fills the intimate atmosphere. He carefully slides off my dress and underwear before dropping them on the beige carpet.

A red that calls for biting and kissing. I take my bottle of perfume. A drop at the base of my neck. One on my wrists. One last, intimate, between my thighs. An invisible promise, a secret weapon. He’ll only have to come close to be ensnared. When I straighten up, I feel my legs shaking with excitement. I glance at my reflection one last time. It is no longer Tania, fragile and hesitant, standing there. It’s a woman ready to bend Lucas, the man every woman desires, but who is waiting for me, tonight.

I discreetly threw the contents of Queenie's perfume down the toilet and discarded the original porcelain bottle. Over the next few days, Queenie kept throwing quick glances at my desk, confirming the porcelain perfume bottle was still there before nodding in satisfaction. To gain further confirmation, she used any pretext to accompany me to the restroom. Her true intentions were to check whether the perfume had the desired effect on me. Feeling wicked, I sprayed myself with garlic-infused water that carried a slight stench. Queenie was so delighted that her mouth momentarily convulsed in pleasure. She was confident the unpleasant smell meant the perfume was working.

It doesn't matter how far I am, I can still smell the intoxicating scent of her pussy. I can't hear myself think as I massage the bulge in my pants, receiving no sufficient relief. I make quick work undressing the lower part of my body, and fisting my cock. I don't think I've been this hard in weeks, and the more I breathe her in the harder my cock gets. My spit drips down as my hand massages the base and works up to the tip. I stroke my cock to her, her scents and the sensual picture of her I'll never rid my head of. Outside this door, her cries turn into little whimpers that aid my fantasy, jerking off to her until the pressure builds and my body twitches.

Hugs, twirls, kisses on cheeks, dramatic squeals, full girly chaos exploded. “Girl, look at your skin! You are already glowing like… like Escobar gold!” Flourish beamed, holding Orlanda’s face in her palms. “Turn around hehe! Let me see you well!” Winifred spun her around. “This outfit! This bag… Jesus, is this a Versace limited edition?” “Wait wait wait… this perfume. Is this Sì Intense?!” Flourish sniffed near her neck. “Yessss,” Orlanda giggled, pulling out her newest Samsung phone. “And guess what? Look at this baby.”

She called out, “Mommy.” Paityn was very fond of her child. She leaned in toward Carol, who clung to her tightly. This forced the former to lean against Jamie’s shoulder, allowing him to easily catch a whiff of her perfume. It was a fragrance called “Black Opium.” Gwen was particularly fond of that scent. Jamie prided himself on not being a lecherous man. However, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander when Paityn dressed this way and the scent of her perfume enveloped her as she leaned against him.