Intimate Fantasy Perfume Novels & Stories

he said looking over the sets of perfume on the table, Amora looked up to his face as he was focused on the perfumes, lifting and sniffing them, "Coco Mademoiselle Intense by Chanel. I’ve heard that Rihanna wears this fragrance.” he said and uncapped the perfume. “You’ve never worn this scent before, have you?” He asked coming behind her and sniffing her neck seductively, He pressed the spray head of the perfume and the gas from the perfume wafted through the air, filling the air with the warm scent of gourmand, he inhaled it smiling,

She chuckled slightly. “I guess that settles it…Adrian…” Before Gabriel could finish, sturdy steps echoed and instantly the smell of Indian agarwood mixed with sandalwood, musk, and Turkish rose filled the air. They were expensive ingredients used to make luxurious perfume that sell at almost a million and half dollars for a small bottle. The scent brought a hint of familiarity that had me thinking where I could have met such a man. I waited until he appeared, and holy heavens, he was nothing I expected him to be.

"Ms. York, let me explain. As you know, Aerowind Enterprise has been actively recruiting lately. With all the new assistants coming in, there's bound to be more physical contact..." Frederick explained sheepishly. Jennifer cut him off. "But why do you smell like Jasmine's favorite perfume, the exclusive luxury brand Ethereal Essence? Don't tell me someone else uses that scent too?" This brand was only available to select customers, with each person having a personalized fragrance. That meant only Jasmine had this particular perfume.

he praised in a husky whisper, his breath warm against her ear. “You're a pretty good dancer yourself,” she said slowly, trying to focus on the moves. Concentration was impossible, with her body molded to Phoenix's from chest to thigh. “And you smell delicious,” he murmured. “What's that perfume you've been wearing this weekend?” “Ange ou Demon.”

Defy? Then, she leaned in, her movements becoming more intimate, more daring. Her hand grazed my outstretched arm as she used it for balance, her touch sending a jolt of unwanted heat through me. She was close enough now that I could smell her – the faint trace of sweat mingled with the cheap, cloying sweetness of her stage perfume, an intoxicating, unsettling combination.

My manhood strains against my briefs, seeking to be free and joined with her body. "Come on," I lift and set her on the bed, spreading her legs wide open for me. Then I ripped the lacy pants off impatiently and stroke her with my fingers, savoring the feel of her wet cünt. I'm curious what she tastes like down there. How she smells. It's part of confidentiality to mask everyone's scent with oil, herbs, and other perfums. If only I could strip her of these things. I need to stop thinking these useless thoughts, get my orgasm and go. That's what I paid for, not the girl's damn scent.

"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."

Barely. Spinning her around, he pressed her chest-first against the door and swept her hair off her neck. The sultry scent of her perfume invaded his sinuses, wrapped around his throat. It was the same brand she'd worn on her interview years ago, and still had the power to obliterate thought as he knew it. Berries and musk with a slight floral undertone. Sensual. Distinct. He grazed his teeth along her nape and licked a path to her ear. "Your scent drives me to the brink. Have I ever mentioned that?" He sucked her earlobe. "I want to bite you every time I catch a hint in the air."

I can smell the perfume infect the air near me but she doesn't spare me a glance, she was still trying to capture my attention. Every letter of the drink she orders was dripping with a hint of lust, she wanted me to hear it. If only she knew how dangerous this game was for her to play with someone like me. Even though I show no interest something must have captivated her because she continues to attempt at pulling my attention towards her. When all else fails she lets out a few words directed at no one, in particular, the way her soft voice lets those words flow so easily. She tried to be smooth when she slid just a little closer to me the perfume she wore had the scent of strawberries.

Jessica watched eagerly as he filled the flutes. Lucas stood up and sat on the armrest of her seat, she had to tilt her head up to be able to look at his features surprised but pleased, Jessica gulped tensely as his cologne made its way to her nostrils. Men's aphrodisiac perfumes should be illegal to produce she thought to herself one more time. He was so close, Jessica struggled to keep a straight face and fought with herself for not letting her eyes rake over his hard rock body. her gaze sat on his big rough hands and a shiver ran through her at the memory of the sweet tingles they left on her skin.