Intimate Fantasy Perfume 소설 & 이야기

The heavy scent of her perfume intensified, suffocating, making my head swim. “Don’t be like that,” she murmured. She stopped in front of me, too close. Her perfume hit me—a cloying, heavy floral scent that smelled like lies and cheap manipulation. It was so strong it choked me, clawing at the back of my throat. I had to lock my jaw against the urge to gag. She raised her arms, wrapping them around my neck, pressing her nearly-naked body against my dusty clothes. “I know you’re hurting,” she whispered seductively.

I had put so much work into this for it not to work— Gave the housekeepers five days off, got the same role play costumes like the only fan models he subscribed to, bought the same type of sex toys they used, and the wigs they used. I reached for my favorite perfume— Lancôme La Vie Est Belle— and with a flick of my wrist, I sprayed it around me. My neck and collarbone, my wrists, behind my ears, and between my breasts— none were spared from the spritz spray of the perfume. And in one final perfume ritual, I raised my hand and sprayed it all over me, almost choking on the floral scents that clouded my nostrils. I coughed. “Enough, Verena”

“God yes, I want it so bad it hurts. I’ve been watching your tight little body squirm in my class every day, that short skirt flipping up when you cross your legs, showing me those smooth thighs, your tits bouncing every time you laugh at my jokes. Fantasizing nonstop about bending you right over this desk, hiking that skirt up, spanking your perky ass cheeks red and stinging before I drop to my knees and tongue-fuck your dripping young hole until you beg me to stop.” She yanked my hand fully under her skirt then, pressing my fingers right against the soaked lace covering her pussy, hot and slippery, her clit pulsing hard under my fingertips like a little heartbeat. She moaned low and deep,

It was the perfect time to 'go to school'. But I still did not understand if I ever dreamed of an intimate moment like this with a prostitute. But there was raw emotion in the way Zoey wrapped her arms around me. As I took a breath of air, I unlinked my lips while peeking with my eyes half-open. I just wanted to make sure it was not my imagination. But somehow, I felt guilty. Zoey's eyes remained closed as if she surrendered to the situation. Every time I took a breath of air, I could smell the essence of true love. The scent of sparkling pink pepper and mandarin oranges becomes a fantasy of roses and jasmine. A fairy tale finds ends with a sensual embrace of musk and patchouli.

Why had no one told him that it would feel this intense this quickly? He laid back on his bed and closed his eyes. His thoughts immediately went back to her. Her deep auburn hair matched her name perfectly. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel with gold flecks that shone when she smiled. He had to know what perfume she was wearing because he had never smelt anything so intoxicating in his life, it was like fresh flowers on an early spring day. Her dress hugged every curve of her body leaving him wanting to peel it slowly off her to reveal the soft skin underneath. She was the perfect height for him, he could tuck her head right under his chin, and she was nicely muscled he could tell she was a fi

I said getting dangerously closer to her. Her intoxicating perfume smell making me go wild and wild.... I was feeling like a prey who captures in the web of spider. Her perfume is like a web for me....I take a step forward not leaving a space between us, my one hand snaked her waist and I put designs on the nearby chair then put my other hand on her cheek and start caresses it and she leans on my touch. We both were looking into eachothers eyes, her beautiful eyes....

The beautiful woman was about to protest when an elderly man in a dark suit emerged from the back room, his gaze carrying a touch of admiration as it fell upon me. "Mr. Bardier!" The beautiful woman gasped in surprise, her expression revealing that the man before her was none other than the recently acclaimed perfume master and the boutique's owner. "Madam, perhaps 'Fantasy' would better suit your taste," Bardier suggested, producing a bottle of purple perfume from the nearby display cabinet. It featured numerous tiny sequins at its core, glistening and captivating under the light. "Oh, thank you. I adore this scent," the noblewoman exclaimed as she lifted the perfume and took a gentle sniff

"You taste so good. Like fucking honey." Sebastian whispered, pushing one of his fingers inside her as he continued to lick and suck at her clit. Lorraine's eyes were rolling back in the pleasure that was taking over her body, control slipping steadily out of her hand as she got lost in her high. Sebastian Phoenix was a drug, he was a living, breathing drug which made you submit to him and made you feel just how much you need him. Pushed and pulled and took and gave and he was so intense. He added another finger, moving them at a steady pace as his mouth did wonders to her body. Panting hard as she took support of his shoulders to stay still. The hot pool in her stomach growing.

Zavian's nostrils flared at the cloying, artificial floral scent of her overpowering perfume. It was the kind of scent designed to attract attention, to announce her presence with the subtlety of a foghorn. It was the complete opposite of Emmeline's intoxicating natural fragrance, the one scent that never failed to stir his senses to the point he barely managed to keep his dick in his pants earlier. All that dominated his senses whenever she was near was the intense desire to ravage her senselessly. To have her squirming and a moaning mess beneath him while he pounded her until she saw stars and forgot even her name.

With that ability, I could have any woman eating out of the palm of my hand—literally. Excited, I added the "Hand of Arousal" to my cart and continued browsing. Another item piqued my interest: "Hypnotic Perfume" for $300,000. This perfume claimed to release pheromones that could subtly influence the wearer's surroundings, making them more suggestible and compliant. It was a perfect complement to the Hand of Arousal, ensuring that any woman I touched would be putty in my hands.