Intimate Fantasy Perfume 소설 & 이야기

“I thought you didn’t smoke.” “I don’t.” She stepped closer, erasing the distance between them until he could smell her perfume, Gardenia, expensive and heady. “I just wanted to get you alone. I’ve wanted it all night. Watching you play the doting husband… It’s the biggest turn-on I’ve ever experienced.”

“We’re here to hear individual pitches for the new franchise. Our first luxury perfume line.” One by one, groups presented. Clean ideas. Amazing ideas. Names that sounded expensive but forgettable. Then it was Izzy’s turn. She stood up, walked to the screen, and took a breath. “My concept is called NOIRÉ,” she began. A few heads lifted. “It’s a unisex luxury perfume,” she continued steadily. “Dark, warm, addictive. Inspired by late nights, skin-to-skin closeness, and confidence. The kind of scent that lingers after someone leaves the room.”

His voice is low, rough around the edges, the kind that would rumble against my ear if he leaned in close enough. I swallow. “Yeah. That’s me.” His gaze flicks down, just for a second—but it’s enough. The way his dark eye lingers on the hem of my shirt, the way my nipples tighten under the thin cotton like he’s already touched them. My skin prickles, heat pooling between my thighs. Fuck. I’m not wearing a bra. I wasn’t expecting this. He holds out a small, discreet box. The return address is familiar, Pink Petal Pleasures, the boutique I ordered from last night after two glasses of wine and a particularly frustrating video call with my vibrator collection.

The sensitive skin of her pussy burning up immediately even more as suddenly the scent of a perfume like lily filled the air. "Now no one will know how dripping wet you are for me."

Zee commented. “Sure. Have you noticed that they often look normal?” Inara remarked. “Yeah. They are designers not models. Sometimes they are shy too.” “Yeah. I’ve noticed.” The screen filled with a lipstick advert and after that an acoustic guitar instrumental music fused in with a background of rose petals. A pink perfume bottle featuring Inara inhaling rose flowers, stood at the corner of the screen with words streaming beside it as the sexy voice of a woman read along; From the stable of Men’s Aura comes a sweet rose fragrance for women. “Rose Aura” Available in stores soon. Get early release at www.mensaura.com.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

Her screams, moans, gasps, every gasp, with waves of pleasure, cumming inside him, until he went limp, as they stayed embraced, with kisses, pulling his body, sucking his nipples, lying on top of him, still buried inside him, with every lick, suck and bite on his nipples and neck, with every stroke, every thrust. That's when they stopped, coming out of it, turning it over even though they were resting, with that two squirts came from inside it, towards the ground, when Shé Xié'è de chìbǎng, made a flourish of his wand, so that he would remove from it, both the dirt inside and outside, so that he would remove all of his marks from it. Even if he helped him get dressed. – The boys fell silent

* I thought in a panic, my fingers instinctively curling into the silk sheets to stabilize myself. It felt as though someone had injected a highly concentrated, lethal dose of an aphrodisiac directly into my bloodstream. The air in the room suddenly felt twenty degrees hotter, every breath I took filled with the maddening, intoxicating scents of my mates. Dante smelled of cedarwood, dark leather, and a fierce, masculine musk that made my wolf howl at the back of my mind. Seraphina smelled of sweet jasmine, expensive wine, and a cold, dangerous pheromone that made my skin tingle with a desperate want.

"So you can hold me down and remind me who I belong to." His jaw flexed, his fingers tightening around the leather. "You want that, angel?" "I crave it." The second box. "The Gift of Smell." I leaned in, licking my lips slowly, watching his grip tighten. “This is my scent. The one I wear when I want you to lose control.” My voice was a whisper, thick with promise. “A mix of Roja Parfums – Roja Haute Luxe… and me.” His eyes snapped to mine.

Deep inside… Farther into my body, as deeply as he wants to have his cock buried inside of me… As much as he wants to wreck me. Oh, god! I collapse, laughing hysterically, drunk from my own fantasy. My fingers clutch the soaked boxers and I pull it to my face, coating my skin with my wetness and his long-discarded semen. Like a shameless whore, I inhale. Deeply. Till all I have intoxicating my brain is his scent, our mix of sin… HIM. And now, I’m highly stimulated to carry out my dirty assignment.