Kiss Her Perfume Novels & Stories

"Is that necessary right now. Don't you wanna collect your gift?" I could tell her I'm exhausted but risk making my girlfriend cry. Instead, I go closer to her. Her skeptical smile is replaced with a wide one. "You're wearing the perfume I bought for you." "Yeah. Smells good right? Even the wax I used is the one you got me." "You look so good. Thank you for this." Now, the moment of truth. I have to do something in less than 3 seconds. I move to kiss her when her phone rings.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

she asked again, standing up and pushing herself into my arms. I inhaled the smell that made every single desire in me arise. She smelled like cherries. It was so refreshing that I knew, with the way she snuggled toward me, I was done for. I raised her head; her gaze sweeping from my neck down to my lips. “Kiss me…” she demanded sternly. And for the first time, I let myself obey. Her lips were everything I had always imagined her to have. Or maybe this lady right here just happened to have it all… a replica of the woman I had always loved.

She sprayed the perfume — not ordinary fragrance, but her own specially concocted blend. This was no simple scent. It was a pheromone‑infused formula, engineered with precision. The molecules heightened Annaida’s natural allure, making her appear irresistibly attractive to both men and women. Subconscious cues would draw eyes toward her, magnifying her presence in the room. Unlike commercial perfumes, Jenny’s blend contained slow‑absorbing aphrodisiac elements. As they seeped into the skin, they would gradually override rational thought, stirring primal urges. The formula was designed to bypass shame and restraint, pushing the subject toward unfiltered desire. The longer it lingered, the str

He captured her lips again and this time around, the kiss was rougher than before, but that didn’t make it less delicious. “I can’t believe you of all people allowed something so shady to be done under your roof.” She said when the kiss ended and he lifted her up so that they were in a sitting position. “You pretended to be the good and righteous guy.” “I am the good and righteous guy.” He replied, kissing her neck again, not surprised when her arms went round him. She hugged him to herself, making him take in the lovely scent of her perfume and shampoo. He trailed kisses around her face and nibbled on her ears, finding out in the process that it was one of her sensitive points.

I couldn't see her face properly but i could see her body. She wore a short skirt and a little bow top that only covered her nipples. She moved towards me in a seductive way. She placed her hands on her shoulders before kissed my lips. I tried to reach for her ass but she slapped it off. "Don't touch until i say so," She said and i instantly fell in love with her voice. She climbed on top of my body and circled her hands on my neck. She rocked her body on my erection. She kissed my neck. She took my hands and placed it on her ass. She smelled like rose and caramel.

“You want to kiss me, don’t you?” I laugh, soft and low. “Desperately.” “Then do it.” So I do. It’s not fireworks or crashing waves. It’s better than that. It’s quiet, slow, the kind of kiss that feels like it has nothing to prove. The kind you only give when you know you’ll want another. When we finally pull back, she touches her lips like she’s checking to see if they’ve changed shape. “Not bad for a guy raised on name cards and red wine,” she says.

Perfume that smelled like peaches and rose. Haylee. She glided toward him like a fucking ballerina in heat. Perfect curls, perfect skin, perfect teeth. Her gaze didn’t even shift toward me, they just locked on Haden like he was her prize and the rest of the world could burn. And him? He smiled. He. Fucking. Smiled. Didn’t look at me. Didn’t flinch. Just leaned in and kissed her temple, his hand resting on the small of her back like she was safety and I was danger.

Then she sniffed the air, her nostrils flared up, then her eyes widened as they stabbed mine. “That perfume. Is that from you?” I sniffed the air myself, faking a confused frown. “Perfume? I don’t smell anything special. Just my new soap.” She took a step closer, her eyes boring into mine. “Don’t lie to me, Charlotte. That is an expensive female perfume from SayBosslady. Where did you get it?”

She was interested in his course, chemistry and how it related to the promise of enhancing perfumes. He asked her what she placed in her perfume that made it seem so simple and yet complex as though it were organic. “…and familiar?” she asked her eyes now transfixed to his. She removed his glasses and reached out to kiss him on the lips. “…familiar?”. She repeated and he could scent the Neroli so near now he was actually breathing it. “Yes.” He could only reply.