Smell Panties Novels & Stories

[note to QI: above line says perfume too, so I kept this neutral/vague by changing to liquid] She then glared at me and asked, "Did you tamper with the perfume, Helena?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're getting at, Queenie? Is it possible that your perfume has simply gone bad?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?"

He says calmly. “You’ve really planned this thoroughly huh?” “Yes,” he replies stiffly. I understood that our stocks have truly been plummeting slowly and we are on the verge of releasing our new scent ‘Noir classique’. I guess that’s why my uncle seems to be so bothered about the sales. We’ve also had some problems with the press recently, anonymous people have been sending complaints to the media that our perfumes are causing skin reactions. It’s currently being investigated, but it has really put us in a tight spot.

I stole a glance at her red cheeks I fingered her without taking off her panties "Max..." I love the way she calls my name...it turns me on I licked her already soaked panties Her pu$$y juice dripped through her panties "Max you're killing me"she said with tears streaming down her cheeks I pulled off her damped panties...I inhaled the sweet scent of her pu$$y I sucked on the flesh In my mouth.. pulling and taking it in repeatedly "Oh please"she threw her head backwards in estacy

Her eyes were blue like the night sky bereft of stars and he felt he would drown in them. They walked side by side. He helped her walk past a puddle and they ate at a pizzeria, each relating pieces of themselves. He agreed that the olfactory sense was the most complex of senses to define. That one would have to smell it and not one word about it could give it justice. She talked as though she were older than her age, so mature and yet her youthful mien made her seem like a child playing grown up. She was interested in his course, chemistry and how it related to the promise of enhancing perfumes.

Yeah,torn and shredded by brutal and dumb ass Dolan. The undies,a huge fan of these dudes. Trailing smooth lines up her thighs,I reach her panties, gradually ridding them. "Ouch...." She wince. "Oh geez" I whisper, blood stinch from her panties colliding my nostrils. Despite being blood,they stinch her familiar aroma,her alluring body stinch and hypnotizing body spray. "You alright?" She ask, gazing wiredly at my slightly embarassed expression. "Yeah I am" I reply, avoiding eye contacts.

Damien leaned back in his chair slightly, studying her in silence before speaking again. “Closer.” Her stomach did something deeply unhelpful. She stepped closer until she stood beside the desk. Immediately his hand lifted. Paused near her wrist. Like he was stopping himself from grabbing her automatically. That tiny hesitation affected her more than actual touching would've. Damien exhaled slowly. “You smell the same.” She stared at him. “That sounds concerning every single time you say it.” “And yet it's still true.” There was exhaustion beneath the calmness tonight. She could hear it now.

"Please! Stop! I'll never do it again!" But I had no intention of stopping. One hundred stamps. Not one less. Every inch of her was covered. Now, Dahlia was a walking canvas of the words "Blackmoon Pack's Slut." She lay limp on the floor, her body shaking with silent sobs. I knelt down, stroking her cheek just as she had done to me earlier. "Dahlia, there's one more thing I forgot to tell you." She looked at me with dead eyes. "This special ink... its scent never fades," I said, my voice as soft as a feather, but more terrifying than any threat. "From now on, every wolf who smells you will know exactly what you are."

I tried to protest by raising my hands to grab them, but he wouldn’t let go. Instead, he brought the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, his brows furrowed. “You smell wonderful, as usual. So heavenly and intoxicating. You know how much I like your particular scent, and I already have a collection. I’m going to add one to it.” He finished with a wink, tucking the panties in his pocket and all I could do was clench my still-trembling thighs. I was supposed to be enraged and demand my panties. But instead, I was getting wetter, and I couldn't be mad at Robert because his words got me so sexually aroused.

She stuck out her tongue and made a lewd, cock-licking gesture. "Take off your panties," Carlito said. Mrs. Day obeyed her brother, reaching down to snatch at her panties, wriggling in the hammock and making it sway. "Show me," he said when she'd gotten them free. Gianna showed her brother her panties. They were nude colored with rich, red cherry blossoms all over. "Show me the middle," Carlito said. His sister obeyed. "Ooh, you're so wet for me." Gianna reddened but smiled. And then she took a deep whiff of her own panties. Her brother groaned. "You like that, huh," she taunted, balling up her panties and sniffing deeply.

The strong, tangy scent of her pussy hit me immediately as I brought them to my nose. "Fuck, Sarah," I whispered to myself, inhaling deeply. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of her natural musk, a hint of sweat from her day, and that feminine aroma that drove me wild. I carried the panties over to her bed and lay down right in the middle, spreading my legs wide. I pressed the crotch of her dirty panties firmly against my face, sniffing loudly as I freed my hard cock from my shorts. It throbbed in my hand, already leaking precum as I started to stroke slowly.