Saturday, September 22, 2007

 

Love in the Ol' Factory

There are a lot of things about a woman that drive a man to the edge of sanity and decency.

My favourite?

The aroma. The smell. The scent.

Scent of a woman?

More like breathing her in.

Every pheromone, every cell, every molecule.

Sniffing women is what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about going beyond that light and breezy, perfumed, wafting scent that most ladies like to radiate.

I'm talking about that deep down, pheromone laced, sex infused, in between her thighs aroma that makes you spine shiver every time you get a whiff.

It's like you're snorting the purest of all narcotics.

The chemical reaction shoots all the way up into your skull cavity and turns your brain to mush.

It's not a thing you can forget easily. Her smell becomes permanently imprinted on your memory. For as long as you live, you'll remember.

Decades from now, you will get a whiff of someone or something that comes close. And you knees will go week.

There is no aroma in this universe more pleasant than that of a naked woman who wants you.

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