The smell of the crease of the knee
Saturday, April 11th, 2009It is a contentious issue, and not lecturing one, but when I hear a friend telling me that morning (or when you have the rule, or when in the afternoon and takes all day at work) do not touch it before can shower, I caught the nerve.
In particular, because once we reached the level of intimacy that the situation is, it means that I accept it as is. And personally I like the smell, and if I do not like and invent a joint session of mutual soaping bath. In any case, except for the sheets on the bed on the clean smell.
I understand you do not like your smell intimate, my truth is that I do not like mine, but instead I love (in the sense of being loved) the smell of the person I am. The smell of your skin, smell the crease of the knee, a smell that was her when she was a baby (Have you noticed?), The smell of his armpits, his body between her thighs. I like all of it, why I would not like it?
Yes, please do not look at me with surprise, the smell of the person you are is as personal as his voice, like her face, as his pleasure. As we do not put a mask when making love (how about putting your favorite actress of?), As we do not get the fifth Mahler headphones to fuck, like we vindicate the smell of the beloved
Well as I said, I want the person who smells like fuck her, not perfume.
Incidentally, I like the word fuck, both for outright that sounds like the wet sound of her two eels, for use both vocal with little round hole.
So, my dear young grasshopper, let the perfume in her hair, neck. From the neck down, if you will, a suspicion of deodorant toilet in the underarms, but please, no more than that. It extends the fashion of a few drops of perfume on the neckline. Vade retro! cleavage, that smacks a bit of sweat. The crotch that smells like crotch. Men have fought so hard to get there, we priveis the pleasure of smell!
