Pussy Odour: Let Him Smell You To Fall In Love With You Again.
Sexual insight is a good thing. What if I told you the male link between lust, love, loyalty and monogamy can be found in your body's natural odour?
Details of how the male mind (and body) reacts to sexual smells can be found in numerous places on the ‘net. Behavioural changes in men are well known to be connected to sight, touch and smell — but the most important information regarding the latter isn’t available in any official study. It’s located right between a woman’s legs and then watching what their men do in and outside the bedroom after they’ve had a good whiff or two.
Men are simple primal creatures. They’re less likely to stray when they feel physically connected to their lovers. That includes taking in nosefuls of femininity during intimate encounters. It makes them feel more masculine — and we all know how important it is for men to be men.
A smell is easy. A girl doesn’t have to do much to get it. It’s already there. A well-groomed, clean pussy odour can do wonders for her relationship. All she has to do is let him find what he’s looking, err, sniffing for. His inner beast will take care of the rest. He’ll love her longer. He’ll be drawn to her and no other.
*spits out tea and laughs*
Well, that last bit sounded great. God, I wish I wrote like that all the time. If I didn’t write it myself I’d have to start believing that all it took to keep a man satisfied was to let him walk around with his nose up a girl’s skirt. What a funny picture that would make.
The fact is, love and loyalty are made up of many things. Odour is only a part of a much bigger intimacy story. Wedging his face into your crack won’t guarantee anything of his loyalty. It’s a wonderful kink, yes, exclusivity, no. That comes from several areas, not just this one.
Hold up.
There is some truth to the discussion behind the smelly pussy discussion I started at the top of the page. There is indeed a primal link between odours in the bedroom and human attraction. We may be civil creatures on the outside but humans are still animals at their core. A randy cock produces an odour of its own. During the most fertile days of the month, a pussy produces a special smell too. As civil beings, we delay instinct, cultivate it, and wait for another set of conditions to be right before coitus takes place. In between times, we hide our smells under perfumes and frequent bathing regimes. Our signals get crossed and fouled. Self-imposed sexual repression has a lot to answer for.
I wrote a book that contains a young couple who loved by instinct alone. It’s adult fiction but it goes to some pretty dark (and sexy) places along the way. This excerpt is a lightweight section where the protagonist is making out with the daughter of a woman he once dated during his teens. It turns out the daughter smells very similar to her mother and it’s causing flashbacks to interfere with their intimacy:
Her vagina’s sweet odour was the essence of Nina. Yes, it connected her lover to her uniquely. Without it, he would've loved this young woman once and left. This was something more. It stirred the animal inside him to keep him returning. She smelled almost exactly the same as her mother. The similarity was uncanny. It brought him back to those happy teenage memories.
And Natasha loved his forcefulness too. Too much was never enough. Every squinch she gave in her tight pussy told Mitchell through his cock that he was doing well, fucking the right woman, that one perfect lover of his past. She yowled with delight. When he roughly twisted her around, she gasped for predictable breaths. It was everything her mother enjoyed — everything he enjoyed in her mother.
He took her against walls, mattresses, shower recesses, trees, and window panes — always pinned her down and drove her hard. Her mother liked good, strong action. It always sent her over the edge. Natasha wasn’t as experienced, but her pussy knew what it liked. When it did, it wrenched his shaft and leaked juice around it. She’d given up stifling her moans by their third encounter.
“Dammit, fuckin’ let it out girl,” he demanded, pulling her hands away from her mouth and pushing them tightly to the bed. “It’s your orgasm, own it.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing? I’ve had your pussy on my face. I’ve come on it. Your body has been pressed against the glass, and we let those people in the high-rise opposite watch while I did you from behind. Now you’re embarrassed about a moan or two in front of me, in private?”
“But—”
“Don’t even think about justifying not doing it, just do it! Let the damn sounds out. My job is to hump you and yours is to take it. If you don’t make any pleasurable sounds then I’ll assume you hate what I’m doing and I'll have to stop. Uncover your mouth, so I know what’s going on inside you, or I’ll zip-tie your fucking hands behind your back until you do.”
That was all that was needed for her pussy to clamp down again. Just like her mother, the thought of being tied up wasn’t as frightening as it should've been. Rather than deterring her, it caused a pleasurable stir instead.
The zip-ties were brought out and her quiet moans blossomed into full-bodied screams. The little girl grew fast, and it didn’t take her long to make demands of her own. She’d use road trips to make her move on him.
“I’m horny now baby. I can’t wait. I’m going to take my panties off and suck you.”
[Taken from the sequel to SEETHINGS.]