Smell is a really important thing for me, it is for most of us. Except the guy who lives downstairs who has no sense of smell. And an ex but he’s a twat so lets not think about him for too long. If the smell isn’t right it’s just not going to happen.
Smell isn’t necessarily a turn on for me but when it comes to setting the scene smell is important, I cannot get in the mood if it smells like a festival toilet on the hottest day of the year. Even if it’s just a scented candle it all adds to it. Unless it’s lavender, that might actually be worse than the festival toilet. But you know what smell I do love? Latex! I fucking love the smell of latex, which is funny because I don’t think I always did. That was a fetish that sort of came up and surprised me after a good few years in BDSM. I don’t know what it is, I can’t put my finger on it but the smell of a good latex garment is just something I love.
The other thing I love the smell of is my partner, after a long day and he’s a bit sweaty I could sit and sniff him all evening. And I have, you know back when I was allowed to get close. At best I might be able to stand downwind of him in the near future. Thankfully I live in the UK and we know a good breeze. He’s got this lovely musky smell that just makes me happy and a bit horny. It’s a smell that feels like home, even though we’ve not lived together for more than a couple of weeks yet. We used to leave a worn t-shirt at each others place all the time to help get us through the week, now it’s been so long that smell is a memory that I try and hold on to as tightly as I can.
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