The Past Smells of Men
The sense of smell is an amazing thing. I have always known it is one of my strongest senses and on occasions, where men are concerned, it has overridden my moral judgement. I believe some perfumes/colognes are laced with artificial pheromones which could be a reason for choosing to wear them. Personally I think there is nothing like the natural smell of a clean guy. Everybody has their own unique odour, which is masked by perfumes. Often it will be sometime before you actually know what your new lover really smells like.
Growing up in the south of the UK everyone seemed to wear perfumes. I got to like certain male colognes more than others and felt very grownup when I found a suitable perfume for myself. In the North it was a different matter. The guys didn’t seem to feel the need to hide their natural aroma. On two occasions in the past, smells of men have had quite a startling effect on me – no cologne needed.
The first time I remember this happening was when I had just began University. A few weeks into my course I was part of a small group of students who began meeting together to socialise. I knew one of the guys, Nate, had a bit of a crush on me. He was from Newcastle and a couple of years younger. On initial outings I did not particularly find him attractive – although we got on well enough. I actually lived with my boyfriend, Vic. We had practically grown up together and started dating a few years earlier. It was love; I certainly did not want to cheat on him.
Before the union social one evening I was in the library finishing an assignment. Suddenly I became aware of a presence behind me, highlighted by an extremely attractive manly smell. I felt hands on my shoulders and my body tingled. Turning I saw Nate standing there in a crisp clean white shirt and faded jeans. I suddenly noticed what an appealing smile he had and how his jeans showed off his taut bum.
That was it – later that evening – as we made out – I told him I would not leave my boyfriend so we should just enjoy the moment. I didn’t know if I would actually take it further than that first night’s kiss and grope. I mean how could I? Wasn’t I in love? The trouble was each time Nate came near me his odour would literally leave me senseless.
Now the fact that my judgment disappeared upon smelling him is not as curious as you may think. Going way back in time –
the sense of smell was a defense mechanism that for our own safety would bypass the cerebral cortex.
Meaning you would act on the smell not your reasoning.
It wasn’t long before he asked me to spend the night with him. My hormones were already in his bed but I decided to ring my boyfriend and ask him to finish work early that night so we could spend some time together – he worked nights. He replied it wasn’t possible. I went back to Nate’s room – smelled his smell – and began to undress.
I was such a complete babe in those days that it didn’t surprise me that he was already hard as he took his jeans off. The revelation was the size of his erection! My, oh my, I stared at it – mouth gaping – with the knowledge I would have to open really wide to fit it there. It was reminiscent of the cocks in the old style porn movies my mates and I managed to get hold of as teenagers. He was to be my fourth lover, and was relatively inexperienced, but when he began to insert his huge organ into cunt I had to gasp. The girth of it was extraordinary. We fucked for a few hours and slept. Waking, we begin all over again.
I arrived back to my flat the next day before my boyfriend. I could smell Nate all over me so promptly bathed and doused myself with my usual perfume. When Vic came home he slept, having worked all night. When he rose I couldn’t look him in the face. Nate and I continued fucking each other for a few months. Once the novelty of his smell and large penis had worn off I told him it was over. He followed me around like a lost puppy for quite some time.
It was also over for my boyfriend and me. My actions had ruined it – crushed the innocence of first love. I ended it without an explanation and still loving him. I didn’t have a choice, he deserved better. We remained friends and years later I told him what I had done. He asked me why but knew that youth and hormones had a lot to do with it. It had simply been Nate’s smell, I couldn’t resist it…
Smells of men.
The second time the natural, sweet, fresh, sweat – smell of a man caught me was about five years later. This was a strange time in my life as I put serial monogamy aside to explore my life. I have started another blog especially to depict that time – go take a look. It’s up and running now and will be buttressed by dairies I wrote at the time.
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