[MF] Kylie smells good. (Olfactophilia)

When I was 22, I knew a girl named Kylie who was 19. I wanna share something with you guys. It’s the single best day I’ve ever had, one that I’ve replayed every day of my life and probably always will. This is long, I hope you enjoy it.

I live alone with my fat cat Max. He’s a good boy. A long stretch and a light growl woke me up that Sunday afternoon following a late night of playing music. I woke up hungry. That never happens. That hunger pulled me out of bed, dressed me in a hurry and sent me on my way to a little bakery up the block. I wanna take a moment to thank my stomach for taking me to that bakery, for setting me up to run into Kylie.

“As I was walking down Rubadub Square!” The beginning to a favorite tune faded away as I took out my headphones and stepped around the corner, spotting her leaned against the outside wall of the bakery. *smile*

“Hey! I just texted you!” She said, pocketing her phone and walking my way. Goddamn, she was beautiful. Imagine 5’6″, 120 lbs and solid. She has shoulder-length brown hair tucked into an oversized beanie, an uneven amount of earrings in each cute little ear, and style. Her hazel eyes beamed with the sun in my view, her smile stretched up one side of her face and barely faded when she spoke.

“What’re you doing outside your dungeon?” She asked, looking up with a smirk through that hair hanging over the left side of that sweet face.

“I must eat. I woke up so hungry I didn’t even put on my belt. Shit! I left my cigarettes at home, too.”

“Aww, I just put one out. Buy me a coffee and I’ll bum you one… two?”

Deal of the century. Danish of the century. I was so hungry I ate half of it before we finished paying and stepped back outside. Her soft lips held two smokes lit, she handed me one with a wink.

“So, what’d you do last night? I texted YOU too, no reply.” I asked, nudging her knee as we sat on the sidewalk, backs against the sunlit wall.

“OH, I was camping. Dude, we were up all night until the sun came up. We were smoking by the river and just said ‘Fuck it’ let’s camp out. I mean, we didn’t really camp, no sleep happened. We kinda hiked all night… That’s why I smell like a hobo.” She wafted her hoodie towards me and giggled, her feet turning into each other wrapped in Chuck Taylors, no socks.

I was supposed to wince, turn away, say something like “Oh man! You reek!” And scoot away playfully. But, I didnt. This is where I’m different. I love that smell. It’s more than love, really. It’s something primal for me. Girl BO is the most intoxicating scent on the planet. So, for a moment I was taken aback, a swarm of butterflies in my stomach and my nose at full awareness. I caught myself just as quick, instead I raised my eyebrows and said sarcastically “Ooh, sexy.”

“Fuck, you’re weird.” She giggled and stood up, ass passing just by my face. I’ll never forget that moment. I caught a whiff of her sweaty buttcrack. It was faint, but I could tell just how hard she’d hiked the night before. Don’t say I’m weird, I know I am. But, there’s weirder things out there. I fancy myself an animal this way.

She stopped quick and turned my way with finger guns pointing “What’re you doing now? Plans?”

“Just heading back home, I think. Why, what’s up?”

“Let’s smoke! I still have some of my girlfriend’s bud from last night. It’s legit! You have a pipe at home? Jesus, of course you do. I’m sorry! I’m still tired… cha think?”

“I’m down. Hell yeah.”

We walked down the street to the turn towards my place when we stopped at the corner just in time for the wind to whip around us, her hair blowing up and leaves dancing in circles.

“Jesus, I DO stink.” She said, raising her hoodie up and smelling inside. “I smell like campfire and ASS!” She exclaimed, jogging ahead of me a few paces.

I wanna make something clear. Kylie is not a dirty girl. She’s very clean, she takes care of herself. Her nails are clean, her hair soft and conditioned and her teeth are immaculate. She doesn’t wear perfume, however, and on this day she was exceptionally natural.

Inside my place where she’d been a hundred times before, she kicked her shoes off and sauntered to my bedroom. I noticed trace little footprints on the tile flooring, sweaty little outlines leading to the bed where she flopped down and started flicking her phone. I followed, sat at my desk and whipped around, giving her her own finger guns back, I asked “Weed?”

“Oh, of course.” She sat up and leaned over to reach into the back pocket of her jeans. “Check it out first. It smells amazing!”

I did. It did. I started to grind it up and said “Is that the weed or your feet I smell?”

“Haha, fuck you! They’re not that bad!” She picked up one foot and brought it to her nose, sniffed curiously, and grinned.

I could smell her feet. And no, it wasn’t bad. They weren’t rotten, not cheesey. Just… musty. They were intoxicating. By this time my room was a cloud of weed, campfire, cute feet, a slight hint of her armpits and an even slighter hint of her ass. Honestly, if I could make incense of it, I’d burn it every day.

Stoned and fed, she laid back down with her feet crossed and dangling off the bed.

“So how was your hike, anyway? You hiked in Chucks?”

“Yeah, it was rough. Caught the sunrise from the peak, though. That was epic. My feet hurt though. Definitely should have worn boots.”

I was just high enough to feel adventurous. My chair had wheels. I used those wheels to skate over to her, catching her feet in my lap and I just started rubbing them.

“Ohhhh, ohhhh shiiiiit. That’s good.” She moaned through a nervous smile. The rest of her tight body melted into my comforter as I squished her greasy toes between my fingers. I dug deeper, her hands found their way to the dips in her hips where she scratched lightly, softly moaning again, half in pain, half in released pleasure.

“You’re… really good at that.” She said, eyes closed and lower back arched off the bed. Her tummy peaked out from below her hoodie pocket, fuzzy and firm.

I thought to myself “Who ARE you right now? This is amazing. Her feet are so soft. She’s loving this.” Just then, my phone went off on the desk. Like a dummy, I dropped her feet and swung back around to check it. I read the message, nothing important but as I held my ohone, I smelled deep on my hands. Fuck. I’ll never forget that smell.

I looked back over at her and she was frozen… or melted? The same expression on her face of agony/ecstacy but she was staring right at me. A different look in her eyes from before. Though still curious and playful, her eyes held a certain determination. A plan danced across her face as she bit her lower lip and eased up on one elbow.

“Were you just sniffing your hands?” She asked with the tiniest smirk.

Motherfucker. I just got my weird ass caught being fucking weird. And now, whatever smooth, suave image I’d created was shattered into a million weird foot fetish pieces. Don’t wanna say that I panicked, but I kinda did. I just went full honesty mode.

“Uh… yeah, I was.”

“Why?” She asked, the smirk barely growing.

“Because… Your feet smell good. You smell good. All of you smells good and I was feeling it.”

Her eyes widened and she sat up further. She brought her knees to her chest and hugged her shins. The kind of clamming up a girl does before she says “I’m gonna go.” But she didn’t. Instead, she said

“I stink. I reek, actually. And you think I smell good?”

“I do. I… I prefer it, actually.”

“Hahaha, you’re fucking weird! It’s cute though. I mean, you’re cute. If you think I smell good that’s cool with me. I was gonna go home to shower but we can keep hanging out. If you want to?”

“Hell yeah.” I’d skated back over and helped myself to her feet again. This time, however she was watching me.

“Do you wanna smell them?” She asked, I assume half joking.

“Yeah” I said, lifting them up to my nose and breathing in. I expected her to giggle and pull away, instead she leaned back a bit and actually spread her toes. Then her legs a bit. I caught another subtle whiff of her tight little butt.

“What else do you wanna smell?” She asked noticeably nervous but obviously turned on.

I said “Is this happening right now? Are you into this?”

She says “I don’t know what the fuck this is but, yes. I’m into this.”

I don’t know what came over me. I mean, actually, yes I do. I felt like a caveman. Like an animal. What happened next was the greatest sexual encounter of my young adult life.

I nearly tackled her. Kissing and nibbling her neck, breathing deep just behind her ear. She smelled so sweet and so real. My hands traveled up her legs to find her belt buckle. I gripped hard and pulled her whole body down a few inches, lifting her jeans and wafting more scents up.

“Oh, fuck!” She whimpered as she reached with her lips to find mine. We kissed hard, our hands still exploring. I grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head, my other hand lifting her hoodie to cover her face.

I raised her coat slowly to reveal her firm stomach, two soft breasts with stiff nipples bright pink. I buried my face in her armpit, licking and chewing a little. She smelled so amazing. She giggled and moaned as I alternated making out with her armpits and twisting her hard little nipples.

“Mmmmm” she growled and shoved me away. She sat me up and pushed me aside to fall on my back. She absolutely ripped my pants down and my cock sprang straight up where she caught it with one hand and began massaging. Not tugging, not stroking, massaging like I’d done with her feet. She used her other hand to undo her belt and shimmy out of her jeans, never letting go of my dick, never breaking eye contact.

I tensed to stretch and relaxed back, my eyes finding the way to the back of my skull with each squeeze and squish. At that very moment, I learned something new about Kylie. She was a talker.

“You want me to suck your dick?” She said it like she was asking permission, licking her lips and looking back and forth from my eyes to my cock. I didn’t answer before she’d liked soft a few times and then took it in.

She wasn’t sucking my dick, she was making out with it. Licking hard and stroking, light graze with her teeth, a giggle, and another hard suck. *POP* as she pulled it out, dripping with spit.

I was in another world. Light headed, ecstacy and confusion, bliss and revel when I felt the bed jiggle. She was backing up toward me, my cock still her main focus. I looked up to see the most perfect little slit, glistening with sweat and girlcum. And her ass, a tight hillside wuth a sweet, pink button in the middle. I could smell it. Her ass, barely her pussy. I could smell it. I’ll never forget salivating as I saw it bouncing before me.

“Can you smell that?” She asked. She was so into it. It’s as if she was destined to fulfill someone’s fantasy and she chose me. I didn’t answer, I just moaned as I reached out to touch.

She gripped my dick so hard I thought it’d pop “Mmmm. Don’t touch it, just smell. Smell that stinky little butt for me.”

I touched her asshole anyway. I brought my fingers up to my nose and sniffed. Back and forth, I rubbed her greasy asshole and her slimy pussy to bring my fingers to my nose and eventually, my mouth. I was like Whinnie the Pooh with a fresh jar of honey.

“Mmmm. You gonna cum in my mouth? You want my pussy in your mouth? Smell that asshole and cum in my mouth?”

I chose to answer in the form of a gesture. I grabbed just above her knees and pulled her ass onto my open mouth. My tongue was beating the absolute fuck out of her clit while I took deep breaths through my nose. Her tight asshole winked at me as I flicked her clit furiously with my tongue. The smell… Oh my God, the smell of her pussy as she was closer and closer to cumming. It got so rich, the goo was warmer and saltier.

I flexed my cock in her mouth each time she took it deep, arching her neck forward and tensing her butt cheeks. Each flexing wafted more and more scents into my nose. I gripped tight on her thighs, I was gonna cum.

I said “NOW NOW NOW!” And she bucked down HARD thrusting her pussy into my mouth with so much force I left teeth marks. Her whole body froze and shivered as I pumped and shot the heaviest load of my life into her mouth. Beads of sweat were running down her back, arching over her ass and dripping onto my face, her pink asshole now red from being rubbed and the sweet smell of her ass seasoning my orgasm.

It was the strongest orgasm I can remember, it felt like she was sucking knotted ropes of cum from my chest through my dick. All at once, we both collapsed panting. Panting. Panting. Sleep.

We woke up a few hours later, stuck to each other and still sweating. Sat up across from eachother, her naked body red-marked and glowing. I lit two cigarettes and handed her one.

I said “Now what?”

She answered through a stretch and a yawn, “Umm. Food. Shower. Round two?”

“I’m down with food and round two. You don’t HAVE to shower.” I winked and softly laughed.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7aiqsb/mf_kylie_smells_good_olfactophilia