I walk inside the bathroom door, our bathroom door, in the home that we share together. We dreamt of owning a home together, and this door and this room belong to us. I head past the sink and the mirror and approach the toilet. I pull the front of my workout shorts down. I pull my cock out. I slowly pull my foreskin down. Seemingly out of nowhere, I am reminded of you.
The soft and warm, spring flower smell of your vulva drifts up like spires on medieval gothic churches to my nose. The olfactory essence of your femininity has become part of the way I smell. And I remember why this is so.
I think of the warm drops of sweat bubbling on your skin as our tongues dance and intertwine like soft Spring grass blowing in the wind on a sunny day. I think of the soft moans you make as I slowly thrust all the way in and out of you and you feel the head of my dick rub the inside of your body. I think of your pussy being such a rain forest that my balls are shiny from your juice. And I think of the way the smell of your womanhood will casually appear in my nose at random times during the day, while I daydream about us fucking. I think about the way you grab my face and look into my eyes as your body shudders from your orgasm and I pump all of my cum deep inside you.
And I know that my dick smells like your pussy. And I know your pussy smells like my dick. And I know that’s because we make our sweet, sweet love to each other so damn often. And I know that I love that we smell like each other. It’s so fucking intimate. I can’t think of anything much more intimate. And I know I love you more than anything I ever knew was possible.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gg8nek/ode_to_a_smell_mf