What does pussy smell like? Musky? Sweet? Fishy?-whatever the smell, I have rarely experienced a feminine aroma that smelled overtly bad. Many people say they all smell different, and it's been my experience that this is indeed the case.
Sure, there are similarities like the dominant "musk" that so many people describe, but like fine whiskey, each one is different. Each woman and girl has their own unique scent, and whatever it may be, it's always animal; its carnal and primitive, the essence of a person's sexuality.
These scents are normally hidden, washed by soap, covered by clothes and perfumes, so we act like they don't exist, but they're there. Humans are animals after all, and no amount of puritan pretending can change that fact.
Underneath the clothes and underneath the social mores and rules, we are all animals. Vaginas have scents. They're wet, and slimy, and they smell-exuding evidence of human nature, of the animalistic instinct for sex that we're not supposed to have.
This uncontrollable exposure of the forbidden has always fascinated me. Perhaps it has liberated me from my own social confines, exposed my own animal nature. Certainly, it arouses me.
I guess you could say I have a scent fetish. I enjoy the carnal scents our bodies produce-not only from pussy-but sweat, and hair, skin, breath, ass...I enjoy it because it's animal, because it's sexual-so central to who we are, but something that has become so private.
This fetish has manifested itself in various ways throughout the years, from an interest in panties, to an exaggerated love for cunnilingus. Facesitting is a particular favorite. Scent is something I always fantasize about in those people whom I'm attracted to.
It was always a fantasy, and on the odd occasion where I actually get to pursue an interest, a treat, but over the summer something changed, and my fantasies about the animalistic nature of humans were brought to life in a very literal way.
This is my story of what happened.
I have a friend, Alice, who's a bit of an interesting person. I've known her since middle school, and she's always been a little bit "out there," so to speak. A spiritual person, Alice is the type to have sage smudges and talks of reading auras, cosmic vibrations, and zodiac signs.
It's all rubbish in my opinion, or was, I guess. Whenever Alice would talk about "this being in retrograde," or "the Goddess" that, I would roll my eyes, but she's my friend so I put up with her hippy-dippy side. At any rate, she makes for good conversations.
And it was one of these good conversations that led to my fantasies becoming reality. It was a summer night, sometime in July I think. A good night: it was hot, and the sun was high despite the late hour. I think it was a full moon.
Alice and I had been hanging out all day, relaxing, drinking, spending the summer like it's meant to be spent. As the sun began to descend, we made our way to a local creek. It's a wooded area, a place where kids go to hang out, and we were no different.
We brought a few beers, sat on a tree stump and started chatting. That's how it normally goes, and that's how it went, except somewhere along the line we started talking about animals, and humans, and how humans are animals.
Internally, I know we were on two separate tracks. Alice was thinking of materialism, and the excesses of human society, and I was thinking of the sexual side of things, but we shared a sentiment in our conversation, and we both got passionate about what we were saying.
We were several beers in when Alice jumped.
"Let's go!" she said enthusiastically, "look at the night! It's great out, let's go. I'll make you an animal!"
She was being her typical weird self, egging me on to join her on a trek through the woods. Jolly from the alcohol in my system, I laughed and went along with her. It was kind of a mystical night. As the sun set and the sky turned indigo in twilight, we made our way to a clearing in the wood.
It was a meadow with a firepit in the middle. We'd always have bonfires there when there were more people, but tonight it was just us. I sat on a log by the pit, but Alice was still active.
"Come on," she said, wandering off to gather twigs and brush, "help me get a fire going."
"Okay," I said and jumped up to help.
We piled on our fuel and flicked a Zippo to the kindling. Soon enough we had quite a fire going. It was dark by then, and the moon was out. Alice was still on about being animals or whatever, and howled looking up at the moon.
I laughed, but she seemed more serious, more in the moment.
"Let's do a ritual, come on. The energy is so good right now." She stood up and removed her shirt.
I was a bit taken aback, but not surprised. Alice had never been shy about her body, and we were pretty comfortable around each other-I'd certainly seen her naked before, but the suddenness of her disrobal was a shock. She was full of energy, and antsy to do something. Again I went along with her.
"Come on!" she urged again, as she unclipped her bra, letting her breasts hang loose.
I got up slowly, not exactly feeling like doing some sort of ritual but going along with it anyways, and removed my shirt.
Alice smiled and pulled off her shorts and underwear in one go.
I feel like I should mention here that Alice and I are not in a sexual relationship. We tried; a few years ago before we were really good friends we briefly went out. We never actually fucked, but we did plenty else, and eventually decided that's not how we felt about each other.
Don't get me wrong, she's very pretty. I can still tell that today. I could certainly still tell when she was naked in front of me (as a red-blooded male I still admired the shape of her form), but our affection for each other is platonic.
I joined her in her nakedness and stood by the warmth of the fire while she howled again. She knelt down and grabbed some ash from the fire.
"Come here," she said, motioning me towards her.
She held the ash on her middle finger and grabbed me when I reached her. She looked up at me and smiled, making marks on my face with it.
