Yesterday I got to go to the local woodworking store and pick something out that I really wanted for Fathers Day. It was nice as I had been there a couple days prior and had seen a tool that would really be nice to add to my arsenal of turning tools.
I already knew where it was in the store and bee-lined to it and popped it in the bag. The fact they were having a rep-Fathers day Sale was icing on the cake.
A 1/4 inch bowl gouge is now ready to be put to use in the shop tomorrow.
What does this have to do with scent you may wonder.
I love her scent of arousal, after years of dealing with Sinus infections and yes smoking my sense of smell isn’t what it used to be but one thing I can always pick up on is her scent of arousal.
Sometimes it is faint, sometimes it fills the room and fills me with a maddening desire.
What I do know is that I like taking in that scent of hers anytime, anywhere.
We were in the bedroom at the end of a long day.
“Strip girl I told her.”
She listened like the good girl she is.
“Now I want you against the wall with your back against it and your legs spread.”
She moved there and immediately got into position.
My fingers lightly hovered over her slit.
It wasn’t long before I felt her moisture and her heady scent of desire filled the room and my senses.
I pulled out the new tool I had gotten that very morning.
“When I use this in the shop not only do I want to remember that it was you who got it for me as a gift but I want to remember you in other ways when I use it.”
“When I use this I want to breath in your scent like you are here with me. ”
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