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The scent of Sin She closes her eyes Her fingers Retracing his steps In the secluded darkness Of her empty bed The scent of sin Still lingers On her sheets The smell of him Clings to her skin As she traces Each trail of desire He etched onto her Her thighs bruised Every limb taut Her sex aching She inhales him Like a drug As her fingers Find the warmth Of her thighs Once again….  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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8/19/2020 12:14 pm |
Things linger in the air.
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Smell the scent of Arousal on her skin as I work my way down to the Source between her Legs, then Hungrily Devour her Juices as they Flow from her Wide-Open Sex 
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8/18/2020 12:11 pm |
Sweet scents
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The sense of smell will always delight and enthrall....
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Excellent choice, as usual
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8/18/2020 5:32 am |
The olfactory sense can be most evocative.
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ali Reliving great memories can be a pleasure  A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. George Bernard Shaw Jenny
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8/18/2020 4:25 am |
Usually about Wednesday I get the button down oxford shirt returned, that she picked off the bed post to drink coffee in sunday morning and took home with her because of the lingering, night before, remnants.
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8/18/2020 3:28 am |
Love it
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Tune for this post. ~Cranberries ~ Linger "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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