Aroma of Romance
When the warm feeling of her touch and body envelopes you, your thoughts drift ahead, the anticipation sending shivers through your brain as you eagerly await something you crave more than any other experience you've ever known. You peek up, spot her gentle features, her round face with its pointy chin and a comforting, passionate smile, revealing two glorious, ample mounds crowned by twin pink peaks fastened with sparkling metal, making her round, magical cleavage look just like the snow-covered tops and rolling slopes of two enormous mountains. You spot her torso rising above you, her breasts dangling freely from her chest, her soft face framed by cascading red-gold hair, her radiant hazel eyes... And you fall in love, suddenly, all over again.
Yet perhaps the tidal waves of affection - and arousal - consuming your senses are instead the outcome of the fragrance reaching your nostrils, for, as you observe her straddling you, you also witness the fleshy expanse of her astounding core moving into position at the focal point of your gaze. You almost smirk as you observe her hairless form glide across your face, her position and excitement working in unison to expand her boundaries, allowing you a clear view of her entrance, the hidden dark entryway at her center. The source of all your fondness, your passion, your longing... And your ideas.
You can do nothing more than gape and inhale as she adopts her position above your face, her alluring scent shimmering through your entire being, firing up your nerves, sparking electric impulses through your muscles, and, most notably of all, prompting your taut, erect flesh to throb lustfully, releasing new droplets of lubricating pre-cum into your navel. Her aroma is as intimate as ever, yet just as captivating and sexually enticing as it felt the first time you sensed it. Potent and powerful, it has a hint of something distinctively hers within a layer of wetness and female arousal, a minute scent pattern blended with the horny lubrication of her vagina you could probably identify amidst a pack of exposed vulvas.
You can recollect the first time you discovered this; her arousal, her most sacred, most vulnerable secretion, an exclusive, effervescent nectar created solely for your benefit, for your joy, for your delight. It happened at the cinema on your third date, this date marking the first when you didn't face one another and the first since you shared your wishes through steamy conversations on the dating app you had connected through. You can recall the embarrassment you experienced when you shared your desires; only for her loving - indeed, her nurturing - persona to ease your discomfort, shortly before she told you about hers. As if she was made to suit your preferences like a glove to a hand, you remember the excitement you felt when discovering her kinks; receiving oral, edging, and... Dominance.
At initially, you were astonished when you found out that the affectionate, caring girl - the girl most men would imagine punishing, forcing on their knees or bending over their beds - gracefully transformed into a stunning, sympathetic mistress in the bedroom, grabbing control, compelling you to obey, and employing you to edge herself until she...
The admission of your submissive cravings immediately followed hers, creating an unspoken bond between you, and on your next date to the movies, she initiated her dominating move, reaching her hand across the seat to clutch your bulging manhood, her hand stroking your thick tip playfully, skirting the margins between lecherous, persistent play and teasing, shallow strokes.
Yet it took off when, her hand abstaining from your erect nib, she seized yours with her own and guided it to her crotch, secretly shifting in her seat to enable your fingers entry to her life, where unyielding heat and amazing dampness encountered your touch instantly. You had no idea what colour panties she wore, but you remembered picturing them as light blue, the hue fitting perfectly with the dark stain you fancied appearing under your caresses and between her two openings.
The hand left, removed yours from her love cave, and, just as you had started to muse if she had finished - possibly on the verge of climaxing and hesitating due to the likely note-giving sounds - her other hand entered, her thumb stretching the waist of her tights and sliding them away, allowing your digits to find their way onto her bare skin.
You were grateful that she withdrew her hand from under her clothes, permitting your fingers to slide into her most intimate region. Moments later, you felt her wetness envelop your fingers, an incredible feeling of warmth and softness, followed by her muscles contracting around your digits. You were now inside her.
For the next twenty minutes, she used your fingers to pleasure herself, swaying her hips in her seat, never taking her eyes off the screen. The entire time, your pants were so tense they could have been moved by a single, erratic movement. Your submissive nature kept you from acting on your desires, and instead you stayed hard, probing her through her tights.
As the movie approached its finale, she removed your hand from her heated flesh. You wondered what you'd do with the wetness on your fingers when she unexpectedly swiveled her head to your side.
'Inhale my scent,' she whispered, as if it was a command. She guided your hand towards her crotch. Reluctant due to the public setting, you hesitated, but a natural urge overpowered your doubts and you breathed in deeply. Immediately, an intense rush of carnal energy flooded your body, causing your heart to pound, nerves to tingle and your cock to swell uncomfortably. She could feel her face brush against yours as she glanced at you with what seemed to be a satisfied smile.
'Good boy,' she whispered again.
She rotated your face towards her and captured your lips in a leisurely kiss while continuing to play with your semi-rigid penis. It took less than a minute of her tender strokes and her lips suavely pursed, it was her scent that sent you over the edge. You inhaled deeply, the aroma making your penis spasm involuntarily. However, her lips silenced any sound you could have made, forcing you to concentrate on the moment.
Within a minute, you were at the point of orgasm, but it was the scent of her arousal that pushed you over. You lifted your fingers towards your face and inhaled deeply, but you didn't care. Despite the embarrassing situation, she was a divine, perfect goddess, leaving you no choice but to obey her every whim. Her own raw desire merged with yours to make you powerless, and she was already your unwavering ruler. Just as you came, her fingers flicked against the underside of your penis, making you twitch uncontrollably, but her kiss swallowed up any noise you may have made.
Having finished the movie, you left the cinema early with her, clutching her bag in front of your damp crotch. You spent the evening together, attending to your mess and even cooking food.
By that night, you were completely infatuated, entirely submerged in a torrent of love.
On your sofa, her eyebrow raised and beckoning you, she asked if you wanted to "go to bed" with her. Hardly able to say 'no' to such a beautiful woman and unable to withstand her regal grip on you, you agreed. Five minutes later, you were lying naked and erect on your bed, eagerly watching the fairy-tale creature that appeared before you.
She was slightly taller than most females, possibly five inches taller than average. Slender with a curvaceous figure, her torso was straight as a cylinder. Her hips had a curvaceous form, and there was a tiny beam of light penetrating the space between her thighs and the hairless, smooth core you had touched with your fingers a while back. Two large bosoms hung from her chest like two beautiful, teardrop shapes, round and pointed, concluding in two thick, cylindrical nipples that each bore a simple metal piercing. Brown freckles decorated her flawless body, and a waterfall of red, brown, and gold poured like enchanting water from her head, her hair unknotted, illuminating her skin. Her face was a painting worth millions; her soft features still exhibited her accentuating makeup, which had been applied skillfully and lightly, highlighting her eyes and lips rather than concealing their natural aspect. Her hazel eyes looked three times larger than you remembered them to be, and they exhibited emotion like words in a text. She was uncertain, hesitant, and eager to meet your approval, your needs, your arousal - yet she was also excited, powerful, and as aroused, if not more, than you, offering no room for doubt or hesitation, compelling her to act according to a well-rehearsed script.
"Hey," you sighed weakly. She smiled and moved her body back and forth. You noticed a tattoo under each breast - one of a diamond beneath her right breast, one of a heart beneath her left.
"What do you think?" she asked softly, tentatively raising her chest a bit and sliding her hand along her side. It appeared as if, after being naked, horny, and in your bedroom, standing in front of your own naked, desiring body, she had gotten cold feet - considering the circumstances were still merely on the third date.
"You're... perfect," you panted, meaning more than you could describe with those two words.
Her grin spread slowly across her face as she saw that you were sincere and intent. Her eyes sparkled, emanating emotions like words on a screen. You can't place how, but the smile made her even more alluring - and a bit shockingly, your penis showed its approval, raising slightly as it throbbed. The sight of it aroused something within her, and she became extremely animated, suddenly mounting you, her legs tightly wrapped around your sweat-stained skin, her breasts framing her face as she stretched over you, her body intense, stunning, flawless.
And then "it" came into view, inching upward as she assumed her position. She wasn't a fool - and it seemed she genuinely cared about fulfilling your deepest desires, for she had incorporated all your preferences. She had teased you, controlled your desires and reactions, showed you her intentions and her capabilities - and now she was about to fulfill your dreams, satisfying your every wish at once.
Your heartbeat quickened in anticipation, leaking lubricating pre-cum as you watched her approach. A smaller phrase that means "she was no moron" wouldn't quite capture her intelligence - and it seemed she genuinely cared about giving you what you desired, for she had taken every one of your fantasies into consideration. She had dominated you, directed your actions and reactions, taunted you while also familiarizing you with her scent, made you submit to her, and now she was about to reward you, fulfilling all your wildest dreams at once.
Your erect penis pulsated in anticipation, uncontrollably secreting lubricating pre-cum as you observed her approach, a powerful surge of pleasure welling up inside you. You could see her nearing you, the darker flesh of her belly button a blur under your field of view as she crossed the distance. Already, her scent overwhelmed you, as enchanting and intense as it had been in the cinema, but ten times more potent. She carried the scent of a magical sea, wet and pungent, foaming when it met the open air, gushing from a hidden spring, carrying with it the taste of forests, deserts, rivers, and streams. Her very pussy seemed to embody her name by communicating through her musk, as if it was a code or a trigger for her sensuality.
"Oh my god..." You gasped strongly as she came into view, glistening with wetness, her lips parted, allowing you to see beyond her entrance, deep into her tighter, inner opening. Her hood had receded, unveiling the edge of her rosebud, a small, perfect pink pearl in her shell, silently asking for your attention, like a button to her essence, a purely sexual switch.
She was captivating. She was all you could perceive, all you could see, all you could imagine. Her ethereal pussy flooded your senses, forcing you to focus all of your attention on her and not deviate for a moment.
You wanted nothing more than to give in to it.
"Alright, so let's do this." She replied resolutely. "So just hold these hands steady, grip on tight, and lick me until I orgasm in your mouth." And as she spoke, she lowered herself, placing her moist folds onto your face with a gentle but firm force, pressing her wet folds into your mouth.
Instantly, you were enveloped in heaven. Initially taken aback, you quickly came around to your new environment. There was a peculiar sense of tranquillity here - a bit like being underwater. Warm, snug pressure encompassed you, sealing off the outside world, her legs hugging your head. Sounds reached you muffled, filtered through the quiver of her muscles and beat of her heart, as if her body were the medium through which you existed. Her body pressed against your lips, firm yet not crushing, warm yet not burning, intense yet not overwhelming. She was all you could smell, all you could see, her torso bending above your line of sight, filling it with her gorgeous body despite your eyes remaining uncovered. You had never felt so securely enclosed... Or more desperately horny.
You climaxed within a minute of her touch, soon after your tongue slipped between her lips, her body locked to your face, her ass gripped by your hands, one tight round globe clasped by each hand. You sensed the hot spurts before realising your neglected penis was spasming in ejaculation, spilling onto your stomach, but you didn't care. Cumming for her in this position was about as common as a guy's fantasy of sleeping with a celebrity or pornstar: he might prefer a certain orifice, but he wouldn't complain about the act itself. Even in this fantastic dreamworld between her legs, you wouldn't go so far to fault it. It was unfathomable, indescribable, miraculous - yet there you were, bringing your deepest earthly desires to life.
What followed was half an hour of the most astonishing oral sex you had ever delivered. In this time, you swiftly adapted to the act and explored her body, discovering and then exploiting her erogenous spots, learning how best to separate her lips with your lips before thrusting your tongue deep inside to graze against her tight little inner hole. By the time your techniques had earn'd her a climax, you were hard again, the drying mess on your stomach close to being doubled by another eruption.
"I'm... I'm, fuck, I'm about to... I'm about to..." she panted through jagged gasps, her back tense, both hands gripping the head rest, her breasts swaying back and forth as she rode your face, stooped over you, face glaring down at you but eyes tightly shut in a perpetual expression of pleasure. "Holy shit, I'm going to... I'm going to..."
You sensed it approaching a split-second before she did. It began in her thighs, a tense reaction causing them to wrap around your head, bringing you closer. Recognising her climax approaching, you thrust upward, meeting her as she jerked upwards, her legs forcing her body to shift as she peaked.
It was that vigilance to her, that refusal to let her climax creep by that triggered her orgasm to become an explosion instead of a collapse. There was a sharp inhalation, a stiff pull, a quickening pulse between her legs - and then she was biting back her screams as she shook, throbbed, vibrated atop you, her body like a fingered string, bucking between your lips as if you were a powerful ride designed to bring female pleasure. A moment after her vagina seemed to clamp around you, you felt it - a warm wetness, silkier and more abundant than her arousal, trickling into your mouth.
She was gushing. Or, at least, flowing - a lovely, slightly sticky female ejaculate that tasted like water from the source of life itself.
You would have laughed had you been capable - but, intertwined with her vagina as you were, all you could do was hold her tighter, becoming fixed to her opening as she came, determined to consume as much as her impeccably exquisite body would give you.
Five minutes later, covered in sweat, trembling, gasping, and exhausted, she slowly released herself from you, her skin peeling away from yours as if your two bodies didn't want to follow their orders, leaving your face naked and chilly. You gasped for breath, mouth doused in her wetness, the pillow around your head drenched. She plonked herself on your chest, still quivering, not even bothering to wipe away her vagina or shield you from it, pressing it into your chest. She slid breathlessly atop you, breasts dropping onto your face, two wonderfully warm and dry down cushions, simply clinging to you as she sailed down from the heavens. It might not have been her vagina, but lying between her breasts, held by the blissful confines of her body, confined by her limbs on all sides, was just as comforting, gratifying, and intimate, and almost as erotic
Finally, she eased off you, revealing your less-than-desired manhood, coated in semen and lying defenselessly in a pool of its own creation on your chest, deliberately throbbing in anticipation for its impending duty. With a gentle apology radiating from her expressions, she gently touched it, making eye contact with you.
"I am truly sorry," she expressed, knowing full well that the slightest draft could trigger a mighty gush or a catastrophic rip. You simply comprehended, acquitted already of any transgressions before she could even voice them.
"But...", she went on, a coy smile gleaming at her lips, "that doesn't exclusively suggest I can't administer another erotic service for you!"
Without hesitation or doubt, she encircled you in her hand, picked you up, and risen to an upright position, her ample breasts gently grazing the bedsheets and her bottom jutting upward, as if two gigantic spheres. With her lips planted on your crown, she effortlessly tucked your broad girth between them, sucked effortlessly, hardly missing a beat despite her lack of expertise in this field. She gradually honed in on a pace which meshed seamlessly with her hand's motions, tantalizing you as you started to swell, intensify, and stretch up into her mouth. Although it took her a moment catch on, you didn't mind - her tender, considerate, affectionate, arousing techniques took your breath away, and don't mention the exquisite eroticism preceding the grand finale you experienced entirely due to her oral talents. You loosen your back and let your eyelids flutter as you billow, dilate, and plunge deeper into her mouth - and ejaculate.
Four months have passed since this occurrence. Her visits became weekly, typically several nights a week since then. She has joined you in cooking and cleaning, relishing the same flicks as you two, discussing her job and workmates, perusing in the books she's been immersed in, deliberating on the daily happenings across the world. She performs sexual acts with you, granting the kind, nurturing dominance that suits your distinct needs perfectly. You don't enjoy carnal intercourse every day - and on certain nights, a basic missionary arrangement is satisfactory for you both, sometimes attempting various other positions. However, you could always count on ending a miserable workday or draining week with her divine, relaxing, luscious physique gently engulfing your face, mouth engulfing you, enveloping you in her flawless form, inspiring you to drown in her while tongue-kissing her.
At times, she mocks you, having you stimulate her and leaving her scent on your fingertips, or scooping out a dollop of her juices and reciting it to you, smearing some on your lips to ignite her veil on your nose, clocking you into a ceaseless spiral of increasing arousal and diminishing self-control. On other instances, she is a tender, mutual lover, making room for you below as she strokes you during a shared orally pleasurable 69 or leaning back to stroke you in the midst of her thrusts.
She showcases no dearth of talent, creativity, or grandiosity. She's divine. She has the scent and taste of perfection, feelings of sensuality and softness.
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