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Do certain smells make you horny?

hanselthecaretaker

hanselthecaretaker

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I smell the inside of my beenie after I've been wearing it and it makes me want to lick kitty.

:confused:

:p
 
When I smell flannel, I am reminded of my ex and all the sex we used to have.
 
Smell of:

- pussy
- farm
- strip clubs
 
men are subconsciously aroused by the smell of sweat.

women are subconsciously around by the smell of urine (so faint that you don't even know you're smelling it).

me personally, the smell of chloroform does it to me every time. as soon as i get that rag wet and it starts heading towards her face, i'm ready for lovin.
 
actually most womens perfume does the opposite for me--makes me leave...

It gives me a headache and fills me with a dizzy aspirin lacking rage!

Its almost like walking into the front of one of those department stores (Mcraes,macys,etc...) with the perfume "dealers" very----disorienting
 
women are into the musk scent - its released right before a guy is about to sweat.

and victoria's secret "super sexy" or something like that kind of drives me wild. I get a whiff of it around campus and am like "need to fuck that"
 
Cinammon turns me on.

And the smell of a girls hair is arousing
 
My old lady used to use that Sweet Pea scented lotion from Bath and Body Works on her cooch after she shaved. So now everytime I smell Sweet Pea I get excited.
 
...there was a stripper that was dressed like a high school girl.....short plaid skirt ....shirt that tied in the boob area.....had a backpack on that has Odie(from Garfield in it)...while the image was hot.....it got hotter when she walked by and smelled like vanilla......


yep - cinnamon as well...



Indian Gardenia has to be tops on my list though
 
UA_Iron said:
women are into the musk scent - its released right before a guy is about to sweat.

and victoria's secret "super sexy" or something like that kind of drives me wild. I get a whiff of it around campus and am like "need to fuck that"
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...comes in a red glass bottle with silver cap - it's called "Very Sexy". I wear it and my boyfriend loves it. They make a man's version as well - and it smells yummy.
 
Certain Colognes, Dove Coconut Shower Gel, and hell.. just the smell of my Sweaty man is enough to get me horny!
 
The Shadow said:
...there was a stripper that was dressed like a high school girl.....short plaid skirt ....shirt that tied in the boob area.....had a backpack on that has Odie(from Garfield in it)...while the image was hot.....it got hotter when she walked by and smelled like vanilla......


yep - cinnamon as well...



Indian Gardenia has to be tops on my list though
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Dude :worried:
 
the-short-one said:
...comes in a red glass bottle with silver cap - it's called "Very Sexy". I wear it and my boyfriend loves it. They make a man's version as well - and it smells yummy.
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ahh cool. I've smelled the guys version - it smells good. I want to get it but I think it might be a little feminine of a smell. What do you think, short-one?
 
Frisky said:
.. just the smell of my Sweaty man is enough to get me horny!
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...the smell as the lust rises off of her skin like the vapors off of a hot desert sand in mid summer, confounding both my sense and senses, my vision blurred. When your lips first touch her and that flash of heat races accross her flesh, drips of salt confound the taste, but the scent of love building is the stuff of legend: it moves mountains...


Tiny fragments of it catch me off guard in the street, in shops where the mingling of a thousand scents rips through me as I franticly try to single out the one that reminds me of her pressed so tightly against me while my heart tears at my chest.. I cant see her.. I cant find her.. but damnit to hell i can SMELL HER.. feel her.. taste her... i am losing my tenuous grip on what is left of my sanity. Without her I am a dangerous man in an empty world.

In the market it's worst of all.. the fruits and musk of the mountains of herbs swirl about me as I cling to reality by a thread so damn fine.. i cant walk or talk or sleep.. she is always with me... the sounds of the hawkers in their stalls are drowned out by a total silence in my heart pierced by just the memory of her hard, erratic breathing.. breathing my name....

I look down past my tear stained shirt to see my hands covered in the sweet sticky flesh of a perfectly ripe mango that i have dug into and rent flesh from flesh... i lift my dripping hand to my mouth as tears of fire burn my cheeks... the shock of the sweetness rips me back into her arms in a dimly lit room where nothing in this world matters but to keep touching, tasting... to hold her scent forever.
 
UA_Iron said:
ahh cool. I've smelled the guys version - it smells good. I want to get it but I think it might be a little feminine of a smell. What do you think, short-one?
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It smells fantastic on a man. Don't worry - you won't smell feminine. I guarantee that if you go into Victoria's Secret, spray a little on, and ask the sales girls what they think - they'll fall all over you. :D
 
ChefWide said:
...the smell as the lust rises off of her skin like the vapors off of a hot desert sand in mid summer, confounding both my sense and senses, my vision blurred. When your lips first touch her and that flash of heat races accross her flesh, drips of salt confound the taste, but the scent of love building is the stuff of legend: it moves mountains...


Tiny fragments of it catch me off guard in the street, in shops where the mingling of a thousand scents rips through me as I franticly try to single out the one that reminds me of her pressed so tightly against me while my heart tears at my chest.. I cant see her.. I cant find her.. but damnit to hell i can SMELL HER.. feel her.. taste her... i am losing my tenuous grip on what is left of my sanity. Without her I am a dangerous man in an empty world.

In the market it's worst of all.. the fruits and musk of the mountains of herbs swirl about me as I cling to reality by a thread so damn fine.. i cant walk or talk or sleep.. she is always with me... the sounds of the hawkers in their stalls are drowned out by a total silence in my heart pierced by just the memory of her hard, erratic breathing.. breathing my name....

I look down past my tear stained shirt to see my hands covered in the sweet sticky flesh of a perfectly ripe mango that i have dug into and rent flesh from flesh... i lift my dripping hand to my mouth as tears of fire burn my cheeks... the shock of the sweetness rips me back into her arms in a dimly lit room where nothing in this world matters but to keep touching, tasting... to hold her scent forever.
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Beautiful!!! Just absolutely Beautiful!!!
 
ChefWide said:
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I look down past my tear stained shirt to see my hands covered in the sweet sticky flesh of a perfectly ripe mango that i have dug into and rent flesh from flesh... i lift my dripping hand to my mouth as tears of fire burn my cheeks... the shock of the sweetness rips me back into her arms in a dimly lit room where nothing in this world matters but to keep touching, tasting... to hold her scent forever.
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Dude, you cried :worried:
 
ChefWide said:
...the smell as the lust rises off of her skin like the vapors off of a hot desert sand in mid summer, confounding both my sense and senses, my vision blurred. When your lips first touch her and that flash of heat races accross her flesh, drips of salt confound the taste, but the scent of love building is the stuff of legend: it moves mountains...


Tiny fragments of it catch me off guard in the street, in shops where the mingling of a thousand scents rips through me as I franticly try to single out the one that reminds me of her pressed so tightly against me while my heart tears at my chest.. I cant see her.. I cant find her.. but damnit to hell i can SMELL HER.. feel her.. taste her... i am losing my tenuous grip on what is left of my sanity. Without her I am a dangerous man in an empty world.

In the market it's worst of all.. the fruits and musk of the mountains of herbs swirl about me as I cling to reality by a thread so damn fine.. i cant walk or talk or sleep.. she is always with me... the sounds of the hawkers in their stalls are drowned out by a total silence in my heart pierced by just the memory of her hard, erratic breathing.. breathing my name....

I look down past my tear stained shirt to see my hands covered in the sweet sticky flesh of a perfectly ripe mango that i have dug into and rent flesh from flesh... i lift my dripping hand to my mouth as tears of fire burn my cheeks... the shock of the sweetness rips me back into her arms in a dimly lit room where nothing in this world matters but to keep touching, tasting... to hold her scent forever.
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:rose:
 
ChefWide said:
...the smell as the lust rises off of her skin like the vapors off of a hot desert sand in mid summer, confounding both my sense and senses, my vision blurred. When your lips first touch her and that flash of heat races accross her flesh, drips of salt confound the taste, but the scent of love building is the stuff of legend: it moves mountains...


Tiny fragments of it catch me off guard in the street, in shops where the mingling of a thousand scents rips through me as I franticly try to single out the one that reminds me of her pressed so tightly against me while my heart tears at my chest.. I cant see her.. I cant find her.. but damnit to hell i can SMELL HER.. feel her.. taste her... i am losing my tenuous grip on what is left of my sanity. Without her I am a dangerous man in an empty world.

In the market it's worst of all.. the fruits and musk of the mountains of herbs swirl about me as I cling to reality by a thread so damn fine.. i cant walk or talk or sleep.. she is always with me... the sounds of the hawkers in their stalls are drowned out by a total silence in my heart pierced by just the memory of her hard, erratic breathing.. breathing my name....

I look down past my tear stained shirt to see my hands covered in the sweet sticky flesh of a perfectly ripe mango that i have dug into and rent flesh from flesh... i lift my dripping hand to my mouth as tears of fire burn my cheeks... the shock of the sweetness rips me back into her arms in a dimly lit room where nothing in this world matters but to keep touching, tasting... to hold her scent forever.
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Holy sweet mother of Jesus......I'M IN LOVE AND HOT AS HELL JUST READING THAT
 
ChefWide said:
...the smell as the lust rises off of her skin like the vapors off of a hot desert sand in mid summer, confounding both my sense and senses, my vision blurred. When your lips first touch her and that flash of heat races accross her flesh, drips of salt confound the taste, but the scent of love building is the stuff of legend: it moves mountains...


Tiny fragments of it catch me off guard in the street, in shops where the mingling of a thousand scents rips through me as I franticly try to single out the one that reminds me of her pressed so tightly against me while my heart tears at my chest.. I cant see her.. I cant find her.. but damnit to hell i can SMELL HER.. feel her.. taste her... i am losing my tenuous grip on what is left of my sanity. Without her I am a dangerous man in an empty world.

In the market it's worst of all.. the fruits and musk of the mountains of herbs swirl about me as I cling to reality by a thread so damn fine.. i cant walk or talk or sleep.. she is always with me... the sounds of the hawkers in their stalls are drowned out by a total silence in my heart pierced by just the memory of her hard, erratic breathing.. breathing my name....

I look down past my tear stained shirt to see my hands covered in the sweet sticky flesh of a perfectly ripe mango that i have dug into and rent flesh from flesh... i lift my dripping hand to my mouth as tears of fire burn my cheeks... the shock of the sweetness rips me back into her arms in a dimly lit room where nothing in this world matters but to keep touching, tasting... to hold her scent forever.
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Where's the part about wiping your dick off on the curtains?
 
CanadianCutie said:
Tanning lotion makes me as horny as hell
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Yeah, like after you get out of the tanner and it's baked in. :p
 
ChefWide said:
...the smell as the lust rises off of her skin like the vapors off of a hot desert sand in mid summer, confounding both my sense and senses, my vision blurred. When your lips first touch her and that flash of heat races accross her flesh, drips of salt confound the taste, but the scent of love building is the stuff of legend: it moves mountains...


Tiny fragments of it catch me off guard in the street, in shops where the mingling of a thousand scents rips through me as I franticly try to single out the one that reminds me of her pressed so tightly against me while my heart tears at my chest.. I cant see her.. I cant find her.. but damnit to hell i can SMELL HER.. feel her.. taste her... i am losing my tenuous grip on what is left of my sanity. Without her I am a dangerous man in an empty world.

In the market it's worst of all.. the fruits and musk of the mountains of herbs swirl about me as I cling to reality by a thread so damn fine.. i cant walk or talk or sleep.. she is always with me... the sounds of the hawkers in their stalls are drowned out by a total silence in my heart pierced by just the memory of her hard, erratic breathing.. breathing my name....

I look down past my tear stained shirt to see my hands covered in the sweet sticky flesh of a perfectly ripe mango that i have dug into and rent flesh from flesh... i lift my dripping hand to my mouth as tears of fire burn my cheeks... the shock of the sweetness rips me back into her arms in a dimly lit room where nothing in this world matters but to keep touching, tasting... to hold her scent forever.
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This is about your pet gerbil, right?
 
FEISTY11975 said:
People, We have a winner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :qt:
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Ooooh, if my plat was back I'd give you red!!
 
CanadianCutie said:
Tanning lotion makes me as horny as hell
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Good one :p


I love that smell
 
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