NATURAL

Funny how memory works. Bob was just talking about that in a post. I sometimes have to ping my phone using my watch because I have no idea where I left it in the house, but I still clearly remember the smell of the first man I had sex with. And I don't mean fooling around with a guy kinda sex. That started early for me and I did plenty of it. When I say 'sex', I mean full-on, dicks out, pants off, butt naked, toe curling, exchange of fluids sex. I have always remembered how he smelled that day. And all the days we fucked after that. Nobody has ever had the same scent. Nobody. Ever. In all these years. Sometimes I wonder where he is.

There have been three men in my life, counting that first one, who have left an absolutely unforgivable mark in me with the way they smelled. Sometimes I get a whiff of Gray Flannel by Geoffrey Beene or of Irish Spring and the first thing that comes to my mind is their faces. I usually turn around, as if looking for them. It's instinctive, I guess. Those men left their mark in me because of the way they smelled. Once I wore one guy's shirt for a whole day after he left for a business trip, I missed him so much. 

But I know it's not the fragrance of the cologne or the soap what I remember. It's the way they smelled when wearing that cologne or using that soap. Because it's their unmistakable smell what has stayed with me. Pheromones, I imagine. Some men just smell like... sex. I cannot explain it. I have had sex with men after coming home from a run, or when they just walk in from work and it's always been an experience. There's something about a man who's just broken into a sweat that's really alluring. It could also just be some kind of neo-bourgeois fantasy, mind you.

One thing I've realized, though, is that I cannot take BO. I once went to a leather bar during leather night and I lasted less than half an hour. It was overpowering to me, the smell of all those men sweating in a closed environment. I can take one man smelling lightly like sweat. Six dozen? It's way too much for me. I guess I get overwhelmed and I short circuit. I know men who REALLY like the way other men smell. As in no deodorant at all. Like the men in that leather bar. I think it was kind of a requirement not to wear cologne or something. I'm not sure, because I went invited by someone, but looking back I imagine that could have been the case. I like the smell of leather, don't get me wrong. And I like the smell of men. What I guess overpowers me is the mix of those scents times a hundred and in a closed place. 

 

I'm all for men having their preferences. Once, someone asked me not to shower before I saw him and I obliged. I felt self-conscious but it was just the two of us. He seemed to enjoy it thoroughly. His cock has rock hard in three seconds. I have always tried to be GGG, mind you. Especially if that gets my man hard. I have no idea how I'd react to being in a relationship with a man who has the sniffies, though. All of the men I've been with have been scrupulously clean. As in really, really clean. The most you could trace was that particular smell men have when they're about to cum? Yeah, I know that you know what I'm talking about. Now, THAT smell, I can take. I actually welcome it.

Happy sweating!

XOXO