For three days, my own unique scent followed me everywhere. I know the smell of my juices, after I come, when I’m aroused. The smell wouldn’t leave me.
I moved through my days in a state of wary arousal. When would the scent hit me? Cooking dinner, washing laundry? It didn’t matter. The moment I caught it in my nose, my senses were immediately heightened, and my pussy pulsed.
No amount of showers, lotion, body spray, or any other aid, made it go away. It stalked me, daring me to deny my pussy what it craved – release.
I have found an amazing wealth of self-control and have not given in to the desires created by the perfume that haunts me. Denying myself has been exquisitely arduous. The aroma of my arousal has finally dissipated – it has ceased stalking me. And now, I miss it.
I believe I will deny myself no more. It’s time to bathe in my own perfume once more.
