“God, you smell so good!”
Daddy chuckled. He always does when I bury my nose in his clothes or his skin and inhale his scent.
My mouth waters. Heat collects between my thighs. I could keep my nose pressed to him forever.
“You just like my soap.”
“Daddy, I like your smell even when you’re filthy and sweaty. And you always think I smell good no matter what, right?”
“Well, yes, babygirl, I do. You smell delicious to me.”
I giggled. “It’s our pheromones. We’re a good match and are drawn to each other’s scent. It’s science.”
My eyed widened. I nodded my head and looked as serious as a babygirl can when she’s cuddling with her Daddy.
His mouth twisted in an effort to appear to take me seriously when he just wanted to laugh at my playfulness. “Pheromones, huh?”
“Uh-huh.” I leaned forward and inhaled deeply. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of his scent.
Fast forward a few days later…
He’s home from work, a hot, sweaty messy from the heat of the Florida summer felt while on the back of a motorcycle. I hug and kiss him and catch a quick whiff of him.
“Mmmm, you smell good.”
He laughs. “It’s just my furry-moans, right?”
I giggled. “Pheromones,Daddy, or furry-moans, whatever you want to call them.”
I love his furry moans and his pheromones. I also love his silly side when it comes out to play with my silly side. Pardon me while I bury my nose in his skin and breathe him in.