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aliljaded 46F  
599 posts
1/11/2017 12:06 pm
Call Me Crazy...

Getting Over You....

ever since I can remember smell has been my strongest sense. walking through my grandmother's front door and the way her house smells always reminds me of my childhood. then there are are other smells, like the smell of fresh cut grass (which I love), warm summer rain, the way the beach smells in the early morning when it's still empty anI'm the only one there. the way my children smelled when they were babies, when I kissed their little heads at bedtime. then we get to the way He smells. His cologne that only smells that way on him. I know this because like a fool I tried to buy it for someone else and got duped. I went in for the deep inhale and wham! it was different in every way it can be different. it lost that sweet lingering tease that tickled my nose and sent chills down my spine. it didn't make me melt into his arms. my clothes did not instantly fall off. No, this was all wrong. it was then that I started to realize that not only was the smell all wrong but so was everything else. we didn't talk for hours about art and love. the music that played in the back round was off too. it was distorted not like the sweet sounds that I had shared before. out of the blue, He would grab me by the small of my back and we would dance. all the while my face would be nestled in his chest inhaling the sweet smell that only came from him. its been some time now since I've had the pleasure of that smell. once in a blue moon, I catch a hint of it on someone. it stops me in my tracks.
Call Me Crazy.


"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”


Sucker4Ever 105M
4785 posts
1/12/2017 5:07 am

Nicely written; fun eye candy; and, you're crazy! Now, here's your chance to call me crazy . . . I love the scent of cum! I know, not very romantic, is it? Oh well, to each their own craziness I guess.

You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.


Mshtpusyalwyswet 61F
47 posts
1/11/2017 2:09 pm

going to sleep at night inhaling a pillow just find that scent, or not washing the sheets to hold that just a little longer till he returns.

ya call me crazy too. Mine has been gone now going on three weeks, Miss you baby


Dreamcatcher__ 80M  
3916 posts
1/11/2017 1:21 pm

There are other kinds of crazy: Dancing with her, holding her close, inhaling her scent, sitting alone with her sipping wine with a full moon reflected in the lake, knowing you can never have her the way it was.

Still, like Edith Piaf, I regret nothing, "je ne regrette rien."



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