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3/15/2024 7:48 pm

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4/20/2024 4:27 pm

The Smell of sensual "swish"


smell of. sensual swish
I had a really bad day so I am going back to old memories and happier times.i think back when swish was still here to all the smells that haunt me now. The smell of coffee in the morning the two different smells lol she loved cowboy coffee I like a flavored one no creamer or sugar , I like the smell of her flowers she grew,i lived for her coming fresh out of the shower smelling of that old hippy smell patchouli,cool water was her favorite and mine she always smell so good!,christmass time it was apples and cinnamon she always had a hint of orange a round her, spring wow lavender and clove with hints. Some times of baking bread, Sunday for church she smelled life fresh of pear and figs or brown sugar and vanilla, how can one little slave smell that damn good in so many different times, I know she couldn’t had more than 6 different scents I know I Bought them for her! I can still smell her elusiveness, she come by me smile and zoom off! she go to do something and no sooner was she out of my sight and her smell would flirt With me!!! Dang she knew all the secrets! she dressed well and still never had a bra on lol she didn’t need it.Her small breast was always so perfectly made . I remember her in bed warm. her, body fresh a sent of spice. I never could figure it out where it was I get behind Her and I smell it between her small breast. that lol drove me, I still dream of her almost every night face down looking for her, smelling her.waking up in a cold sweat heart pounding But… the room quiet now just me. Smell of old<b> leather </font></b>gun oil burnt powder . Pine wood, leaves. No swish. this is my daily life between midnight to 2 or 3 am like clockwork the rest of the time I go about living the best I can.living life on automatic now and again a hint of light only to be snuffed back out just as quickly


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