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Olfactophilia is a fetish that involves being sexually aroused by smells and odors, particularly from the vagina. I am afflicted with this fetish in a big way. For me, the only thing that smells sweeter than a juicy cunt is a freshly baked cinnamon bun.
In fact, I always ask my new girlfriends to bake me cinnamon buns, and while the smell of the baking buns fills my apartment, I give them cunnilingus. I dip my nose right into their juicy pussy and get their smell all over my face. I usually have a pretty thick mustache going, so it’s always a while before I wash their pussy smell out of it.
Unfortunately I’ve associated the two smells together, and now I can’t pass a Cinnabon kiosk without popping chub. I should also point out that on those especially lonely nights, a warm cinnamon roll makes an effective replacement pussy to masturbate with. Make sure it’s not too hot, though, or you’ll end up in the emergency room with a lot of explaining to do. Well, I guess not too much explaining. “I burned my cock in a cinnamon bun” would sum it up succinctly.
Sniff row at the strip club is a great place to revel in olfactophilia.
I remember exactly when my olfactophilia started. I was in grade seven. My buddy Kevin threw a birthday pool party, and when the sun went down, all the kids went down to his basement. We were all playing ping-pong and dancing when I noticed that my buddy Jerry and his girlfriend Anne-Marie were missing. I was kicking ass at ping-pong, so I didn’t give it a second thought. They come downstairs, and Jerry sits beside me on the couch. (I had been defeated at ping-pong by the Chinese exchange student in our class).
He smiles at me and tells me that he and Anne Marie were fooling around in the pool house. I ask him if he played with her boobs (which were a whopping A-cup at the time), and he says, “Better”. Then he rubs his index finger under my nose. My first whiff of pussy. It was pungent and foreign and incredible. I was transfixed. I’m not going to say that I sucked the pussy juice off his finger, but I did. Paid him fifty cents to do it.
Anyway, word got out that Anne Marie would let guys finger-fuck her, so she became insanely popular after that. When she broke up with Jerry, I wanted a crack at her, so I asked for her phone number. After I got myself got her digits, she got mine, if you understand my meaning.
Even better than pussy smell on your finger is pussy smell on your penis, affectionately referred to as “Stank on your hang-low”.
1. What did the blind man say when he walked past the fish market? – Good morning, girls. That dirty fucker has a bad case of olfactophilia.
2. If your husband has olfactophilia, plus a big nose, odds are you’re going to have a very happy marriage.
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