Apr 24
Drowning in your scent
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Drowning in your scent
Im all sweaty from moving shit who wants a sniff >:3
Mommy’s smell OMG like I don’t care you haven’t showered all day let me smell your musk pleaseeee omg 😵💫
the best part of sniffing used panties and really getting your face in there is that the smell lingers for a bit afterwards
I’ve been enamored with the idea of caving lately, and that got me thinking about some of the potential hypnokink applications for the concept. The first thing that came to mind was crystal caves- caverns lined from floor to ceiling with shimmering multicolored displays. No matter where you look, there’s just one flash after another, and that each one seems to drain at your focus just a little more. You take a seat, staring blankly at the wall of colors before you until it’s all that’s on your mind.
There’s plenty of other options, though: humid mossy caves filled with flowers would be another one. Though the caves have some water, the majority of the plants’ sustenance comes from the people they manage to ensnare. Humid caves dense with heady pollen that smothers those higher thoughts. It’s just too hot for all of that- too hot for clothes, and too hot for any of those worries you might have brought with you. It smells so sweet and it feels so good as that warmth spreads through your body. You just need more- need it to build up in your system until you can’t contain yourself anymore, and you start to rub between your legs until you cum your pretty little mind out onto the mossy floor again and again and again.
The Perfume Counter
The warm uniform lighting of the department store reflected off the perfume counter as Sophia twisted her lip in thought. The consultant, a tall trans woman named Hera, wearing a sleek grey dress that hugged her curves in a way that made Sohpia jealous, handed her yet another tester bottle.
“This one is called Primavera, it’s less floral, with a few grassy notes. It gives it an earthier scent.”
Sophia sniffed it, and agreed. It was a little like incense, with a little bit of woodiness underneath. Not too much, but a little. It was different, but not quite right. All of the perfumes that she’d suggested had had a nice undertone that had made Sophia linger for longer than she’d intended. It had been 5 minutes now and the sunk cost fallacy had taken hold of her mind and she knew she wasn’t leaving the counter without something nice.
Hera leant on the counter with one elbow and rested her chin on her hand, looking Sophia directly in the eyes. Her midnight blue nails almost distracted Sophia from the consultant’s gaze.
“Hrm… you’re a discerning customer. I’m trying to think what would be the perfect scent for you.”
“Oh, I don’t mean to be a pain.”
“You’re not, ma’am. Honestly, I want you to find the thing you need, even if it isn’t what you know you need.” She drummed her fingers against her cheek in thought. “Let me try something else. What haven’t you liked about the perfumes you’ve tested today?”
Sophia paused; it was an odd question, but clearly Hera wanted a sale, and had sensed that she wanted to buy. She felt a little vulnerable, but she did want to get a new scent, and Hera did want to help her. “I… I guess they’re all a little… safe? Or… polite, I suppose? Do you have anything a little more daring or wild?”
A smile came to Hera’s lips. “Wild, hmm? I have something a little unconventional, if you’d like to try it?”
Sophia tilted her head, looking at the woman as she straightened her posture. She felt like she had the unique glamour and poise that trans women had, some kind of unknowable aura of a woman who knew exactly who she was and was willing to share that with the world.
She reached beneath the counter for a small unlabeled black bottle and placed it on the counter. She pulled out the applicator and opened her other hand; “May I?”
Sophia nodded and offered her wrist to her. Hera’s grasp was gentle yet firm, and her dark blue nails curled around Sophias wrist. She dropped some of the scent on her wrist and released her grasp. Sophia, for a moment, almost resented its absence.
She rubbed her wrists together and sniffed at her wrist. Her nostrils widened and her pupils followed suit. The smell of the perfume caressed her nose with a slow enveloping warmth. It was musky, much more musky than any of the perfumes she’d offered her. Beneath the musky notes, there was a sense of smokiness and saltiness, but also a slightly intoxicating sweetness.
She closed her eyes and inhaled again. The perfume melded with her own body chemistry and matured – it was richer and deeper now, it felt old and primal, powerful and divine. She opened her eyes slowly, her eyelids feeling heavy as she caught the perfume attendant’s gaze.
“Wh…what is it?
She smiled sweetly. “It’s called Hera.”
Sophia’s breath caught in her throat. Did she just say…
“He..Hera? But that…” Her eyes flicked down to the woman’s name tag, which spelled out the name of the scent that had grabbed a hold of her mind.
“Yes, that’s right. Would you like to smell how I wear it?” Hera offered her wrist and it was all Sophia could do to stop her diving onto it like a hungry child onto a free meal, or a thirsty man in the desert into an oasis. Sophia leant over and breathed in.
The musk was stronger now. It grabbed hold of Sophia and dragged her in. The sense of primal dominance exuded off of her perfect skin and Sophia was drawn to place her lips against the open wrist. She taste of sweat and skin was divine; she wanted to drown in this woman’s…. in this woman. This was no perfume, this was natural musk. This was the scent of a beautiful trans woman with hypnotic sapphire blue nails who… She felt a gentle hand upon the back of her head, gently pulling her away as her hungry lips yearned to kiss and taste her skin.
“Did you want this scent ma’am?”
Sophia couldn’t see the blank expression in her eyes as she dumbly nodded at the towering woman in front of her.
“Well, meet me at the staff entrance in 5 minutes, OK?”
She nodded shyly, but before she could depart, Hera leaned over and dabbed some perfume behind her ears. Her lips brushed against Sophia’s ear and she felt a warmth spread between her legs.
“Just to make sure you obey. I’ll see you in 5 minutes, kitten.”
Sophia blankly collected her bags and she drifted out the main entrance of the store, only vaguely aware of the store’s greeter. She smiled dumbly at the woman and walked out of the mall. No, that wasn’t right. Sophia wasn’t walking. Her feet were obeying Hera’s instruction, she had no agency in the matter.
Hera swirled around her head, wafting into her nose and mouth, a deep primal pull she couldn’t resist. She stood at the staff entrance, next to the loading dock, at a wall of concrete blocks – her stance rigid like a mannequin. The door opened and a tall goddess of a trans woman exited, now wearing a tailored black coat over her dress.
“Mmm, good girl.” She leant over and grasped Sophia’s head lovingly. She guided her face into her neck, and commanded Sophia to breathe. She did and felt her mind start to melt. A hand, still clutching a shopping bag, grabbed Hera and Sophia kissed and licked at her neck. A deep moan of pleasure escaped Hera’s lips as the kisses brought tingles to her arms, her legs and what lay between her legs.
“I’m taking you.” Hera said, breaking away from the kiss and cradled Sophia’s neck. “Come back to my place… I’ll unwrap you.”
Hera ran her fingers across Sophia’s dress and she shivered with delight. Whatever Hera wanted, Sophia would do, she was lost to her scent.
huffing big sister bulge mmfff
A PSA that I feel is important, given how popular muskposting is:
If you are going out in public, especially a space with strangers or acquaintances you would like to be friends with (a gaming event, a queer resource center, a party), please please make sure you are clean and washed and deodoranted and not stinky. Please. If you usually shower before bed, instead shower before you go out for the evening.
Musk kink is fun and I love it, but having a strong scent will drive people away from you. I'm as muskpilled as anyone else, but if I stand next to a girl I don't know, and I can smell her without even leaning in, I am not going to continue to choose to stand next to her.
To draw a comparison, it is not unlike offering someone a collar and a leash. Extremely fucking hot when you offer it to your play partner, or to someone you've been flirting with and who is into you, but makes people uncomfortable if they're total strangers, not attracted to you, or if it's not their kink.
(second comparison - sharing earbuds with a friend is intimate and lovely, blasting music on the bus makes people uncomfortable)
Make conscious choices; don't drive away potential friends and lovers.