Breathe Me In…
Typing gingerly while my nails dry. Clear polish with a dusting of platinum and dark pink glitter, fine as sand. Felt like something light and easy tonight.
Sitting naked in a soft chair letting my hair air-dry and every time my forearms have brushed up casually against my breasts tonight, they’ve felt like plastic. Like soft cool rubber with firm but cushiony plastic gel inside, though of course, they’re not plastic. Maybe it’s because my skin’s cold and my body wash felt very moisturizing a little while ago. Pink Chiffon from Bath and Body Works. Smells like pear and orchid, slightest hint of vanilla. I hate scents with any strong amount of vanilla in them. Feels like I’ve been baking and spilled vanilla extract all over myself. Sickly sweet, too sweet indeed for me. I like rich or crisp feminine and romantic aromas, scents that take me to sensual places/states of mind. Scents that, as I inhale, I find myself having to close my eyes and open my mouth slightly, my sole desire in that moment to experience the scent as singularly as possible, forgetting everything else around me. Heady lushness I never want to stop breathing in. Have to pull myself away eventually, reminding myself I have other things to do.
My old boss always loved the scents I came in wearing and asked me to make a list of my perfumes for her. One of my favorite things to do in the world, when a man compliments the way I smell, is to extend my wrist up to his nose, closely so I can feel his breath against my pulse-point, and watch the expression on his face as he breathes it in and experiences it. The sensual ones will close their eyes or at least relax them, because they’re not focusing on other things around. Most men I’m around I find at least a little bit sensual. If I fancy him intensely, and he compliments my scent, I’ll gently push my hair to one side and extend my neck out instead of my wrist, and have him breathe it in up close there. Very sensual experience for me as well, because I can feel not only his electric proximity but his warm personal breath against my neck. The most sumptuous physical sensation from someone without actually touching.