Stella
Standing there blindfolded heighten my other senses, even though I knew where each one stood before I was blindfolded, I now could smell their strong scents, not just their different colognes but their manly everyday smells at always comes through even after the cologne fades it's now what helps me tell each one apart when all the touches start to blend into one
Ian's reminds me of rich smooth Texas whiskey, from our many nights at the bar the scent matches him perfectly and now it never goes away. He smells, like the wood it was barreled in, and aged to perfection followed by sweet vanilla and honey. I take a big deep breath, inhaling all of him as he kisses me, and just like whiskey going down smooth it makes me feel warm. Starting at my tongue igniting all the way down to my
