He overtook me on the footpath.
I had been aware of him behind me for a few moments but it was broad daylight on a busy street so there was nothing to fear.
And suddenly I was transported back almost a decade.
As he passed his manly odour exuded from every pore and wafted gently in his wake, engulfing me in a long forgotten scent.
Issy Miyake.
My nostrils inhaled him, trying to recapture that long lost memory.
The smell of my first extra-marital lust that was returned.
I used to spray those tester sticks from Debenhams and keep them in my handbag to remind me of…
Whispered conversations from the bathroom or the office at his place of work.
And a mad passion that swept us up and overwhelmed all sensible considerations.
Before coming crashing to the ground in burning ashes.
A beautiful woman (she was a divorcee, older than I) in one of my university classes smelled so sexual that I used to get highly aroused just sitting next to her. She exuded a fragrance that is difficult to describe but it was certainly an early introduction to pheromones. Needless to say I befriended her and fell in love/lust with her. She also always wore boots, which is an almost fetishistic practice for me. She invited me to come to stay with her at the end of term. Ill-advisedly I had gotten engaged during that time, so I declined her inviting invitation. How I still thoroughly regret the way life turned out in regards to her.
PS: I liked to flatter myself by thinking her fragrance came about due to the fact I was arousing her in the same way. Who knows? It may have been true. It’s a nice thought.
Aw, MrW, the regret of what might have been! I bet she thinks of that moment sometimes too :)
LOL, MrW, what would not be to like about the attentions of a charming young man…?