Scent of a Goddess

Her Aroma Exudes Sex

The thing I love about college classes is they only last an hour on average. I find my American History class quite interesting. We are exploring the logistical expertise of Lewis and Clark.

These two fascinating partners helped blaze a trail west and expanded our nation from sea to shining sea. All this talk about partners made me think of my sexy partner last night, with whom I blazed a trail to the break of dawn.

Her smells and dried fluids are now a part of my ensemble. I cup my hand under my nose to appear focused on the lecture. I smell her and when I lick my finger, taste her.

Class over, I race across campus to my apartment, where I left the Tiger Belle. I didn’t make it to the Training Table for breakfast so I’m starving; however the taste of a beautiful coed will ease my hunger pains.

I smell my upper lip one more time and before you know it, I’ve crossed campus in record time.

As I walk into the apartment, it smells absolutely delicious.

“Perfect timing, honey,” Steph says.

She looks stunning wearing my burnt orange practise jersey like a sexy dress. It falls just below her fabulous fanny.