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Your bedsheets, your scent.
- Thread starter star-warrior
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I love getting in another man's bed and smelling him! Unfortunately my living situation doesn't allow me to 'entertain' a man at home, but if that wasn't the case I might have a hard time washing the sheets right away (unless we made a really big mess!).
MCsNo1Fn
NOVEMBER 3RD
This is a great topic.
When my ex left, he left behind a pillow that he had always slept on since he was, maybe 20 (he was 28-30 at the time we were together), and that got me through a tough time because it had his scent on it. It's a tough thing to explain to someone, but when someone else knows what you mean, you don't have to explain anything. There's an Avril Lavigne song that came out around the time that he left 'When You're Gone', that helped me get through this tough time as well. And she has the lyric "and the clothes you left, they lie on the floor...and they smell just like you."
Scent is a VERY powerful thing. To this day, whenever I smell a scent thats even close to it, I fall into this short depression and remember some of the times we were together. So yeah, I completely understand what you mean.
This thread makes me miss him more
lol
When my ex left, he left behind a pillow that he had always slept on since he was, maybe 20 (he was 28-30 at the time we were together), and that got me through a tough time because it had his scent on it. It's a tough thing to explain to someone, but when someone else knows what you mean, you don't have to explain anything. There's an Avril Lavigne song that came out around the time that he left 'When You're Gone', that helped me get through this tough time as well. And she has the lyric "and the clothes you left, they lie on the floor...and they smell just like you."
Scent is a VERY powerful thing. To this day, whenever I smell a scent thats even close to it, I fall into this short depression and remember some of the times we were together. So yeah, I completely understand what you mean.
This thread makes me miss him more
lol
Huskerboy
Boing... Boing... Boing
Scent is a powerful sense... you can go for years without smelling a certain cologne or smell and then all of the sudden, your nose connects with a familiar smell and tons of memories come flooding back. What a wonderful gift! 
Ok
I somehow find that really funny!
RationalLunacy
Meeeoooowwww!! Pffffft!!!
Spot on.
Sunshine
all of this wasted pain..
I hate the smell of apples or melon air freshener. I also hate the smell of new leather and vanilla.
e___e; I hate guys...
e___e; I hate guys...
BigLug
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I remember (vividly) one afternoon when my boyfriend came home early from work. Since he hadn't called me to say he was on his way home like he usually does, I was a little surprised, but not alarmed. I heard him on the stairs before I saw him round the corner and enter our bedroom where I was doing some work.
I said "hi" just before he stepped up to me, very close. He took the drill I was using out of my hand, dropped it onto a nearby chair and then leaned into me, though not really touching me. I felt his hair brush my cheek as he dipped his head into the crook of my neck, felt his face grazing my skin, up my neck, down toward my shoulder, his breath, thick and heavy. I just stood there, not moving.
He raised his head slightly, pressed his mouth against my ear. "We were all in the room trying to break a story but I couldn't concentrate. So I just left."
Eyes closed, I still said nothing. I can remember feeling the heat coming off of him, how it warmed the air between us down the length of our bodies, how my own skin soaked it up and started to sweat, how the hair on my body seemed to stretch out like it was reaching for him.
"I wore your shirt today," he said. I'd noticed it when he came in -- an old t-shirt I'd had since college, since before I met him. "I could fucking smell you all day." Then he kissed me hard as he pushed me across the room and down onto the bed, tugging off my clothes, dragging his mouth over my body, smashing his face into me and inhaling in long, deep pulls, kissing, licking, trying to take every hint of scent right off of me.
It was a a pretty wonderful afternoon.
I said "hi" just before he stepped up to me, very close. He took the drill I was using out of my hand, dropped it onto a nearby chair and then leaned into me, though not really touching me. I felt his hair brush my cheek as he dipped his head into the crook of my neck, felt his face grazing my skin, up my neck, down toward my shoulder, his breath, thick and heavy. I just stood there, not moving.
He raised his head slightly, pressed his mouth against my ear. "We were all in the room trying to break a story but I couldn't concentrate. So I just left."
Eyes closed, I still said nothing. I can remember feeling the heat coming off of him, how it warmed the air between us down the length of our bodies, how my own skin soaked it up and started to sweat, how the hair on my body seemed to stretch out like it was reaching for him.
"I wore your shirt today," he said. I'd noticed it when he came in -- an old t-shirt I'd had since college, since before I met him. "I could fucking smell you all day." Then he kissed me hard as he pushed me across the room and down onto the bed, tugging off my clothes, dragging his mouth over my body, smashing his face into me and inhaling in long, deep pulls, kissing, licking, trying to take every hint of scent right off of me.
It was a a pretty wonderful afternoon.