russnorton
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- Oct 16, 2013
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It's early as I pull into the market, one of those trendy places with organic produce, a deli and coffee shop. The scent of coffee greets me as I walk to the nicely appointed cafe area. I adjust my tie and fish some cash from my sport coat. Most of the patrons this time of morning on a Saturday seem to be soccer Moms in yoga clothes, women dressed for the gym, or perhaps heading out to run errands as hubby watches the kids.
Then something strange happens. My nose begins picking up another scent, earthy and musky, like damp earth and springtime. My skin prickles with excitement. I lean into a well upholstered chair for moment. It's like I can scent the pheromones of some of these women. I turn my head letting my nose ride on waves of smell until I zone in on one woman seated nearby with her girlfriends.
"She is in heat" I mumble softly.
I breathe in deeply, yes, it is her. A wave of arousal washes over me and I am suddenly very aware of a dull ache in my balls.
"How long has it been?" I wonder. No more than a week, but it feels like my balls are literally aching to cum. Worse, I am suddenly rigid beneath my thin cotton slacks. I fold the newspaper over my lap.
"What the hell?"
Then something strange happens. My nose begins picking up another scent, earthy and musky, like damp earth and springtime. My skin prickles with excitement. I lean into a well upholstered chair for moment. It's like I can scent the pheromones of some of these women. I turn my head letting my nose ride on waves of smell until I zone in on one woman seated nearby with her girlfriends.
"She is in heat" I mumble softly.
I breathe in deeply, yes, it is her. A wave of arousal washes over me and I am suddenly very aware of a dull ache in my balls.
"How long has it been?" I wonder. No more than a week, but it feels like my balls are literally aching to cum. Worse, I am suddenly rigid beneath my thin cotton slacks. I fold the newspaper over my lap.
"What the hell?"