How about some hot hairy pussy (and panty) pics from my latest photo set on TastyTrixie.com? If you like imagining kneeling before a mature busty blonde housewife in a silk slip and tight...
Tweeted yesterday: Mmmm . . . new bottle of Mountain Ocean Coconut Skin Trip lotion smells SO good. As does the front part of the inside of my panties. I was wearing an old pair of white...
Tight Red Panties & Muff1
Coconut Lotion & White Pa...2
Intoxicating Bush Smell3
Today’s one of those days where I could sit around rubbing my fingers in my sticky bush and smelling them ALL DAY. I love my hot, unwashed, summer-heated pussy smell!
I’ve got WAY too much to do, though, to devote much time to lazy cunt-rubbing & sniffing today. For one thing I really need to get some exercise so I’m going to take a long, brisk walk in the woods. We’re also in the process of moving, so after that I’m going to get even MORE sweaty packing boxes, cleaning, etc.
I wouldn’t be surprised if I need to take a break to masturbate, too, and smell my hot hand some more.
Only after all of that will I take a shower . . . but my cunt is going to smell SO HOT until then!!Read More
How about some hot hairy pussy (and panty) pics from my latest photo set on TastyTrixie.com?
If you like imagining kneeling before a mature busty blonde housewife in a silk slip and tight red panties and taking deep inhales of the smell of her lusty pussy through the form-fitting, heat-gathering fabric of her Victoria’s Secret sexy underwear, you’ll enjoy all 203 of these images:
My big natural boobs to go with your other favorite things:
A close-up pic of my golden blonde pussy hairs and finger on my button after the jump:Read More
I just got a little bit of my pee on my hand.
The smell reminds me of dry popcorn, the kind in the hardware store with the fake butter that you can get for free to make your kids shut up.
I think it’s not just the smell of my pee, but the smell of the palm of my hand and fingertips COMBINED with the dampness of a tiny bit of pee that makes a popcorn smell.Read More
I was wearing an old pair of white string bikini underwear made out of a ribbed, silky (synthetic blend) fabric with a cotton crotch (note: the panties in the thumbnail picture are a totally different pair – I don’t think I’ve shot any pictures in these panties).
It’s been a long time since we had this lotion at our house, but is a favorite we used in the past for many years so it’s very evocative especially cracking open a new bottle and spilling out way too much of its milky whiteness right away. It doesn’t smell like summertime suntan oil or lotion – it’s a little more foody, like vanilla, and lighter than most tropic-themed scents.
It smells and looks and feels fresh and wet and makes you want to lick things, so with that rubbed into my hands and then bowing my head to sniff my panty-crotch it was a perfect combination. My cunt provided the musky bottom note while the lotion provided the rich middle and top notes.Read More
From a longer entry I posted today on TastyTrixie.com about being intoxicated by the scent of my own musky bush during my webcam show masturbation session:
Today I decided not to shower, putting my dirty hair in pigtails instead. It’s been four or five days since I had a shower and maybe only two baths (last night and some other time) during that time. For three days I wore the same pair of sticky, hot-smelling panties. My bush is getting really filled-out again, and every time I go to the bathroom I sniff the crotch of my underwear and play with my cowlicks that come together and curl up where my lips meet. The musky smell of pussy-hair steeped in cunt-sweat is part of what I love about not shaving.
Anyway, it smelled so good today during my show, I just kept petting it and bringing my hand up to inhale, over and over again. Deep breaths, totally drugging myself on that woman-sex smell of myself. I fucking could not get enough of it, smelling it, and watching me on the monitor, stroking myself with my light-pink clit poking out between my dirty-blonde fur and those SOCKS pulled up on my thighs making everything in the middle look so fucking naked and whorey.
I remember the first time I ever rode on Highway 1 through Big Sur, not being able to get enough of that hot sage smell. It doesn’t smell like pussy exactly, but it’s addictive and elevating, like ascending to heaven and being on some other unearthly level in between the ground and meeting God’s secretary while He’s away. I feel the same way about the smell of my musky bush, like if I were to immerse myself in it far enough I would wind up in some other place of knowledge and luxury and a decadent form of peace.
Today while I inhaled I realized the scent on my fingers reminded me a whole lot of crayola crayon wrappers. Not exactly like that, but similar. I always wonder where that Really Perfect Pussy smell comes from, like what the secret recipe is for it to be that perfect all of the time. Was it steeping my hair in dirty underwear so long? Was it the hot apple cider and cashews we had before bed? Was it the flax seed and evening primrose oil? Was it having PMS? Was it the mingling of a favorite lotion with the cunt smell to create a perfect pussy-church combo?
Yeah. I know you guys wish I’d post over here more often, right?Read More
I recently received this email describing one cunnophile’s experiences in distinguishing between pregnant and not-pregnant pussy:
I have been a fan of yours for a couple of years now . . . . Anyway just a few compliments you are great, just the right curves, and you remind me of the girls I dated in the 60′s.
Did I read some where you had a concern you might be pregnant? Well, here is a true story; I love to eat pussy: my favorite thing to do. I was taught by 2 sisters of a friend. Anyway we practiced nearly every day and my tongue and jaw hurt for sometime. I never let these two wash, that was my duty. I went off to the Military and when I returned I met up with them again. One tasted different, I found out later she was pregnant. This happened again to another girlfriend I had who stepped out on me. Then a few more times with girls I was serious about . . . . So if your boyfriend is a pussy eater, which with a name like tasty he should be. He could probably tell faster than one of those test kits you buy at the store.
We are indeed trying to get pregnant. In preparation to document some of the physical changes I’ll experience if we succeed, I shaved my usually-hairy pussy. I’ve also read that pregnancy changes the scent of women’s lube, so it stands to reason it would taste different, too.
Personally, I am not a huge fan of having my pussy eaten. I much prefer a hand job or intercourse or going down on someone else myself. I have a hard time concentrating and the stimulation is just too pointed for me so it takes forever for me to orgasm that way. Delia (my girlfriend who used to be my boyfriend) does love going down on women, but it’s been awhile in our bedroom since it’s not my favorite thing to experience (I don’t *hate* it — it’s nice and all — I just enjoy other things a lot more) so I don’t think that would be a great way for us to test for pregnancy. Still, I’ll have to solicit some FEEDback from her whenever I do get pregnant. I am curious to find out IN WHAT WAY the flavor and scent is different.Read More
I started thinking about the color pink today while I was masturbating during my camshow.
While my hitachi magic wand buzzed high on the shaft of my clit, I used the fingers on my left hand to tease the rest of my pussy and ass. I tickled my asshole. I tugged gently on my tampon string then let go, feeling it subtly vibrate inside. And I used my tiny fingertips to tenderly stroke the head of my clit, it’s hood, and my lips around my peehole.
I closed my eyes while I alternately pressed my button, rubbed it back and forth, and rotated it under my finger. I felt the twin folds of my little inner labia right below their critical arch. Because of my tampon, nothing was damp — my skin was soft and dry . . . almost rubbery but not tough enough to be like rubber. More like fresh pink-eraser rubber crossed with raw pie-dough.
As I touched myself it was as though I could FEEL the color pink through my fingertips. Like the pads of my fingers translated what they sensed beneath them as “pink”. Rosy fleshy pink. Exquisitely sensitive pink. Forbiddenly private pink. I felt pink through my fingertips and came.Read More