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
Thanks to my friend Mia for the heads up on another hilarious Ylvis video, this one perfect for featuring on My Smelly Pussy:
Your vagina is a self-cleansing muscular tract
with over 50,000 nerve cells ready to act
You gotta work it . . . (we’re not talking ’bout a traditional employment situation)
Ahhhhh . . . I love it.Read More
I had an unexpected hookup with a stranger last week – I met him in a surprising way. The kind of way that sounds like total porno schtick but was REAL . . . so, you know, it made me pretty excited. The manner of meeting was so unusual and specific I can’t even tell you about it in concrete details for fear of compromising both his privacy and mine.
Walking home from dinner down dark alleys with this guy the first night, I was thrilled to be heading back to our one-room pied-à-terre (my wife was at our regular home, giving me full run of our city apartment) and hoping to fuck him, but not sure whether or not it would happen.
The only real furniture we have in our apartment is a biiiiiiig bed. So if you’re going to hang with me in our apartment, I’m going to be in bed. And encourage you to be in bed. SO HE WAS IN BED WITH ME and eventually I got way too wiggly and excited and started to, you know, MOUNT him and rub against him. And most people can’t have me on top of them without reaching for my big tits (this guy was no exception). And under my short dress to my
panties boxers (sorry, it’s the truth).
He pulled off my boxers and exclaimed what a wet pussy I had, and that he knew it was going to be super wet BECAUSE HE COULD SMELL IT ALL THE WAY HOME.
Yes, that’s right, he said he could smell my wet fucking pussy when we were walking back to my place. In open air. THROUGH my dress and underwear and everything. Maybe the boxers allowed more of my scent to waft out through the legholes? I’M NOT SURE HOW THIS COULD BE POSSIBLE!
Listen, I don’t know if he was making it up or maybe imagining it. He’s close to my height so maybe . . . closer to it? I personally couldn’t smell it (and I’m pretty attuned to my own scent, not in a way that blinds me to it but makes me hyperaware of it). Maybe he just has a really acute sense of smell? Or maybe it just seemed like a hot thing to say . . . I don’t know.
I’ve never had anybody say this to me before (that I recall, anyway). There are definitely times I can smell it through a nightgown when I’m not wearing panties and the fabric has been rubbing against my muff for a couple of nights, but when I ask Delia if she can smell it, she only can if she puts her face right up against me and inhales deeply.
Yeah, I had a moment of concern that it smelled overpoweringly bad, but . . . no fucking way. On my boxers my pussy smelled good, on my fingers my pussy smelled good . . . up close my pussy smelled good. THAT WAS YUMMY-SMELLING PUSSY for sure. I mean, he did come back for more!Read More
When I took off my nightgown this morning I caught a whiff of my snatch smelling offensively of the consequences of eating lots of garlic yesterday.
But now, just past high noon, I caught a whiff of it smelling perfectly of hot musky summer as I warmed myself in the August sun, pulling sticky, spent petunia flowers away from the plants for the benefit of new flowers.Read More
DRY. Not like a dry desert heat – we’ve still got moisture in the air – but no measurable rainfall FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH OF JULY which is very unusual for the Seattle area. I’ve spent every single Fourth of July of my life in Western Washington, and my memory is of most of them being drizzly or at least overcast.
My body is ripe with this summer. Not grossly funky or heatstroke-sick, but definitely carrying the kind of heat for days and weeks on end that warms up every aroma of sweat, of sugar, of sock . . . of pussy . . . of body hair. Especially the body hair between my legs. My clothes are infused with it.
Today my body smells like spunk and pussy smeared around in my bush and soft thighs, and warm, dense, doughy bread.
I’m wearing one of my favorite flimsy white cotton nightgowns. It looks modest, but it smells like sex.
Actually, NO BUTS ABOUT IT. My nightie looks modest . . . and, fittingly, it smells like sex. Because that’s what soft mommy-types in short flimsy nightgowns smell like . . . like soft summer fucking. Or hard, damp, frantic fucking! That’s what you like to think, anyway. But of course in this case I’m not really a mom. I just like wearing these kinds of pretty nightgowns. And fucking . . .Read More
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