SCENT Sense
Here is a merging of actual events, thoughts; and imagined, wished for events. It's blurred nicely, and only I know what really occurred. For you: just enjoy, and believe what may have happened...
There is no 'ego' intended here; no bragging or exaggeration. The descriptions are quite honest. Honestly!
This was when I was fift**n. My head was shaven, but had short clean furry hair, as it was re-growing. About 5mm long. I loved it like that. A friend shaved it and had left a clear spot on the left side. An 'N' on my head. Correspondingly, I was shaven around my mound below, except for a little furry 'N'. It looked like the N on my head had been replaced there.
My body was that of a swimmer. I trained three times per week. I raced in school galas and area galas, and always won. I was never beaten by anyone. Breaststroke, butterfly, freestyle. I concentrated every limb, finger, toe, and breathing, to perfection. If someone else was fast, I swam faster. Simple. Easy.
At school, I always finished at the top of my classes. The information was stored, and clearly retrieved in exams. Homework just flowed with minimal effort. My mind had so much extra capacity. I knew every song on every album played by my parents around the house. Still do. I was like a bank, where information was efficiently stored, and found. I was absorbing absolutely everything.
I expected constantly to be bullied at the school and outside. But others just looked at me, as if I were 'Someone'. I wasn't anyone. Just me...
We rarely saw our Headmistress, Miss Dahle. When we did, she was always fabulously attractive and dressed accordingly. Beautiful slimly clothed and always in stockings, even on the hottest days. Blonde, slim, with small breasts. I think she knew of me. Because when she met my parents at an open event, she said that I seemed 'interesting'; 'quite someone', and asked them if I could visit her and stay with her for a few days during the holidays. Just to hang out and so that she could try to understand this girl, who seemed, well, 'special'. My folks really didn't think it appropriate, but it was a long summer, and Miss Dahle was fascinating herself, and I could learn more, with her, and help to fill up that brain!.
I wasn't especially attracted to anyone, at that stage. I was just racing through life trying to meet up with challenges equal to me; to my mind.
Anyway, she had a lovely house, out in the Cotswolds. Gorgeous garden, and comfy inside. It smelled of her, everywhere.
A couple of days into my visit, her smell around the house became stronger. Became kind of musky. it wasn't her cooking. It was definitely her. When she had been out and returned, she didn't leave her shoes by the door, she removed them in the living room. I was being engulfed by her scent. Had such an effect on me! It surrounded me, and made me ache and moist between my thighs. Miss Dahle was clever. She was doing something, but behaving very normally otherwise. Hard for me to understand, really. We got on so well......interesting conversation.......but she was overpowering me. 'I'm not Lesbian'. Am I? I didn't know.
I started to masturbate at night. I'd never really bothered before. Sex would come. I knew it would. Boys. Girls. everyone looked at me. That look. But here, I needed to. During the days with her, I couldn't wait for night time, to relieve myself. I heard Miss Dahle do it. That was crazy. Our fucking Head.!
The fourth night. The door to my room opened. Miss Dahle. Naked. Fuck. I.....I.... THIS was something new to me. Not 'easy' like everything else. THIS was FANTASTIC.
We made love. Fucked. She, me. I let her. Gradually I knew what to do. How to. The tables turned as I knew they would. I fucked her. I fucked Miss Dahle. For hours. Each night. She was mine, for a few days.
I felt dynamic back at school. The energy I felt! Not power, as such. But life was going to be really Amazing now. I felt unstoppable. It was crazy. Who was I NOW??
There is no 'ego' intended here; no bragging or exaggeration. The descriptions are quite honest. Honestly!
This was when I was fift**n. My head was shaven, but had short clean furry hair, as it was re-growing. About 5mm long. I loved it like that. A friend shaved it and had left a clear spot on the left side. An 'N' on my head. Correspondingly, I was shaven around my mound below, except for a little furry 'N'. It looked like the N on my head had been replaced there.
My body was that of a swimmer. I trained three times per week. I raced in school galas and area galas, and always won. I was never beaten by anyone. Breaststroke, butterfly, freestyle. I concentrated every limb, finger, toe, and breathing, to perfection. If someone else was fast, I swam faster. Simple. Easy.
At school, I always finished at the top of my classes. The information was stored, and clearly retrieved in exams. Homework just flowed with minimal effort. My mind had so much extra capacity. I knew every song on every album played by my parents around the house. Still do. I was like a bank, where information was efficiently stored, and found. I was absorbing absolutely everything.
I expected constantly to be bullied at the school and outside. But others just looked at me, as if I were 'Someone'. I wasn't anyone. Just me...
We rarely saw our Headmistress, Miss Dahle. When we did, she was always fabulously attractive and dressed accordingly. Beautiful slimly clothed and always in stockings, even on the hottest days. Blonde, slim, with small breasts. I think she knew of me. Because when she met my parents at an open event, she said that I seemed 'interesting'; 'quite someone', and asked them if I could visit her and stay with her for a few days during the holidays. Just to hang out and so that she could try to understand this girl, who seemed, well, 'special'. My folks really didn't think it appropriate, but it was a long summer, and Miss Dahle was fascinating herself, and I could learn more, with her, and help to fill up that brain!.
I wasn't especially attracted to anyone, at that stage. I was just racing through life trying to meet up with challenges equal to me; to my mind.
Anyway, she had a lovely house, out in the Cotswolds. Gorgeous garden, and comfy inside. It smelled of her, everywhere.
A couple of days into my visit, her smell around the house became stronger. Became kind of musky. it wasn't her cooking. It was definitely her. When she had been out and returned, she didn't leave her shoes by the door, she removed them in the living room. I was being engulfed by her scent. Had such an effect on me! It surrounded me, and made me ache and moist between my thighs. Miss Dahle was clever. She was doing something, but behaving very normally otherwise. Hard for me to understand, really. We got on so well......interesting conversation.......but she was overpowering me. 'I'm not Lesbian'. Am I? I didn't know.
I started to masturbate at night. I'd never really bothered before. Sex would come. I knew it would. Boys. Girls. everyone looked at me. That look. But here, I needed to. During the days with her, I couldn't wait for night time, to relieve myself. I heard Miss Dahle do it. That was crazy. Our fucking Head.!
The fourth night. The door to my room opened. Miss Dahle. Naked. Fuck. I.....I.... THIS was something new to me. Not 'easy' like everything else. THIS was FANTASTIC.
We made love. Fucked. She, me. I let her. Gradually I knew what to do. How to. The tables turned as I knew they would. I fucked her. I fucked Miss Dahle. For hours. Each night. She was mine, for a few days.
I felt dynamic back at school. The energy I felt! Not power, as such. But life was going to be really Amazing now. I felt unstoppable. It was crazy. Who was I NOW??
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