Today, I was at home, doing some laundry and was finding myself becoming rather turned on by something that I could not quite understand. That is, until I picked up another item of clothing. This particular t-shirt had been worn in bed with a very attractive man the week before.
Bingo! It had soaked up all the manly essence of muscle bound limbs, faint tobacco and cock. It was my t-shirt, but his aroma was mixed so robustly into mine.
I found this idea highly stimulating and became intoxicated as I breathed it in. The smell told a story of passionate groping with gusto. I relived him pinning my arms down above my head, as he went down on me, and I thrust my hips, to further part his mouth with uncut cock.
I began taking deeper breaths of the t-shirt. I felt like he was here, and I could smell his muscled, hairy chest, and his big hands here still pinning mine down. In reality I was sitting on a pile of laundry with a dirty t-shirt over my head, stroking my throbbing hard-on!
He wouldn’t let my hands go for a second as he built up pace and, mouth stuffed, gazed up into my eyes. I struggled as slurping my balls, cum shot from my cock. The look on his face had to be the biggest turn on for me. Letting go of my hands, he held my balls and gently started sucking on my twitching dick. I fed him like that till I was hard again, and ready to fuck him.
Needless to say, the t-shirt needed an extra rinse cycle after that.
Ever masturbated to the smell of an item of your lovers’ apparel?
Bingo! It had soaked up all the manly essence of muscle bound limbs, faint tobacco and cock. It was my t-shirt, but his aroma was mixed so robustly into mine.
I found this idea highly stimulating and became intoxicated as I breathed it in. The smell told a story of passionate groping with gusto. I relived him pinning my arms down above my head, as he went down on me, and I thrust my hips, to further part his mouth with uncut cock.
I began taking deeper breaths of the t-shirt. I felt like he was here, and I could smell his muscled, hairy chest, and his big hands here still pinning mine down. In reality I was sitting on a pile of laundry with a dirty t-shirt over my head, stroking my throbbing hard-on!
He wouldn’t let my hands go for a second as he built up pace and, mouth stuffed, gazed up into my eyes. I struggled as slurping my balls, cum shot from my cock. The look on his face had to be the biggest turn on for me. Letting go of my hands, he held my balls and gently started sucking on my twitching dick. I fed him like that till I was hard again, and ready to fuck him.
Needless to say, the t-shirt needed an extra rinse cycle after that.
Ever masturbated to the smell of an item of your lovers’ apparel?
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