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The Sweet Scent of Jasminethis story is part of the FanClub (fm:adultery, 5884 words)

Author: NoSayQuien Picture in profile
Added: Sep 13 2019Views / Reads: 2594 / 1783 [69%]Story vote: 9.75 (8 votes)
Doug learns a new word. It's a medical term. Luckily, Doug is not afflicted!
 


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Jasmine's husband, Stephen, is afflicted by anosmia, which is defined as "the inability to perceive odor." I think that must explain something. The first time I met Jasmine, it was her smell that pulled me in. More specifically, it was the smell of her cunt. I don't have any problem with anosmia, and the smell of Jasmine's pretty little pussy made me think dirty and feel dizzy. Totally. Fucking. Dizzy!

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Two days after that first meeting with Jasmine, after I had first got a whiff of her, you might say, Jasmine and I were facing each other. Only inches separated us, and Jasmine's piercing brown eyes were locked onto mine as I used both hands to undo the top button on her stone-washed jeans. I had to work at it! Perhaps you have had some personal experience with buttons like the button I am talking about. The top button in that long line of little buttons that ran down the front of Jasmine's jeans was bigger than the others. The little hole into which that top button fit was really tight. That first button is really hard to undo. Once you have that first one open, though, the rest of the buttons are a lot easier. I pulled open all those other little buttons, one by one. I was still using both hands, but I didn't have to work those buttons with my fingers. All I had to do was to spread my hands out and move them down. That opened up Jasmine's jeans, one little button at a time. Slowly (really slowly), I popped those little buttons apart. Button after button popped open. Each "pop" was a new pleasure. ...

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