While the movie referred to said lady’s eau de toilette, this is not to what I refer. But if you know me, then you already know that. Of course, beloved readers, what I speak of here is the aroma of the female’s divinely secret and mysterious netherlands, the magnificent, the beloved, the sweetened honeypot of all redemption: THE GLORIOUS CUNT

While the road to hell may be paved with good intentions, the road to heaven is paved (marked) with the aroma of feminine essence. And a man will follow those markers until his shoes, and then the knees of his pants, are tattered and worn–a bloodhound for pussy. And why wouldn’t he?

She who loves women would tell you that every woman carries between her legs a most precious and unique aroma all of her own. She who celebrates her femininity would tell that the musky incense of her own moist and flowering labia is the ultimate aphrodisia. She who toys with men would tell you that the power of pussy is the most powerful force known to mankind.

I would agree with all three. The desire, the need, the craving, drives men to steal panties that they will sniff, lick and even wear. They are cunt zombies, compelled to bury their faces between a woman’s legs–often needing this more than burying their pricks there. I do believe that if they could suck their own cocks after fucking a woman, they would–just so they could taste that snatch just one last time.

The scent of a woman is a force of nature, a blessing from heaven, the story of life, the path to redemption, the one and only truth, the beginning of everything.

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