The Smell Of Desire...

Its just such a turn on...
There I am, on my knees again, at a guys feet, and I gently unlace his boots or shoes.
Mmmm!
yes, it arrives, that alluring scent, the scent to which I am devoted... The scent which is promising so much, and nearly always delivers.
Shoes off, mmmm... Its getting closer, getting stronger, and then to the socks.
Slowely, so slowely, peeling each off, back, back from the gorgeous, feet, which are producing this fabulus scent, and which, are promising to be hot, wet, sweaty, and scented so nice and strong.
If I may, If I'm allowed, then, with the socks removed, placed neatly beside the shoes, can I? can I really?
Yes.
I can smell them properly;
I love to run my nose, from heel up to the ball, then back, again and again, until I've smelt every inch, then all round the heel again, and the instep, then the ball of the foot, and then, and only then, can I let myself smell the toes, each in turn, and yes, special attention to the gaps between the tows, where the smell is useually so fabulus, and, of course, the toenails too...
I hope I've done well.... As the scent is turning me wild in anticipation now, and I'm seirously hoping I might be allowed to taste these delightly scented feet....

well, with feet its again so sensual, so sensory, smell, taste, touch, sight...
eusarian eusarian
31-35, M
Dec 6, 2012