Hey, You Can Smell It!

I almost licked the neck of strange man yesterday. I didn't. But I really really wanted to.

Not counting coffee, beef & booze, I'm not really one for primal urges. But this guy? Oh my Jesus He smelled so good I wanted to lick his neck.

It was not cologne, after shave or stupid Axe. This was no scent purchased by some chick or put in a Christmas stocking by his mom. This scent was pure unadulterated end of a long day MAN SMELL. It was sooooooooo gooooooooooood.

It was the smell of a guy who was clean then got dirty doing an honest days work. That smell that says Babe, you will never have to call an outside guy to fix anything ever again. The beer will always be cold and the days of pumping your own gas are over.

It was the kind of smell that makes your panties pointless.

That is the smell I want to come home to me at the end of the day. I would have supper ready for that smell. I would roll socks and wordlessly wipe pee from the toilet seat for it.

I want to know what that smell turns into when its fresh out of the shower and wrapped in a towel. After a night outside around a fire whats it like to have it carry my drunk ass up to bed?

If I can find that smell again I will marry it. No frigging around, marrying it. I want to bury my face in that spot between neck and shoulder and go to sleep. I want to wake up spooned in that smell and I would so deal with that morning wood.

I want to slow dance with that smell and have it sneak up behind me while I am doing the dishes and grab my boobs.

A guy that smells like that can wag his dick at me anytime.