On Scents and Trophies
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In The Wolf of Wallstreet, when asked by his father about how things are at home, Jordan Belfort gives the below response:
"It's like the smell... There's a smell, there's an attraction thing. After a while it kind of fades away a little bit."
Having experienced this in my own long-term monogamous relationship, I have come to be somewhat obsessed with the scents of dancers and the club in general. I'm hardly the first person to observe the allure of the club's potpourri of smoke, body odor, and perfume, as many answer the age old question of "why not just jerk off to porn" with references to engagement of the sense of smell, but I think this particular sort of lust originates a bit deeper in the male psyche. While scents on clothing can also be a liability, I've encountered a situation that will certainly make me more interested in taking some risks.
After my most recent visit to my local club, during which a near-record (for me) amount of pussy and ass was grinded into the very fabric of my lap, I did not immediately toss my pants in laundry to avoid alerting the keen senses of my mate. Giving them a sniff test upon following days, I discovered an intensely arousing femine odor lingering throughout the crotch, which I have been enjoying regularly since.
After rigorous observation, I have determined that slacks consisting of 72% Polyester, 22% Rayon, and 6% Spandex are capable of storing a satisfying but not overpowering essence of stripper taint for approximately 5 days before fading and losing its luster. Some strategic cross-examination of my wife's undergarments confirms, sadly, that the special sauce is not available in-house. While not life altering, this is another delightful bit of olfactory value I've found in the club and it has also served as a reminder of just how Pathetic a Loser one man is capable of becoming.
My questions to the TUSCL community:
1. Have fellow mongers, especially those in long-term relationships, experienced similar scent-related cravings? If so, what satisfies you most and what have you been willing to do to get your fix?
2. Have you ever risked keeping a trophy or some other evidence of your club indiscretions to enjoy after the fact, scent-related or otherwise?
"It's like the smell... There's a smell, there's an attraction thing. After a while it kind of fades away a little bit."
Having experienced this in my own long-term monogamous relationship, I have come to be somewhat obsessed with the scents of dancers and the club in general. I'm hardly the first person to observe the allure of the club's potpourri of smoke, body odor, and perfume, as many answer the age old question of "why not just jerk off to porn" with references to engagement of the sense of smell, but I think this particular sort of lust originates a bit deeper in the male psyche. While scents on clothing can also be a liability, I've encountered a situation that will certainly make me more interested in taking some risks.
After my most recent visit to my local club, during which a near-record (for me) amount of pussy and ass was grinded into the very fabric of my lap, I did not immediately toss my pants in laundry to avoid alerting the keen senses of my mate. Giving them a sniff test upon following days, I discovered an intensely arousing femine odor lingering throughout the crotch, which I have been enjoying regularly since.
After rigorous observation, I have determined that slacks consisting of 72% Polyester, 22% Rayon, and 6% Spandex are capable of storing a satisfying but not overpowering essence of stripper taint for approximately 5 days before fading and losing its luster. Some strategic cross-examination of my wife's undergarments confirms, sadly, that the special sauce is not available in-house. While not life altering, this is another delightful bit of olfactory value I've found in the club and it has also served as a reminder of just how Pathetic a Loser one man is capable of becoming.
My questions to the TUSCL community:
1. Have fellow mongers, especially those in long-term relationships, experienced similar scent-related cravings? If so, what satisfies you most and what have you been willing to do to get your fix?
2. Have you ever risked keeping a trophy or some other evidence of your club indiscretions to enjoy after the fact, scent-related or otherwise?
12 comments
I have always noticed the unique, unmistakable smell of the strip club, as well as its remarkable, lingering hang time in whatever I wore that night, but I typically find the smell to be more offensive than arousing.
As far as trophies, I don't have anything from the club itself anymore. I used to have a couple of little pieces of swag from Scarlett's 2-4-35 dance deals. They had these little towels that were bigger than hand towels but smaller than bath towels. I loved them and had them for long enough where they got demoted to rags and then eventually had to get tossed.
Also, a number of girls I see OTC really like taking pictures and making videos. I've got quite of few of those. I also have a few trinkets strippers have purchased for me. Most of those items I've kept around on their own merits, not really so much as a trophy or memento. Like the bottle opener mounted next to the fridge on the back porch was a stripper gift, but its there cause I like it not cause she's hot and I like to remember fucking her.
But on strippers not so much. Fortunately it's not so common for them to wear perfume anymore. But back when it was more prevalent and it was awful. Those oil based Victoria Secrets scents were strong and seemed to last forever, infecting anything around it.
I tracked the scent down, it was a Bath & Bodywork’s scent and I think it was called “snowball.” I went and bought everything they had in that scent. Hand sanitizer, lotion, bath soap, they may have even had a candle in that scent. I had convinced myself that smelling that all the time would bring the same euphoric sensation I’d get when I was with that stripper.
It lasted about 2 weeks, then I got sick of the smell and eventually Bath & Body discontinued the scent. It only came out around Christmas when they did make it. Too much of a good thing eventually just becomes too much.
For myself I've said this before but when I'm on the road I just buy a travel size sunscreen spray. I use that now, love that scent it just reminds me of the beach.
I used for awhile green irish tweed by Creed, solid scent.
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@Dolfan the older I get and the more crowded the brain feels, the more I appreciate keeping such momentos to bring back the good times. Good on you for keeping it practical though, it's easy to get weighed down by random shit otherwise.
@shailynn @muddy I think what you're both getting at is that sunscreen with coconut oil smells awesome and is often accompanied by dark skinned beauties. Here's to more of that but definitely anything in excess can be ruinous and it all loses novelty in time. Such is life.
@TheSingularity I wasn't aware this was the only state where strippers don't come scent-free. Lucky me I guess.
@EastCoaster where Paltrow's Goop is concerned, I'd rather spend the rest of my days servicing cocks with minnow than take a whiff.