I slowly brought her panties to my nose, closed my eyes and inhaled. Her scent hit me like a gentle sea breeze. I could almost sense a floral scent, or was is just my imagination? Was I just a mammal engaging in a banal sexual act, or was I greeted by the sacred perfume of a Goddess?
The vulgar man sees only boobs and ass. The gentleman is more subtle than that. His favorite parts of a woman are her voice, her smile, her feminine body language, the contours of her curves, the ways her hips move when she walks and the outline of her back when she sleeps.
"A woman is like a hidden treasure, With many surprises and secret spots of pleasure,
A seductive enigma that awaits to be uncovered,
Her layers peeled and gently discovered,
A man who knows how to treat a girl,
Will find his way to the secret pearl,
Kiss her softly and stroke her tender flower,
You might just be greeted with a magic shower..."
"The vulva hides like a closed tulip, and opens up like a beautiful rose...
With seductive fragrance and intoxicating scents, its sacred nectar abundantly flows..."