So try to eliminate those, but—please don’t try to cover up with scented soaps or deodorants. I’m sorry, but even those of us who are not as tot...lly nuts about pussy juice as I am, do not want to be sniffing—or worse, tasting–scented fruit soap or perfume in your nether regions. The idea here is to get your man to want the taste and smell of your cunt, not the latest Proctor and Gamble product.Once you know that there are obnoxious experiences for him down below, then you need to start stage. I looked at Brandon, and saw a twinge of jealousy in his eyes…this gave me great pleasure because when he got angry or jealous he was always able to dish out the best sex. So, I took my time and devised a plan to get him to do some very dirty things to me. I got up from where we were sitting and told him that I had something to show him. We made our way to the darker side of the park, with him being drug behind me with a confused look on his face. I then walked under a little gazebo and pushed. "My degree finished and I got a First, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to try for a higher degree, so I just looked for ways to earn some money while I wrote. Like I told you before, I'd worked in the Student Union bar at uni, and there's always work in pubs and clubs, which is what I did until the opportunity came up to work in France. I had stayed in touch with Sophie and a few other people, but mainly Sophie, and she told me that her uncle was looking for someone in his publishing company and. She was suddenly conscious of her own sweat, the dirt on her hands, the lank hair that hung in her eyes."Do you want me to hightail it out of here?" His voice grew lower, huskier. His perpetual scowl softening, he searched her face, trying to get a read on her. He looked oddly younger, almost innocent, although Jo had no illusions this man had ever been anything as simple as 'innocent'. His sudden interest made her toe the concrete like a school girl. Something in her hated this two-step, and.