I went shopping today. I bought myself new perfume. Its sweet. Its sweet like candy, but with the tang of a rose. Its a sophisticated scent, but youthful. It smells sweet against my skin. I sprayed it on my chest, and I can smell the sweetness of its scent on the skin of my breasts. My skin feels soft, my hair hangs loosely in on my shoulders and against my hard nipples. My breath is deepening the more I linger within my new scent. I'm still adjusting to this new scent, that will be what I wear for everyday. It makes my heart race. It makes me feel pretty, and sexy. When I sprayed it on my chest, the crystal droplets dampening my breasts, began to make my skin glow. In a radiance of lust, for how my skin and body feel. I run my fingers down myself, sweeping my hair to the side, gently touching the curves and edges of my neck, wrapping my fingers around the chain of my necklace, slightly pulling at it to feel the metal against my throat. I move towards my shoulders, feeling the scars on the shoulder blades and admiring the freckles that sit on the top, kissed from the summer sun. My arms, are strong, with lines of muscle and tender plumpness around my breasts. My fingers glide over my nipples, as a tease. They trace along the stretch marks against my snow white abdominal, feeling my hip bones and brushing against the hair on top of my vulva. I fall deeper into the mattress, caressing my beautifully shaped figure. I inhale deeper, to enjoy the new scent that has become apart of me. The scent my body will be known for. The scent we will orgasm to.