Bio Me

Aromatherapy.

Dan and Jill had been together for almost 9 years. Several years of dating started their last year of college, before moving in together and then a few years of living together. They had a hot passionate relationship that never waned. Because things were going great, they had not made any solid plans or set a date but they both assumed that they would marry and start a family. Some day. Unfortunately, Jill faced pressure from her family, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free'. As an independent woman she was pissed off at being compared to a farm animal, a fat milk cow no less. So, every time the subject of their future could have come up, she got pissed off and ignored it, refusing to entertain the idea even in her own thoughts. It just angered her that as an adult woman in a supposedly enlightened time she was Not allowed to live her life the way she chose.I'll show you! This cow will do what she wants, suck, fuck, get milked.She was fairly slim with a nice rack for her frame. Even though Dan enjoyed tit worship her sweater puppies were hardly udders.

Then covid struck. In the days before testing and vaccines they both got infected, not the best trend to be early adopters on. Dan lost his sense of smell but otherwise had mild symptoms. Jill was not so lucky and was in the hospital for months. She contracted pneumonia and had been on IV antibiotics for weeks before being allowed to return home. At first, she was weak, fragile, and thinner than ever. Even though she now had the body and the gaunt beauty of a runway model, they didn't make love at all for many months. They had both lost friends and family to the pandemic, so they both felt lucky to be alive, especially Jill. Jill spent months adjusting to their new reality. Plus, she had grief over the death of many including her mother while she was in the ICU. She mourned not having the closure of attending funerals, being in the hospital on deaths door for most of the first wave.Did I infect Mom? Did I kill my mother?From the time they got sick until they eventually made love again was almost 12 months. She ate solid food and her gut microbiome gradually got back to normal. She began to regain some needed weight. As Jill slowly recovered her strength and libido Dan realized that something was still wrong. Something was missing. Something very important.

Dan had always adored the way his woman smelled, the skin on her neck, her nipples, her lovely plump nether lips, her thick dark fragrant pubic hair and even her ass. But... She didn't smell the same now. At first, he thought it was his fault, covid had knocked out his sense of smell. It had come back, he could smell food just fine again, but the smell that was most important in the world to him was gone. Was it gone from her or washejust unable to smell her now? It was frustrating. Frustrating as hell. The thing that always got him going about his woman was gone.

He could get it up for her because she still looked hot and acted sexy for him. Physical contact still felt good. They completed the act, but the glorious run-away passion he once felt before covid was gone. Before the sickness, whenever he got close to her, her scent, a fire was kindled in his breast and loins that not only got him hard but increased both of their passion. His and hers. A feedback loop was completed, and his passion fed hers and her response and smell fed his excitement and drove them to great heights of love making and emotion. They had had something very special, something he had never felt with any other woman. Before covid, they made love for hours and he would fill her with his seed multiple times in a long night, now it was one and done. That special something was gone. Jill felt it too, Dan still brought her to climax, but greedy little bitch that she was, she wanted more. Always more. Harder, deeper, again and again. She wanted hm to cum buckets again, in here cunt, in her mouth, occasionally in her ass. She often had dreams of bathing in his spunk like she remembered doing in the past.Did that all really happen or am I making it up in my mind?

Jill didn't understand.What is wrong with Dan. Wrong with me. Are we broken? Am I broken? Is this over?

Dan stewed on this, but they didn't discuss it. They were afraid to voice their fears. Their relationship began to get strained, the passionate love making that had been their greatest bond and safety valve, was gone. Neither one of them wanted to admit to the other that their intimate times together had lost that spark forever and neither wanted to admit that the only thing that had held them together was sex. That seemed so shallow. It was great sex, but weren't lasting relationships built on more? Built on love? They still loved each other but hadn't discussed their future and family for a year, since before the pandemic. They both knew something was very wrong, but they couldn't fully explain it, either to others or themselves. Jill fretted.I need someone to talk to, I think I need therapy.

Dan's friends were for the most part no help. He was afraid to open up about his feelings because his male friends would surely cancel his guy card. His best friend, Mark, listened and decided he had a plan to help. Mark had a lady friend, Monica, who was for lack of a kinder term, promiscuous and a slut. A sweet, beautiful slut, but...

One night, Dan and Mark were out at their usual sports bar. Mark was in his element and Dan had an epiphany. The bar was full of women and the smell of perfume and pussy was overwhelming him. He had flashbacks to better times when Jill came home from work and he ravaged her before she took the shower she so desperately wanted. Some days she resisted but he was so besotted by her personal smell that he went down on her against her protests. "Sweetie, don't! I'm dirty. I Smell!" He would counter with, "You smell. Delicious. I don't want you to shower. Just enjoy." Glorying in the ambiance of the women in the bar Dan began to realize that his sense of smell was intact and something must have changed with Jill. He knew that intense courses of antibiotics could wipe out a person's microbiome. This must have been what happened to Jill. As he sipped his drink and mused, another stronger more exciting scent made itself known to him. A delicate hand with perfect red nails gently grasped his shoulder, a lacquered nail dragged across his neck. He felt an electric shock as if the nail had injected something into his blood stream. Unbidden, Uma Thurman as Poison Ivy came to mind. Guilt shook him and Jill's face filled his mind's eye. Mark's friend Monica, who was a lovely sexy mixed Asian woman slid up behind Dan and draped her arm over his shoulder. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the neck from behind. Dan was surprised and caught his breath before reacting. That breath froze him. She smelled great! His lizard brain went into overdrive, and he got hard almost immediately.

Mark saw the look on his face and grinned. "Dan, meet Monica. She is averygood friend of mine."

"Mark, I didn't know that you had a girlfriend. Why is she kissing me and trying to turn me on?"

Mark chuckled, "It's not like that, Mon is a good friend but not my girlfriend. We have been friends with benefits for years and see each other regularly. We are close but not exclusive. We have a very open relationship. I told her about your problem, and she asked if she could help. She is only doing what she does best. Seductress."

Monica broke into the conversation. "You both know that I am here? Right? And I can hear everything you are saying, do you mind if I speak for myself?

Mark gave them a wolfish grin. "Sorry Mon, please tell Dan what you had in mind."

Monica breathed into Dan's ear and whispered. "Mark told me about your problem, and I thought, 'Mark always said you were a great guy. He told me, 'you had this problem with smell, maybe it was you and maybe it was your lady.' I volunteered to test you by seeing how you responded to my smell. I have been told I smell yummy. She reached around to feel the bulge in Dan's pants and turned him to her for a kiss.

Dan was confused and felt very guilty, but it didn't stop him from being overtaken with lust. Breathing in her scent he almost melted into her as she molded her body around him and giggled at his response.

Monica was pleased with what she felt and tasted and almost got carried away, but pulled back and said, "It looks like it is your lady, as far as I can tell you are responding 100% as I would expect."

The mention of his lady brought Dan back to reality. He offered his hand and stammered. "Nnn. Nnn. Nice to meet you, M.. Mon.. Monica. Sorry to be mauling you like that, but you do smell wonderful."

Monica's eyes sparkled at the praise. "That is so sweet of you to say." She glanced at Mark, who nodded slightly. "Are you busy tonight? Are you guys done?"

Dan blushed deep red. "Not busy but I was thinking I should get home to Jill."

"Jill is your lady? Does she need you? Must you really go home?"

"She just got out of the hospital and is still recuperating. She is doing well and is probably having a glass of wine and getting caught up on her shows. While she was sick I DVRed 150 hours of her favorites. She hasn't been able to go back to work yet but is doing very well. Full disclosure. We have been together for 9 years, and I have never been unfaithful to her. Never even kissed another woman while we have been together. Until now."

Monica looked pensive. "Sorry, Dan. It was just a kiss, Mark didn't tell me you were married. I would never have come on to you if I knew you were married. I'm such a slut! You must think I am an awful person." In Dan's brain the earworm, 'It started out with a kiss, how did we end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss.' Framed his panicked thoughts.

As the wave of guilt washed over him, he pulled back to look in Monica's Eyes. She had a twinkle that was equally attractive. "Don't say that! You are not a slut. I don't think you are awful at all. It's just that I can't be unfaithful to Jill. I could never do that to her."

Monica pondered that before speaking. "OK. Well, I did come here to seduce you, but I am clean and you won't be bringing home any diseases. Your dedication and loyalty are admirable. But I was hoping you would do something to me with this." She said squeezing his erection. "You won't be doing anything to your woman by taking advantage of a once in a lifetime offer. How will she know?"

"Because I would have to tell her."

Mark chuckled, "That's it, I am going to recommend to the board that we pull your guy card. Go ahead. Fuck her, she wants it and so do you."

Catching up with his thoughts on this troubling conversation Dan asked, "Monica, I am not married to Jill. Why would you think that?"

"Well... You turned me down in an instant. That is what a married or engaged guy would do. Or at least should do, but usually don't, you are a rare find. I hope she treats you right and holds onto you."

It was Dan's turn to look reflective. "Maybe we should be married, we never got around to it. Now things have changed, and covid has pushed a wedge between us." Monica looked interested and sympathetic as Dan tried to explain how the spark had gone and that he didn't know what to do.

"So, you think the only thing you two had was the sex and you are thinking of breaking up? Because that has changed?"

"You make it sound so selfish and shallow."

"Not at all, just human nature." Monica took Dan's hand and placed it on her breast. "You really need to talk to your woman and figure this out. Let me know if you call it quits and would like to get together."

"You mean share you with Mark? I don't know about that!"

Monica bristled, "Mark is my friend, but he doesn't own me. I have been looking for my 'one' but haven't found him yet. I keep trying, but so far, no luck." She kissed Dan again and whispered. "Let me know what you decide." Then, all horned up she finished her drink and strutted to the lady's room, appraising the crowd on the way. A tigress accessing available prey.

Dan looked at his phone and frowned, "I'm late, gotta go. Thanks for introducing me to Monica." He dropped a 20 and left.

Jill was moody and desperately unhappy, she suspected that her oh so important personal scent had fled. And it was gone forever. She tried perfumes, scented soaps and shampoos in an effort to rekindle their passion, but nothing worked. Finally, she visited her doctor who recommended that she see a sex therapist. Abby was a rather unusual sex therapist. She taught both men and woman how to respond sexually and had a whole other bag of tricks. The pandemic had hit her business hard since so much of what she did relied on human touch and contact. Buckets of hand sanitizer and masks could have closed her practice. She made do with frequent covid tests. Times had been rough, and she was just getting back on her feet with new clients and was happy to take Jill on.

The first appointment was interesting to say the least. Abby explained, "I am very hands on. Men don't seem to mind but some women balk at my methods."

Jill raised an eyebrow, "How is this different from prostitution? I am confused, and are you a Lesbian?"

Abby looked surprised at Jill's directness. "No!" she giggled. "I am pansexual in my personal life. I am a professional and have my degrees. My work is technically sex work, but I amnota hooker!"

Jill looked shocked and backpedaled. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to imply... this whole business with Dan has knocked me so off center that I can't seem to find my footing. I have no one to talk to and since that is what I am here for, I vowed to say what was on my mind and be honest. This won't work at all if I hold back."

Abby looked pleased and mollified. "That is great! We usually don't get to this point until halfway through our second hour. So, tell me, how do you feel about Dan? What is wrong between you two?"

Jill frowned and looked miserable. "I don't know, the spark is gone. Our spark. He says I don't smell right anymore." Jill explained her illness and current fears to her very approachable therapist.

"That is the problem, but how do you feel about him?"

"I love him!"

"Love him like a soul mate? We need to get to the crux of this. Some women love their man because that man represents security. Some women say they love him because they think they are supposed to. Some tell themselves they love a man so they can cling to them, not wanting to have wasted all the time they have spent together. Does any of that strike a chord?"

"I guess I am the cow that has found her place at the farm and loves it all."

"Cow?"

"Yes. My mother passed while I was in the ICU, but she wanted us to marry and have kids. She often told me, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free'. Something she kept telling me."

Abby looked aghast. "Oh! God! Why do mothers do that to their daughters? I hate that. Look at it this way, if I suggested that you are only with Dan in order to spite your mother. What would you say?"

"That you are wrong. I love him. He is everything to me. My rock. The first person I think of in the morning when I smell the coffee he is brewing for us. The last person I think of when I lay my head down on my pillow. The person I want to share my joys and problems with."

"So, you have discussed this smell and passion issue extensively?"

Jill looked very sheepish, "Nn. No. We haven't really worked it like other issues."

"Because?"

Pouring out a flood of words, "I am afraid! Afraid it is my fault. Afraid I am broken. Afraid I survived covid but have a permanent disability. My life is ruined. Some days I wonder if he would be better off if I had died. Or if I should let him go to find another woman. I am SO confused. So many thoughts fighting in my head." Jill was really sobbing now. The crying escalated into a flood of tears. Once she got started, Jill couldn't stop. Grief at what she had lost, grief at what sheandDan had lost. It went on and on.

Abby was used to patients breaking down, but after ten minutes she finally sat next to Jill on the couch and hugged her. Jill slowly calmed down, and her sniffles subsided. She found Abby's embrace comforting but confusing. Jill felt compelled to nuzzle her face into Abby's neck. She couldn't help thinking,She smells so good, this is what Dan is missing.Jill put her lips on Abby's neck just below her jaw and kissed her. It felt so right, she couldn't stop herself.

Abby took in a deep breath, "Jill, Sweetie, that feels good and so nice."

Jill was feeling lust for Abby that was overwhelming the little voice telling her,'You are not gay, not even bisexual.'And'You are being turned on by a woman! You nasty hoe!'Jill succumbed to her desire and kissed Abby, her therapist, on the lips. Abby was tentative at first, but she quickly made up her mind and things got hot.

They started fondling each other's breasts and moaning. Abby slid her hand inside Jill's yoga pants and found her slick slit. Jill responded to everything Abby did to her. The therapist had cast some kind of erotic spell over Jill. It only occurred to Jill later, when she was trying to sleep and her thoughts wouldn't slow down that Abby really knew her way around a woman's vulva. Jill's legs and thighs parted of their own accord and the other woman's touch sent electric shocks through Jill's entire nervous system as she had a deep and satisfying orgasm gushing on Abby's hand.

Thinking to return the favor Jill reached for Abby's crotch and was surprised to find sopping panties protecting a wet, excited cunt. Jill knew what a cunt felt like since she masturbated frequently but was somewhat startled because normally at this stage of her arousal, she expected to find a hard cock to impale her. This fuzzy but direct line of thought broke the spell and brought her to the realization that she just had and really enjoyed her first Lesbian sexual encounter.

Jill sighed just loud enough for Abby to make out, "Dan, I am sorry I cheated on you. What have I done? I didn't mean to cheat. I am so sorry." Abby backed away and held Jill at arm's length. And smelled her own fingers, they were wet and slippery with Jill's pussy cum but hardly smelled like anything at all. Abby put them up to Jill's nose and asked her to inhale.

"I smell clean and not like anything at all. What should I smell like?"

"That is the problem, now smell your fingers that were in me."

Jill moaned in appreciation, "Ohh! Yum. I want to smell like you."

Abby smiled, "That is the goal, Jill. Now reload your fingers and wipe them on your pulse points and neck like expensive cologne. See how Dan reacts when he comes home tonight."

"If it works, then what? Should I buy a bottle of Abby's essence to use every time I want to make love, or come over for a quick make out session?" Jill giggled.

Abby's eyes sparkled with mirth, "No. Not quite. Let me explain."

Abby had treated several cases like Jill's since the pandemic eased. Personal odor was comprised of Sweat, secretions, pheromones, and a person's healthy microbiome. Science had begun to understand the importance of microbiomes to gut and digestive health. But less research had been done on the microbiome of a healthy sexually active vagina. Abby had been conducting her own research on the subject. It turned out that just as with gut microbiome, a big problem was antibiotics. Extended or intense courses of full spectrum antibiotics wiped out a person's gut microbiome and in the case of some women nuked their healthy vaginal microbiome. Killing their good and attractive smell. The good news was that given time and sexual activity her healthy microbiome would come back, along with normal periods. But the plan was to accelerate the process.