RE: The Love God Pheromone Blend
11-16-2018 10:24 AM
As requested: The Weeping angel Effect of the Love god: (copy and paste from my journal...sorry about the double posting)
Day 108:
Every so often, when one wears the Love God, the stars or planets...or something...align just perfectly and you become the center of attention of just about every woman around you. This was such a day.
I don't know if it was because I sprayed more than I usually do, due to the cold affecting the sillage, or if it was because I finally had a good hair day, or what. I sprayed about 6 to 7 sprays. At first I went with 5 sprays on my flesh (usual application points); but due to the cold I couldn't smell it all even with my nose close to my skin. I then applied 4 (slightly less than) half sprays on my outer clothing. I guessed just slightly over 6 sprays, 7 at the most, but I'm confident that it was less than 7 sprays total.
I went to a New-Age / Wiccan store for some Yule shopping. These types of places are typically populated by mostly women. Also, as a caveat, these sorts of women are much more my type than the standard Muggles out in the wild.
While i was there, I was not only in high demand from these ladies (does this look good on me?, If you were my boyfriend would you like this as a gift?, I'm thinking about getting my breasts enlarged, what do you think? (my favorite of the evening, by the way); but one would think that i had them tied to me as everywhere I went, there they were. I was even asked out by a lovely little vixen of a witch. I had to tell her that i am currently off the market and show her my wedding band. She looked crestfallen.
I then had to go to the grocery store, and things got disconcerting. Sometimes, this following effect gets surreal. It happened this time. I was being followed by 6 or 7 women that would all hover in my proximity. They didn't say anything, would avert their eyes if I glanced near them, and when I could see them (in my peripheral vision or reflected in the cooler doors), they'd all just stare.
It was like being followed by MILF versions of Dr. Who weeping angels! As soon as I wasn't looking they'd get in real close. If I'd look at them, they'd stop moving and stand there like a statue. Maybe I'm off my usual baseline (intense and insane) but it began to take on an almost sinister vibe inside my overly active mind. I felt like I was being stalked by Nefarious Nancies.
I then went to the self checkout, being followed the entire time (whistling the Dr. Who theme and then humming Me and My Shadow) and the gawk & awe motor mouthing girl was staffing the area. She was severely eye-fucking me the entire time. I've seen other guys on here mention that 'she was eye fucking me' and some others trounce them with "How do you know? Are you sure you just didn't mistranslated that?" I am 100% positive that she was.
When I made to leave she then, after pointedly ignoring the others that were checking out, smiled at me broadly and bade me to have a nice night. She wasn't wearing a name tag and I said "No name tage today, being anonymous, You Rebel!" she laughed loudly and grabbed my arm, stopping me. she then proceeded to motor mouth me and auto-escalate all while inching closer to me.
My inner demon was screaming "Go for it you pussy!" "Do it! Get her hooked on all that is you!" That inner angel is chanting "Noooooo! You promised. Be true." Why the Hell does my inner angel voice sound like Mr. Bill? I did hook her for future fun, if she is so inclined, but I did not reel her in; nor did i get her number.
I then got home and told my wife about what had happened. She replied"Of course they were like that, you're super sexy and you smell great. Why don't we go upstairs early tonight and I'll show you exactly why you married me instead of any of them?" We did, and she did.
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(This post was last modified: 11-16-2018 10:24 AM by Gladen.)
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