Scent memory struck me this morning as I brewed coffee. What an incredibly powerful way to remember. Apparently, scent is the longest or most lasting sense that ties to memories.

When Scent Becomes Grief

When I was taking care of my former father-in-law who was dying in a very short 3 months time from the time of his diagnosis, the hospice nurse advised not to eat our favorite foods, or wear our favorite scents. “Don’t burn candles you enjoy smelling.” She mentioned as she gave me supplies to help take care of him between her visits. “Don’t eat your favorite foods during this time.” Packing up her bag, I nodded but she could see my bewilderment. “You’ll always associate the scent with this time, with his dying.” She shared in her quiet voice.

I nearly wrote “sometimes” but the truth is, I OFTEN ask Guru not to bathe. I love His scent. When We were first Together, He gifted me His blue shirt after working out in it and traveling all day. It was one of Our weekends Together. He flew in, I picked Him up at the airport, We were Both very shaky and as He wrapped me into His body, feeling His heat and heartbeat for the first time in many months, I drew in His scent. Powerful. Strong. Constant. Secure. Sexy. Alpha.

Laundry Days and Longing

I still have that shirt. It will occasionally get washed, He does the laundry after all and will suggest, “Maybe blue shirt needs to get washed this week?” To which I always disagree and only if it’s really terrible smelling or bothering Him, I will resign and say, “Yes Guru.” As I hand it over to Him, shoving it into my face once or twice more before I reluctantly give it over.

Monday, We returned from Our trip to Chicago, arriving back home in Arizona after a 30 hour drive across country. He put on His blue shirt for me on Tuesday and wore it until He finally said, “it’s terrible, Mine.” And I dove into His chest, shoving my nose into His armpit. “It’s perfect, Guru!” I sighed. He wore it to “recharge” it for me. I had at some point mentioned it was losing it’s potency and He paid attention, then wore it without me asking Him to. He takes very good care of me that way.

Laundry days are the worst though. I never know if blue shirt will need to get washed. If He wears it, I’m good for another week! This is the day He recharges His scent for me on His shirt. I love looking up and seeing Him wearing it. The blue makes my heart skip a beat. He first wore it in a Marco in 2023. He was living His RV Life, traveling and said simply into the camera, “Come and sit with Me, sweet little thrall. I’ll pat your head and put you in your lotus, next to Me. Maybe sitting outside in nature like this, and just Be Together.”

That was the first day I saw Him wearing His blue shirt and fell in love with Him instantly. I shared my love of Him in that shirt and He wore it for me that first time He flew in, and additional times to visit too, until He gifted it to me after wearing it for a very long, sexy, hiking weekend. It was saturated with His pheromones and I kept it in a zippered bag for a very long time, wanting to hold the scent.

Devotion, Desire, and Permission

I’d open that bag, touch myself, smell Him, and whisper my plea to Him to please allow me to cum, as is Our way.