There was this girl that always had my attention.
She seemed so shy and cute.
Whenever I was near her I could smell strawberries.
The scent consumed me.
Sparing the details I managed to go over to her house. She showed me her room and even her bedsheets smelled like strawberries.
We became quick friends but the scent of strawberries lingered in my nostrils until I couldn't take it anymore.
I abruptly pinned her to her bed straddled on top of her. Running my hand through the back of her hair digging my face into the crevice of her neck.
She really had a natural aphrodisiac of strawberries that had driven me mad.
It wasn't long before I found myself kissing her neck and running my hands all over her body.
My mind still racing over the scent of strawberries. It wasn't strong or overpowering it was sweet and subtle that you could only detect when in very close proximity to her.
And she allowed me to be that person.
I pushed up her shirt and pulled down her pants surprised to find that even her stomach and thighs had the lingering scent on them.
"Mmm, strawberry you are so beautiful, I love you."
"What did you call me?"
"Strawberry."
"Why?"
"You smell like strawberries."
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RandomJust a small story I am making. I'll write here if I want to write something but can't turn it into a story. Or if I'm feeling upset and want to write something. No scheduled updates. No grammar checks. No chapter can be too short or too long. Cha...
