The Importance of Smell amongst other things

Beauty is apparently in the eye of the beholder, according to the most famous phrase but apparently sex is in the nose of the lover, according to the Sex Researchers Part Two. The programme was looking at ways to improve our sexual performance and they looked at whether sex could be improved by using your head – techniques etcetera, by taking little blue pills or by thinking about sex, using the most sexual organ of the body – the brain.

Well, clearly as with most things, it is a mixture of all of these things.

Sex is complicated. It is not a single entity. It is not about one single thing. It is not even about two or even three things, which is why I have struggled recently with the old polyamory. Sex is not just about sticking a cock in a cunt. It is about much, much more.
Of course, there are times when it can be just that but I don’t think anyone who wants to experience sex in a positive way can possibly say it is just that. Not only that, whilst some people might even see a fuck as just a simple form of friendship, others interpret this as a commitment, especially if it is a regular event, whereas in actual fact it could be nothing of the sort. Or indeed it may be. Who knows – that is the point because as I said, sex is complicated and because its complexities are rarely discussed between people having sex together, these sorts of issues are never tackled and assumptions one way or the other are made.

Nobody should assume that their view about sex and about engaging in sexual activity is the same as another person’s.

So yes, if sex was just about a physical act, it could be addressed and improved by whole-hearted research and reading of the Karma Sutra, for instance or the “Joy of Sex” and I am sure that there could be some extremely enjoyable sexual experiences in this recreational sort of togetherness.

Not for me though, not now at any rate.

But sex is SO much about the mind, not only in the actual act of copulation but the before, the after and the complications and delights of the emotions that come with this integral part of our lives.

There is no way that you can possibly detach sex from the mind, not if you are going to experience the very best of sex, not if you are going to embrace the true brilliance of the sexual experience.

But it is not just about the physical and the mental. It is not just about positive emotions; there are negative ones too. It is not just about the senses. It is about the feelings, the sensuality, the divine as well.

It is not just about one thing.

Today, I was going to write about the senses involved in sex but I have already done that.

http://zenpuss.blogspot.com/2009/03/sense-of-sex.html

Do have a re-read or a read if you are new to all of this.

However, I would like to spend a little time reiterating the importance of that sense of smell.

“Lovely, I have the smell of lavender on one hand and pussy on the other” said my lover yesterday. What a perfect delight for the first Saturday in July, walking down the street sniffing the true delights of nature. I get a real kick out of the fact that there are times when he will not wash his hands after they have been up my cunt, and I am talking whole hands here. I get a naughty little kick at the prospect of him going into a shop and someone getting a whiff of my cunt as he passes by. I rather like the idea of him shaking hands with people that he meets with my pussy juices lingering on his fingers who have so recently walked their way all the way to the opening of my uterus.
Lovely!

But the smell! Why is it so important and why is it that people do not embrace the smell of sexuality more?

The other day, I had had another profuse eruption of pussy juices all over the kitchen floor. Pushing my panties aside, I straddled a chair with my arse faced towards my lover, who lent over and finger fucked me to my personal fountain. We delighted with our eyes at what was pouring out of me, we revelled in the amazing sense of touch as our body parts connected with rampant and needed sex. We heard one another’s moans of delight and occasional words of encouragement and affection, and as we withdrew from one another, as I pulled my panties back into place, we sniffed the air and realised that the entire room was filled with the glorious smell of sex.

Filling an entire room with the smell of sex is actually terribly exciting, even if you have to get rid of it relatively quickly to ensure the comfort of others who are sharing the house. I mean, it could be a little off-putting to march into a kitchen in order to get a drink and walk in on the most arousing and obvious of smells, particularly if you are not getting any too regularly!

But we do not embrace this part of sex very often, and yet according to the Sex Researchers, it genuinely is such an important part of the whole experience, right from “choosing a mate” through the sense of smell rather than the eye of the beholder.

There is an essence out there on the Internet called Vulva.

http://www.vulva-original.com/vulva-perfume.htm

I really, really want this product. I really want it for me and for my lover. I like the idea of us sharing a sniff as we watch porn together; a sort of scratch and sniff experience.

It was Jonathan Ross on his television programme who first made me aware of this product. Do check out the link. The women advertising the perfume are extremely horny and erotic. So at 25 euros I think it is a mere snip for the enjoyment that you could get from such a product.

I am pretty confident that this Vulva could be sold as the most arousing smelling potion. In fact, perhaps people ought to consider using it instead of smelling salts should a person faint. I am confident that this delightful smell, that we so frequently shy away from, would bring them back to consciousness.

But what I would really like to do is create a way of collecting my own pussy juices in a bottle so that my lover could have a bottle by his bed to top up my panties that he has amassed with the essence of me. I wonder how long you can keep pussy juices before their smell changes into something slightly more putrid. I think it is time that we put this idea to the test, especially as I rather like the idea of him sitting next to my cunt collecting my cum as I spray these juices out of me into a little glass bottle. Yes, that has rather got me going, especially as I can just imagine the extent of his arousal as he is doing it.

Smell is important and we really should not try and mask the fact that we are sexual beings. I frequently drive home from my lovers smelling the essence of him on my hand. It really does do amazing things for me, and I love the fact that we can share this sense without any inhibitions, without any concerns and with a hell of a lot of togetherness in a shared admittance as to how important the smell of sex really is.

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Just a couple of other things that I would like to comment on today.

Firstly, Willhelm Reich was referred to in the Sex Researchers programme. The poor man was dismissed as a complete lunatic due to his sexual experimentation and somewhat quirky views. However, he had some innovative and interesting ideas on human sexuality and he was determined to support all people in their sexual journeys. This has to be commendable on any level.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilhelm_Reich

One of his more famous inventions was the Orgone Accumulator that he felt could be used to treat illness. Essentially what Freud called the libido Reich took a step further and believed that it was an energy, an orgone, that could be captured and put to good use. He could see through his research how valuable and vital sex was to peoples’ wellbeing and he thought that if he could somehow capture this energy, he could contain it and then use it to good effect.

Thus the orgone accumulator was borne.

“In 1940, Wilhelm Reich constructed the first device to accumulate orgone energy: a six-sided box constructed of alternating layers of organic materials (to attract the energy) and metallic materials (to radiate the energy toward the center of the box). Patients would sit inside the accumulator and absorb orgone energy through their skin and lungs. The accumulator had a healthy effect on blood and body tissue by improving the flow of life-energy and by releasing energy-blocks.”

1940. What the hell happens if Reich was correct? What if he had stumbled across the most incredible of inventions? Because nobody seems to have done a damn thing about it since.

Earlier I was talking about smell and how we do not embrace the delights of smells and how a little spot of Vulva could be used to bring some life back into someone who faints. What if this orgone does exist and we are not using this potent energy in our lives?
For those of us who have sex regularly, you know how you feel afterwards. You know that there is an immensely powerful energy that completely overwhelms you. Why hasn’t that been studied? Why hasn’t it been considered? Why haven’t people thought about the potential healing powers of such an energy? It could save the NHS billions if you put depressed patients on a course of Orgone treatement rather than Prozac. I know which one I would prefer, though having said that, I’ll stick to getting a more direct source of orgone energy, straight into my cunt and the air around me as I slumber from my cum.

Whilst watching the programme, it made me remember the children’s film “Monster’s Inc.” where initially these monsters scared the living daylights out of children across the world as the “fear” energy was captured in a specific machine. This was then converted into energy to run the city. Once they realised the errors of their ways, the monsters discovered that laughter was a far greater source of energy and they changed their ways to gather laughter rather than fear.

I wonder if the originator of the story had ever read about Willhelm Reich’s Orgone Accumulator for whilst laughter is a wonderful life-giving thing, it pales into insignificance compared with the positive energy that comes from great sex.

I know that this is not entirely what Reich was saying and he did indeed think that Orgone energy was around us and beyond a mere sexual experience but it does make you wonder.

Here’s to the next generation of sex researchers and let us hope that some bright spark will be able to take his work to the next level.

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And finally, I had the most incredibly erotic dream last night that I thought I might share with my readers. I have no idea where it came from but there I was this morning with a very vivid image in my mind.

For some reason, I was in a sort of dance studio or it could have been a gymnasium. This man was standing next to me asking me to see the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

A female gymnast then came into the room. She wasn’t a particularly stunning looking woman but she obviously had a perfectly beautiful body and unlike real gymnasts she had a decent handful of tit.

She was wearing a tight fitting leotard with a loose skirting in a very subtle peachy pink, with a silky sash. She walked into the room, stood in front of the mats and slid herself down into the most perfect of splits. She stayed there, motionless, holding her position as I gazed in amazement. It was indeed beautiful.

No wait, said my companion, carry on watching.

As he said this, the woman twisted herself around to face us, and did the splits full frontal on rather than in profile. It was then that I realised her leotard was crotchless and I was faced for a split second with the most perfect pussy you could ever have seen; so sweet, so creamy pink, so utterly beautiful.

And then as quickly as she had manoeuvred into that position, she raised her legs and got into the most incredible position where her face was still toward us but she twisted her legs around, forcing her bum right up to reveal her pussy once more; all perfectly formed, like an unfurling rose, tender, untouched and just utterly, utterly beautiful.

It was almost as if her cunt was smiling at us. She said nothing, just performed and showed us this beautiful pussy.

There was no juice running out of it. There was little hair around it. It was such a delicate colour and you could see every perfect fold.

And yet neither of us moved towards her. We simply sat there in complete silence and utter delight at the genuine and natural beauty of this sight.

Truly erotic.

I wonder what sort of orgone energy was coming out of the two voyeurs in my dream, and I wonder what energy was engulfing me as I awoke from this dream. Was I suddenly surrounded my orgone energy? It certainly felt so.