The smell of females

[ScandinavianParticipant 590]

I know there are sexually active guys in this community, so I have to ask; how do you deal with the smell? You know that nauseating mix of tuna and ass sweat that varies in intensity between females during intercourse but always is present. I didn’t have a problem at all with it at 20, but now having crossed mid-30s I feel sick from it. Doesn’t it bother you or do you have some good trick how to handle it?

[SMADParticipant 651]

Scandinavian wrote:

You know that nauseating mix of tuna and ass sweat

I actually proper LOL’ed when I read that in my email and I simply had to stop my work just to answer this post.

As for the good trick to handle it, if I suspect a bit of a whiff, then I recommend showering together so both can wash. To the ladies, they see that as fluffy / romantic and all that s~~~. But really, you are suggesting they stink and need to wash their smashed pasty.

Directly coming out and saying that their punched lasagne is riddled probably won’t work well.

Marriage?  No thanks, i'm not ready to be THAT miserable.

[RoyDalParticipant]

Back in my blue pill days, I didn’t notice. Maybe my dates were obsessive about hygiene. If memory serves, a few of them suggested the shower idea. I didn’t think about it much. My brain was shut off by then.

Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?

[ILiveAgainParticipant]

Gas mask or dive goggles & snorkel ?

When I pay for such a service I expect & demand cleanliness.

Maybe it’s the reason why there are so many ‘feminine’ products on the marked.

Alas not one to stop them bitching.

[Anonymous 29]

Their body chemistry changes as they get reamed out, so like aged cheese they get smellier.

[RebaneParticipant 215]

Mostly no problems. This once I had a specific smell on my hands even two days after sex and I like to wash my hands quite often. Maybe it really was some heavy duty corrosive ass sweat. It sure wasn’t sugar and spice.

[KeymasterKeymaster]

In my day I’ve smelled fishy c~~~s, skunky c~~~s, yeasty c~~~s, p~~~y c~~~s, sweaty c~~~s…too many c~~~s, probably. I’ve inhaled membrane-withering lungfuls of toxic t~~~fumes from vaginas that looked like rats dipped in Vaseline. I’ve borne witness to a stomach-pumping surfeit of swollen, bloody, scabby, mucus-spewing snatches. Too much oozing, malodorous c~~~ caviar, too many hairy hornet’s nests of chickstink. And yet the self-appointed voices of reason assure me that “once you get past the smell, you’ve got it licked.”

How the f~~~ do you get past the smell?

The first thing you’re likely to sniff in this wretched life is a deep, sobbing lungful of your mother’s afterbirth, yet that memory is usually too distant and traumatic to ever have a hope of salvaging. But after one passes the Age of Reason, you aren’t likely to forget the full-frontal face-slap of a rancid pussy, even after extensive psychotherapy. And, if you’re like me, your first indelible whiff of it came via an older friend’s manual digit in the eternal tradition of “Hey, man, smell my finger.”

The older friend’s name was Mike. His girlfriend’s name was Carol. We all wore denim pants and denim jackets. Under a cold nighttime sky set aglow by an aggressively white moon, I sat atop a small concrete wall, waiting for Mike to kiss Carol goodnight. It took a while. He must have rounded first base and headed for third, for after bidding Carol adieu, Mike proudly marched over to me and held his f~~~-you finger an inch under my nostrils. Carol’s afterstench was a heady, almost inebriating snoutful of urine and sea bass. It was there, on that concrete wall, where I concluded that a woman’s vagina could be a place wherein considerable evil dwelt.

Not many years later, in a gesture of male nobility, I was able to proffer my own finger to a younger friend, encouraging him to nasally sample the mucosal femalia from a calamari-redolent Italian girl I’d diddled an hour or so earlier. I had indulged in “heavy petting” with the hairy-lipped wop lass outside her parents’ house in West Philly, dropped her off, and drove deep out into the suburbs-and then took a quick dip in my friend’s backyard pool-before I let him smell my finger. And yet it stank. Strongly.

But perhaps the worst pussy I ever had the displeasure of smelling was attached to an alarmingly overweight woman of Dutch extraction with whom I shacked up during a period when my self-esteem was dangerously low. Once you got past the rolls and rolls of stretchmarked hog fat, there lay her bedraggled pussy, crowned with a sparse reddish thorn bush. Her c~~~ looked like a fat slice of ham swimming in white gravy. Her crotch was a boiling fumarole of noxious emissions, a stinking puddle of snatch-slop. Her discharges were colored a sickly silver, with the gloppy consistency of herring sauce. The smells which emerged from between her bloated, floppy legs ranged from rotted onion to burnt crab to odors which were so fetid, I must force myself to stop thinking of them lest I scream.

If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.

[SMADParticipant 651]

I think Keymaster wins the Internet for today. F~~~ing lol.

Marriage?  No thanks, i'm not ready to be THAT miserable.

[megatoad69Participant 449]

Does that smell wash off eventually, or does it just wear off after a couple days?

The worst pussy smell is like s~~~, or rotten meat.

But most I’ve smelt or licked was of a very delicate, acidic, slightly fish/sweat smell which was quite tolerable and lick worthy.

Word of advice, before you go down there, take the finger dip to nose test, if you gag, don’t lick that hag.

You can't reason with unreasonable, there; women, figured out, there is nothing to reason.

[KeymasterKeymaster]

If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.

[KeymasterKeymaster]

SMAD wrote:

I think Keymaster wins the Internet for today. F~~~ing lol.

Can’t take the credit. It was written by Jim Goad. I first read it years ago and had tears streaming down my face. Probably the funniest few paragraphs I ever read in my life. I actually memorized it and use it whenever some bitch tries that “you’ve probably never been laid” predictable slur.. She will run screaming for the hills – EVERY single time, and I crack myself up in the process.

If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.

[RennieParticipant]

One word.

Yuck…

[Prefer Peace to PieceParticipant 10809]

To mask odors, docs will sometimes apply mentholated vaseline to their upper lip if not wearing a mask. They sometimes will apply a drop of peppermint oil to their mask if wearing a mask.

When I was pursuing the psycho females in my younger days, I would mention the importance of hygiene (less infection, pruritis etc) and they usually got the message without being offended.

[Mango IngawayParticipant 2264]

Scandinavian wrote:

You know that nauseating mix of tuna and ass sweat

Now just try to find one with a zipper on it 😉

It is a common failing of childhood to think that if one makes a hero out of a demon the demon will be satisfied.

[PhantomParticipant 3328]

Keymaster wrote:

Can’t take the credit. It was written by Jim Goad.

LOL, just damn!

Still awesome s~~~, glad you shared it. I actually had to stop eating.

I think I vomited in my mouth a lil’

[Dark KenshiParticipant 2132]

Hey, Key!

Every day that pass I am more and more sure that if you do not work for NSA, CIA or even FBI, than they are losing one HECK of an agent. hahaha

@scandinavian, my brother, I personally never minded the smell, the ones I had always bathed before I arrived in their homes. It was some kind of a “pre-arrangement” with the women I had sex with, because I hated the smell.

The worst to me is to work close to a woman. When they are in their period, the smell of “rotten blood”, c~~~ fluid’s and a very wet environment is the worse “fumes” I have ever had the displeasure to sniff. It leaves a trace of something dead and wet in the air, as if some walking corpse just passed by me, or is standing, sitting or any s~~~ near me.

I can sense this smell far away, so I always know when a woman is on her period, or when they are in their fertile time.

"Young was I once, I walked alone, and bewildered seemed in the way; then I found me another and rich I thought me, for man is the joy of man." Odin, Hàvamàl, stanza 47.

[ILiveAgainParticipant]

@keymaster

After all the s~~~ of the past few weeks ….. this is the first time I have smiled & laughed.

As sickly as that was ……. I’m feeling happy again.

You just never know where the next laugh is coming from ……… even a stinky slit.

Thanks KM ☺

[RennieParticipant]

Mango Ingaway wrote:

Scandinavian wrote:

You know that nauseating mix of tuna and ass sweat

Now just try to find one with a zipper on it

https://youtube.com/watch?v=ku-XoOpXf18%3Fstart%3D1015%26end%3D1025

[DoinMyOwnThing40Participant 1000]

I haven’t dated at all in quite some time. But back when I was dating, I did hook up with a good number of women. Back in my 20’s mainly.

Smell was never an issue except for maybe ONCE. Most girls back then, I actually liked how they smelled. They were clean and kept very good hygiene.
They really did smell good.

Once in a while you will encounter a woman who, even if she keeps excellent hygiene, once she get’s wet, she will give off the worst smell you could ever imagine. The way I can describe it is like a dumpster full of garbage on a 100 degree summer day. I am convinced that there are a few women out there who have terrible genetics that they can not do anything about.

Women are parasites. Each and every last one of them.

[Swen AugustParticipant 373]

I can walk into a crowded room and tell if some gal is PMS’n like a lumber jack. Dated a big German gal that never bathed -she bought parfume in the gallon size. My dog chewed the crotch outta my x bluejeans a few times , I told her it’s because he didn’t want competition sniffing around.

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