Hello my friends. Here’s a report on one of the best hits I’ve had, to date, wearing pheromones. There’s a few that are close but this one takes it. I mean I get hit on from time to time…but…this is the most blatant sexual hit I’ve had from anyone other than my husband and it’s outta da park. This report centers mostly on this one particular hit. I had others that were good but not like this one and this is already too long, so rather than complicate it further, I’ll leave it at that. You might wanna get a cup of coffee to snort before you start reading.
It’s a lovely day and we attend a family wedding (Wolf’s cousin) late afternoon. Before leaving these are the pheromones we applied…
Wolf -
2 drops Raw Power - spread to sides of neck and under jawline
1 gel pack Scent of Eros - spread to wrists, sides of and behind neck
2 sprays Instant Gentleman - to neck/chest
2 sprays Instant Honesty/4X - both to back of hair
Covered with Dolce and Gabbana
Bella -
6 drops EoW - into a nice blob of Chabochard body lotion slathered on chest, arms, back, and torso
1 gel pack Scent of Eros - spread up inside arms into pits and behind neck
6 drops Extreme Honesty - 1 to each inner elbow spread with wrists, 2 drops spread behind shoulders and back of neck, 2 drops spread between shoulder blades with Wolf’s wrists
We arrive at the church for the ceremony and everything goes as expected. The bride is beautiful and the groom is handsome. Everybody’s in a great mood…they laugh, they cry…you know the drill. The perfect wedding. In that type of crowded high keyed atmosphere it’s difficult to zone in on all but the most blatant hits. You’re in a church and anyone you do speak to is just in passing…you greet and take your seats. Not much time to effect anyone but the people you’re seated closest to. And even if they are effected they’re pretty self controlled in that atmosphere. So I apply a base coat (above) of a few longer lasting pheromones but not all that I intend to wear. Later that day, before we attend the reception I add more, as I know I’ll have much better opportunity to circulate and stay in proximity of people in the more relaxed atmosphere of the party part of the program. When the ceremony ends the wedding party takes a rented luxury bus, have bar will travel, to a nearby park for photos. We opt out of heading to a lounge with the relatives to kill a couple hours until the reception…too much drinky, too early, for Bella. We don’t live far from the church or country club where the reception is being held. So we head home to put our feet up, chill, and watch a movie. Right before we head back out we apply…
Wolf -
2 sprays Instant Shine/2X to back of hair
Bella -
2 sprays Instant Sexiness/A - to neck/chest
3 sprays MX135 - 1 to neck/chest, 1 to each inner arm
5 sprays EST/83mcg - 1 to neck/chest, 1 to each inner arm, 1 between shoulder blades, 1 to back of hair
4 sprays TAA/7.5mcg - same as above
2 sprays Instant Honesty/4X to back of hair
All cough covered beautifully with Chabochard.
We get to the country club, park the car and as we extract ourselves see cousin-in-law Tommy and his son Ryan walking towards us. Nice to see you, hugs and kisses all around. We walk towards the building together Wolf talking with Tom and me with Ryan. Ryan is leaving for college next week so we talk about that. He says he’s missed me as we haven’t seen each other since his graduation party two months ago. Everyone always says what a shy kid he is, funny, he’s never that way with me. But he did surprise me when he asked me, out of the blue, to save him a dance. “I’d love to.” Before we get to the entrance we see Wolf’s cousin Kathy and her husband Dr. Ed pull in the drive. They’re hollering out the window and waving so we excuse ourselves from our present companions and head over to their car. Kathy wants to get out so she doesn’t have so far to walk because she had knee surgery several weeks ago and is still recovering. As Wolf helps her from the car she tells him he looks like a movie star…lol. Well he does look fine wearing the beautiful black suit, white shirt and gorgeous tie Bella bought for him. Frankly, with his shades on he looks more like a sexy FBI agent to me. Hey, he can look like an FBI agent if I want him to. Ed will meet us inside after he parks the car. We enter, wait near the doorway, and Ed joins us. We find the bar and Wolf goes to get drinks for all but Ed, a coke for him, he’s got a lot of driving to do so he’s not drinking today. While we’re waiting for Wolf to return Kathy takes off to talk to some others and I’m left standing, by the baby grand, with Ed. He’s looking me up and down as he asks what I’ve been up to. Says it’s great to see me and he’s been looking for the opportunity to get to know me better. 
Here’s a little background about Dr. Eddie so you have an idea where we’re both coming from. I’ve known him as long as I’ve known Wolf and that’s over twenty years. Up to this point he’s had a very active career as a cardiologist and has been too busy to attend many family functions as they also live in Maine. So Kathy, a former Miss New Jersey, usually comes alone and stays to visit relatives for a few days while she’s in town. But now he’s semi-retired, in his late fifties, and does mostly teaching and research so things have somewhat slowed down for him. I already knew, Wolf told me long ago, back in the day he had quite the reputation as a lady killer and had his share of nurses, interns and affairs before he married Kathy. He still has his good looks and is tres fit from playing tennis daily. He also keeps himself busy with, as I found out later, his hobbies model trains and jazz piano.
So Wolf comes back with our drinks, and excuses himself to find Kathy to deposit hers, leaving me with Eddie. He proceeds to ask me questions about myself, where do I work, where did I go to school, what are my hobbies, saying he wants to know everything. He tells me how beautiful I am, how young I look and the only reason he came today was because he knew I would be there. While he’s saying this he very lightly runs his fingers down my arm…from shoulder to wrist. Now, I’m used to routinely being touched by people during conversations, you know, the touch on the arm or back thing? Wolf returns and Ed starts giving him the business about me…how did you get this beautiful girl…blah, blah, yadda yadda. I say I’m the one who’s lucky he even looked at me…as I slip under Wolf’s arm and he draws me close holding me about the waist. Ed says he’s sorry for monopolizing me and that I probably want to talk to others. I smile and excuse myself and go to the ladies room as an excuse to move away and leave Wolf with him. When I come back everyone is heading into the dining room for dinner and dancing later. Wolf has the place cards and as we approach our table it’s filled except for three seats. Yes, we’re all sitting at the same table with other cousins of the bride. Kathy is seated with the three open seats to her right and pats the one next to her for Wolf to sit in. It doesn’t matter what the occasion whenever Wolf’s around Kathy wants him next to her. Np for me. He’s her favorite cousin and they rarely see each other accept at family functions like this. So, Wolf sits next to Kathy, Ed next to Wolf and me to the right of Ed and cousin-in-law Mark, an accountant, to my right. Got that? The table is huge and we’re all having trouble being heard over very loud music even having to move in close to the person we’re seated next to, to be heard. Why must they play so loudly during dinner? It’s so annoying when you’d like to converse. You can blast me out after dinner, thank you.
While we’re waiting for dinner to be served, I notice Mark is busy texting next to me and seems happy to amuse himself with that for the moment. So I’m stuck with Ed and the conversation continues. He says last time Wolf came to visit them, in Maine, I didn’t come with him. I said Wolf was there on business and besides I wasn’t invited. He said that I was always invited and we must come up and go to the island with them. Yes, the man owns an island. I know. He leans in close telling me that I seem to have it together and now that he has more time on his hands he’s having trouble adjusting and not sure how to progress from here after practicing surgery for so long. We get into a deep discussion about how it’s not been easy for him to step down after such a long time in the saddle. I tell him people are so much more than the sum of their job/career and his problem is that his whole identity is wrapped up in being a surgeon, it’s been his whole life to the neglect of everything else and now here he is. He’s used to people being in awe of him…being admired and adored for his accomplishments. (See, I’m in the doctors are people, not Gods, camp. I was taught at a very early age. I have doctors in my family. They’re just people to me. So I’m not in awe and I make no apologies.) It’s unusual for Ed to meet someone who doesn’t fawn all over him and today’s his lucky day and, boy, he seems to like it. He’s enraptured. I go on. I tell him that even though it’s who he’s been it’s not necessarily who he is anymore and that it’s necessary for him, at this time in his life, to ease his way out and to direct his energy toward other satisfying worthwhile pursuits. Nobody is Top Dog forever, time to pass the baton. He admits to having difficulty with that but says he’s working on it. I suggest, only half kidding, that he take a up ballroom dancing. The man can’t take his eyes off me. He keeps leaning back in his chair assessing me and adjusting his glasses…lol. His fingers are grazing my arm over and over again, as we talk, and have moved to my back. He’s also begun to touch my hair, from time to time, stroking it like I’m a Persian. It’s really making me uncomfortable. I keep looking to see if anyone else at the table is noticing what’s going on here. Nada. Not that I can see. The music, as I said, is so loud people are leaning in and trying to concentrate on who’s speaking next to them let alone paying attention across the table. So apparently no one is seeing anything. After coffee and dessert is served I feel his hand on my thigh under the table as he slides it down to my hand and then embraces my hand in both of his. 
You’d never know it to look at me, but I’m having a absolute conniption…seriously. I feel like I’m not even in my own body here. I feel like this is a dream and is not really happening. I smoothly extract my hand and reach for my coffee on the table. He moves back in his chair looking at me and says * Hold onto your hat Nellie! … “I’m so attracted to you and I think you must feel the same way.” Wait, there’s more. " I never thought I could feel this way again. I’m so excited to be with you." Holy FCK! He didn’t just say that. I must be having an audio hallucination. This isn’t happening.
I swear I feel like I’m having an out of body experience. Hovering over the scene, looking down at what’s happening like watching a scene from a movie. I see Wolf sitting there, so happy, enjoying his cousins and the party. He and Kathy oblivious to what’s been going on with Dr. Ed. There’s more…he goes on! “Would you meet me in Philly for dinner?” Huh, wah..? “I mean, I don’t know what excuse I could use for going there (uh huh, yeah, let’s see… Penn, Graduate, Hahnemann, Einstein…no, no excuse…no teaching hospitals here. ) but I’m sure I can arrange it.” Huh..? I say, “I’m flattered Ed, but I could never do that. Never ever ever.” “Oh, I understand, it’s just that I’m so attracted to you and I was just thinking…now I suppose you’re going to tell.” I say, “Oh no, don’t worry you’re secret’s safe with me.” Normally you can take that statement to the bank. I’m a woman of my word. But I would never keep something like this from Wolf. It wouldn’t be cool. (I could tell you stories, and maybe some day I will, of what can happen when a friend makes an unforgivable pass at your wife.) And I’m certainly not covering for that scum bag. A scum bag who has no respect for his wife, his family, for Wolf, for me or even his pathetic self. What a fcking ego! If this was under any other circumstance I wouldn’t care what anyone would think when I grabbed his hand, that he placed on my thigh from under the table, and said, "What the hell man…I know* you didn’t mean to rub my leg and grab my hand under the table did you?" That’s what I’m thinkin’. I also know why I didn’t. I also know on the ride home I have to tell Wolf. Not exactly looking forward to that part of the program. Next thing I know Wolf is standing behind my chair with his hand on my shoulder asking me if I’d like another drink. “Yes, PLEASE.” At this moment, after all this, Ed says to Wolf. “I just asked your wife to run away with me, just so you know”. Wolf takes it as a joke. I know now is not the time to tell him anything. And off he goes to get drinks. Mkay.
I take the opportunity to slide my chair over closer to Mark. Mark is shy and extremely reserved, but will open up if you engage him. So I do. I pull my chair closer to him to get a better look at some pictures that are being passed around. I ask him what he’s been up to lately and he tells me he’s just finished a painting he’s been working on. He pulls out his phone and shows it to me among others. My goodness his work is good! Who knew? I knew he dabbled but I had no idea he was so talented. I say it’s so hard to see at only 2" and I’d love to see them in person. He immediately invites me to come over any time to view his work. At this point my back is to Ed with my attention focused on Mark. We’re facing forward sitting with our backs to the table and are watching a young man, about twelve years old, work his way into a bevy of dancing twenty somethings with aplomb. Smooth kid we say, doing better with the girls than the big boys…lol. Anyways at this point I notice Ed seems a little agitated that I’ve turned my attention to Mark. He’s fidgeting in his chair and looks almost annoyed. Then he leans over and asks me to dance when they get around to playing a slow song. I glance back say sure and turn back to Mark as I have no intention of ever dancing with Fast Eddie. After a few minutes I excuse myself and go the the ladies room again where I run into Kathy who asks me if I have some lipstick she can borrow. Of course I have lipstick, a little compact that has six shades in fact. I hold up the little pallet to see which will match her outfit best, go to hand it to her and she says, “You do it”. So I stick my pinky in the pot and literally apply it to her lips. I reach over to grab a tissue and I feel a hand on my back, she’s tucking in my bra strap saying, “We can’t have that…you look so perfect”. I thank her, she thanks me and flits out the door. Mkay, so here I am in the john. I’m hiding from Dr. Ed to avoid dancing with him. I know he and Kathy have to leave soon as they have a three hour drive to where they’re staying. I finally leave the ladies room and see Wolf talking to other people by the dance floor. I also see Ed making a bee line for me. So I grab Wolf by the hand and almost drag him to the dance floor. He’s looking at me funny and says I must really wanna dance. I tell him I just want an excuse to rub up against him in public. 
We’re dancing and I can feel Ed’s eyes burning a hole in me. I keep hoping they’ll just leave. We go back to the table and Ed walks up to me saying he’s sorry we didn’t have the chance to dance but they have to get going. Thank God. He reaches in his pocket, pulls out his card and hands it to me. We bid them adieu. Wolf leads me back to the dance floor and in short order I realize I’ll be driving home…his hand on my butt is a good indication…lol. After a couple more dances we decide to pack it in, say our goodbyes and head out. We get to the driveway and Wolf’s Aunt Jo is there. She’s eighty years old and makes me look dull…lol. Seriously. She’s sharp, witty, a sophisticate from the main line, but so down to earth you’d never suspect and full of life. I love this woman. I walk over to her car to say goodnight and she embraces me. “Bella, you’re so cute honey, I just love you.” She looks down at my breasts, lightly cups her hands one to each side of them and says. “These look good”… moving to my waist… “this looks good”…and touches my face saying…“Do you have a picture of Dorian Gray in your closet?” Ah…a…I kiss her laughing and say…" No, I actually have Dorian Gray himself in there." If only. Let’s face it she’s eighty…anyone under sixty looks like a kid to her.
I drive home and on the way tell Wolf everything. He’s listens without saying much. I say, “Honey, you know that I didn’t…” He says, “God no, I know my girl, that scum bag, I’ll kill him.” Wolf and I trust each other. I never worry about him that way, nor he me. We get home and sit in the living room and talk about what happened. He asks me some questions and then says when/if Ed calls me, I should make a date to meet him. Uh oh…I know where this is going…and he’ll show up with two of his fire fighter buddies. Jeff, all by his little self, is 6’5" 335lbs…and Jimmy?..Jimmy could scare the crap outta Stone Cold Steve Austin. 
Despite what happened with Ed it didn’t slow Wolfie down, at all. I didn’t even have time to take my jewelry off before he was all over me. I’d say he was extra attentive…no complaints from me. 
If this wasn’t report wasn’t already so long I’d tell ya about me and Johnny smokin’ in the bushes. We pretty much do this every time we get together…weddings, funerals, barbecues…lol. While I’m married to Admiral Wolfie, poor Johnny, is married to Hitler…his pet name for his wife, Joycie…lol. The two of us are like a couple of bad kids when we get together. It’s a logistical conspiracy, but we manage to pull it off every time. But only 'cause he listens to me. Tommy, also smokes, and often serves as lookout on our little excursions into the trees. I love Johnny. If left to our own devices we could get into some real trouble, but that’s another story.
Truth is I was so busy trying to keep my head and Dr. Ed under control that I only payed attention to other hits during the time when we first entered the club, and frankly all others paled in comparison.
Well this is way to long but I didn’t want to leave out any pertinent information. Whew. I need a drink just goin’ over all this again. I finally got over being sick about it. Now I’m just disgusted.
My ego’s been getting a pretty good work out lately. Next report…same mix…bar mitzvah. Oy.
Bella
I put some effort into that report and I really appreciate it! And thanks for the reps! 