So this is my report of last nights test run of 25 mcg TAH, and 20 mcg MEO-EST, 25 mcg P83, a dash of -NONE and a pinch of TAK all fixed with my own blend of Essential Oils.
My EO blend contains REAL sandalwood, the kind that’s very rare and tough to come by. One tiny drop of this stuff and it invigorates the senses, entices the mind to erotic bliss and is noticed by everyone, everywhere I go. I rarely use it as it is so rare and damn expensive. I found a dealer once and remember telling Jazzylicious how amazing it was. We compared notes and apparently it just happened to be the same supplier they were buying it from. You know if AD is buying it, its the best.
I mix that with vanilla oil, nutmeg oil, Black Pepper oil, cinnamon bark oil, patchouli oil, lemon grass oil, a smidgen of Jasmin (the oil silly) and of course amber oil. Of course I also add Black wild deer musk and amber grist It’s delectable and whenever I wear it alone I swear I get almost as many hits as with mones. Add some good pheromones and a drop of my EO combo into a to go and let it ferment in a dark cool place. I usually let mine sit for a good solid month. Crazy, but by the God of all thing Essential Oils, Ornamental Iron, Applesauce, and really cool Jewelry (Only the cool stuff the other stuff is under the God of Turnips, used tires and uncool jewelry) its the best smelling stuff I have ever made.
Last night was the first night I decided to use this concoction as it’s been sitting idle in a storage container, oh I would say about 6 months. When I cleaned up the other week I found a bunch of molecules I’m going to be testing again just for giggles, silliness and perhaps a touch of profound discovery in a world gone mad. I’m single again and so I have been going through an old shoebox full of collected numbers written on the strangest of articles. There was a lip stick written bar flier, business cards, coasters, a pair of panties (surprisingly enough I didn’t remember that one), a mirror with sharpie, and just an assorted bundle of weird stuff. It brought to my attention the strange occurrence of women using bizarre items to pass along a number. Seemed almost hopeless really! Most of the time, if I’m not dating someone that is, I just have them put their number in my phone and then take their picture. If I get a number and put it in the box, there must be a reason right?
It was Monday night, I didn’t want to go to BuckyStars and I was bored. Suddenly like a bolt of lightning, I was struck with the idea of calling my ex. I had spoken with her the other day on the phone briefly. She was calling to just check in on me (LOL she is so cute when she clearly was thinking of me). Apparently she had broken up with the dude she was dating. So you’re calling for a booty call then? Stop it SteveO or I’ll hang up. I pushed and she reminded me that I was the one who broke up with her because of her seeming lack of maturity. Who was the one acting like an adolescent now Stephen James (She called me that when she gets agitated)?
I wasn’t sure how far I should go with it at the time so I let it rest and said I’d call her again. Last night was the purrrrfect opportunity. I gave her a ring-a-ding-ding-jingle on the celle. She agreed rather quickly to meet up for some coffee. She insisted that I promise not to wear any mones, since my little farmers daughter was very sensitive to that and she wasn’t going to allow me the pleasure of F*ing her! I love when she talks dirty to me 
. Of course as I mentioned this was a great opportunity to test out the mones I had sitting around purely for scientific purposes. I don’t know why, maybe she was thinking it was a safe zone, but we met up at BuckyStars. When we get there, I think my local baristas, were completely awe-struck when Beth walked in. She is modelesque and everyone knows her for her beauty, but also because she is super sweet, except to me. These BuckyBrats didn’t know I dated her for a looooong time and when they finally put it together they were shocked.
I get a coffee and we sit down by the fire-place, but it was warm out so it was not lit. Typical of Monday there, we were the only two in the place. Then Beth took a whiff and was like OMG, Stephen James, are you wearing pheromones? I was like what makes you think so? She said I knew damn well how she reacted to them and she was reacting. I smiled and said I was guilty and deserved to be punished. So they built a new Holiday Inn Express right across the way that I’ve been meaning to check out. The rooms are very nice (no hot tub, but the title was glitter).
Well I won’t fill you in with the “good stuff” but here is something I found quite funny. Hell yeah we still have that spark! No that’s not what was funny, I was just bragging there 
, but guess what I smelled on her neck, right behind that tiny little elfish ear of hers? Isexi B in chocolatini. That little vixen had planned it all along, and it was evident by what she was wearing. I aint talking bout the jeans either. She was expecting to be seen and out of all the girls I have had an experience with she is just to gorgeous. I still fucking love her too. :o She had a bag of goodies too. Whip cream, chocolate cherries and “stuff!” I brought a bottle of Erotic Massage Oil with pheromones and warming agent. I make it myself and its incredible. I guess we both kind of expected this.
I will say that the combo was deep and not just slathering around groping and pawing at each other. It was to be expected by two lovers, in love, but separated by fate (or a big dummy named SteveO). It would have been justified to spend at least the first time to just go at it. Nah, it was like time had not elapsed. We were two old lovers, we knew each other, we were slow, deliberate, passionate. It was really quite the contrary to the lust we both felt and was more along the lines of love. I felt her quiver in my embrace, I watched her eyes roll back, I felt her give herself completely to the experience. It was our experience and wow was it good.
We are broken up, we are deeply in love, we moved on, we complete each other, only time will tell, tell what though? Ahh the conundrum of life. And like sands through the hourglass, these are the days of our lives.
DID YOU JUST SERIOUSLY SAY THAT…ROFL