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Journal Entry: 1952
Date: 1/18/2016, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Masturbation, Author: RaisinBran, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
1952, June 12th Each time she showers I can smell the steam from the hot water she uses because my bedroom is directly across from the bathroom. It’s always the same kind of odor because it’s always the same kind of soap: Secret Garden, imported from Japan. Tangerine, cinnamon, and vanilla. I know because I checked, and my father happens to manufacture the soap she uses. One time, after she was done, I went inside the bathroom and grabbed the still damp soap bar. I smelled it with my eyes closed, imagining how her entire body must smell the same. She usually showers two times a day, once in the morning before everyone else wakes and again in the evening right before she goes to bed. Fortunately I had my bedroom relocated near the servants quarters, away from everyone else, particularly from the annoyance of my f****y, otherwise I wouldn’t have discovered such comings and goings. A coincidence that her bedroom is located just several doors away from mine. The first time I discovered I could smell her when she showered was about three months ago. I had caught pneumonia, which made me feverish and prevented me from getting any kind of adequate sl**p. I kept waking up every hour or so, sweating and shifting restlessly, impatient and resentful at the unfairness of it all, only to feel inexplicably lulled ten minutes later. Just before dawn I had awakened, as I had done countless times that night, but I think it was more from the smell than it was from the illness. The scent swept ...