The Pheromone Experiment!

The Pheromone Experiment!

Bottle of sex, magic attraction spray. There is a lot of names for pheromone infused scented sprays.

Also, a lot of myths. As of today, I’m going to be wearing one for 14 days, just to see the effects and put this whole myth to rest. After all what harm could to do to seem more attractive for the next 14 days. Everyone wants to feel more attractive and if this stuff works as, it says. I’m going to be a stud!

So, the good foundation for research is facts. So, I have done my back ground checks on what hormones do and what kind are effective. So, the difference between a hormone and a pheromone is that hormones are inside the brain and affect us internally, while a pheromone is something external. When its detected by the pheromone glad, it affects us internally. as it turns out there are 2 types of pheromones. Plant based and synthic human. The plant based is no different from essential oils. Like lavender oil. When we smell it. Even if we don’t like the smell, it triggers a response in our body’s.   s for the human based it dose the same thing but it’s a bit more effective.   s humans are naturally more
attracted to other humans. As it turns out wearing this won’t turn me into a sex god, but constant use will make my body to admit more sexually attractive pheromones. Kinda a way of telling everyone “i am here, I am ready to mate” without words. It potently will help me relax and inspire, confidence and rase
myself esteem. Only time will tell

I had a look at some of the ones we had in stock at Penrith. The hardest part was choosing. Clearly, I’m going for the more effective one. I set to work on looking at the ingredients. I’m no chemist so I picked the biggest word on the ingredients list and I looked up what it is and where it’s from. The only one I
could find out information for is LURE you & me. Chose this as it has a synthetic pheromone,  androsterone (an inactive male sex hormone produced by metabolism of testosterone). This is found in humans, truffles and pigs. Sounds funny but I found out pigs and humans have a lot in common (in a chemical sense).

To have a successful experiment we need 3 things: control (the constant in the experiment), variable (The things we change to see the results), and in independent variable (the thing we measure). My control is the spray and how many days I’ll be wearing it; my variables are the places I go and my independent variable will be my interactions with people. To get the best results out of this I’ll be living out my day-to-day life. Going to the shops, going to work and going out 1 night a week. With all that out the way let’s begin!

 

MY SELF TRIAL RESULTS

Day 1:  I found some people to be a bit friendlier, as in small talk at the super market or bus stop became more common.

Day 2: I found myself feeling a bit more confident. I found I was feeling more attractive in genral. Still the same people where easier to talk to.

Day 3: I found favors easier to ask of others. Everyone seemed to be more agreeable around me and listen to what I said a bit more.

Day 4: I can’t really see any more improvement from day 3 I feel like this has peaked for how other are
affected, as for myself. I just felt like it was easier to talk to other and like I wanted to meet people.

Day 5: I found myself actually wanting to meet someone. Thinking about how to achieve that. People
were their normal friendly selves. No one I noticed was all that flirty just all friendly and easy to talk to.

Day 6: I found my confidence was really high, I felt like I could talk to anyone about anything. I found a few people were side eyeing me but nothing more than that

Day 7: since day 3 I have been having constant dreams about meeting people. I didn’t think it was

related but these are reoccurring. For someone who doesn’t dream often, it’s strange. I also seem to be compelled to talk to others.

Day 8: I think this spray is affecting my own mental state then others, not really the point of wearing it,
it’s like its back firing. I find myself talking to others more. It’s strange for my personality. So, I did some
more looking into it. The spray does not make you more attractive to others. Science has not found that
pheromone in humans. Instead, it activates the social part of our brain and helps us to relax. I can see
how this can help us meet someone. Even after learning this, I’m going to continue my experiment.

Day 9: knowing that it doesn’t actually make me more attractive didn’t affect my confidence at all. I
really felt like I could talk to anyone. I even went out of my way to talk to people I normally wouldn’t

Day 10: I’m honestly getting sick of smell but I love how confident I feel, I even been sleeping a little better. I didn’t really go much this day so there wasn’t anything to report

Day 11: after wearing this around the family I live with I noticed that my dad has become a lot chattier,
mum too. I can see how this can help you talk to someone you spend time around but never really talk
to.

Day 12: I headed out to the local club with my friends, after spraying it on them I noticed that even our mate who doesn’t talk often was talking to lots of people. He was talking to love of people and even met a nice girl who he exchanged numbers with him. It was a nice change of pace for him

Day 13: after spending sometime around the local lake someone started to talk to me and we talked for hours. Ended in exchanging numbers and plans to meet again

Day 14: these 2 weeks flew by fast; I actually feel a lot better talking to people. I find with my new found
confidence it’s easier to make people laugh. I feel little happier and just enjoy social settings more than I
did before

Results:

the spray didn’t turn me into some kind of super hunk, I didn’t become more attractive. Neither did it increase others interests in me. It did how ever make me feel more confident. They do say confidence makes you more attractive. So, if you’re the kind of person that struggles to talk someone, you’re interested in. This is defiantly for you. Using it will not make you the sexiest person in the room but will make you feel that way, it’s up to you how you use it. I really believe others to try it from themselves. After all only way we grow is to try something new!

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2020, An End In Sight

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I think we can all agree that 2020 has been a flaming mess, we started the year with most of the country on fire, and it was downhill from there.

I remember New Year’s Eve being a wonderous night, I came in to 2020 sober, bouncing from house to house being surrounded by those I loved most. I spent midnight with my two best friends at a party just realising I have surrounded myself with people who  are truly a light source in this world. (Even without a relationship anywhere on the horizon I know I’ve met two soulmates in those two, shoutout to Peter and Charley for being my missing pieces). I remember thinking how maybe 2020 will be my year and how I’m going to get my life sorted and settle down… It didn’t quite happen, as we all have at some point I got played (but did have some incredible sex so that’s a plus I guess?), and got played again.

Then, of course, we got hit with COVID-19, as most did I thought “Oh, we’ll look down for a few weeks and then we’ll be fine”, we’ll it’s 8 months later and we’ve just gotten hit with another round of lockdowns. I lost my job at the start of the pandemic, which is awesome, I had just taken out a loan, literally was starting to get on my feet again and 2020 absolutely destroyed me.

I started an Onlyfans, which hasn’t just been beneficial financially, I’ve found my power, I’ve harnessed my sex appeal into something that’s beneficial to me. It’s removed the need to be validated by men in the real world, I was basically at a point where as long as I was getting some kind of attention from men, whether physical or otherwise (let’s be real, it’s mostly physical, men have not been good so far haha). Now I don’t care for that, men need to be in it for more than sex, because there’s men paying good money for my nudes online and they validate me far more than a Tinder hookup ever could. It’s reminded me the kind of person that I am, and that I’m more than just a warm body, if a men wants my time they better be serious about more than sex.
It’s also gotten me more in touch with my own body, I know what I like, I know how to please myself better than I ever did before because I have to do it quite a lot more often than I did before. (And if the men are paying and I have to do it, I may as well enjoy it!).

I also started working for the Oh Zone adult stores, which has been one of the best decisions of the year, it is such a fulfilling job, spending the last 6 months being able to help people in such an intimate way, hearing the stories of peoples lives, their sex lives, and journey’s to discovering their kinks and fetishes. Having people come back and get excited to give you feed back, our regulars coming back to tell us what’s been happening in their lives and how their sex toys are going.
I’ve worked for quite a few companies that have been “customer focused” but not actually been, but with this work it’s all about making people happy and comfortable and I love it, I couldn’t ask for a better job.

 

I guess what I’m saying is 2020 has been terrible, it’s been such a hard year for myself and so many others. Having to be isolated, people being away from their partners, the immunocompromised, all those (like myself) who have lost their jobs, it has well and truly sucked.

But I have a few things to be thankful for, and I think a lot of us will, it’s been a journey for me and I think I have done the growing and achieving that I wanted to, maybe not exactly how I envisioned it or as smoothly as I thought it would be; but it has happened and I think 2021 will be a much better year, for everyone… Because honestly, it can’t get much worse.

 

Even if you aren’t thankful for anything this year that’s completely fine, 2020 has officially handed out a “pass” on being thankful this year, and here’s to 2021 being a great big step up.
Be sure to go into the next year with your nearest and dearest (with a 1.5m socially distanced hug) and be grateful for those you still have around. Get drunk and do what you need to do to forget 2020 and leave it in the past, as best as you can of course.

 

HERE’S TO A NEW YEAR, A BETTER YEAR, BETTER SEX, AND AMAZING TIMES!

Confessions of a real catholic school girl

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So if you’re into the whole catholic school girl fantasy foreplay then I suggest you stop reading because this may burst your bubble… however big (or little) it may be, or maybe you’re just curious about what happened behind those gates if you never went to a Catholic school. Well I’m about to tell you a little insight to what it was like to be there.

 

I was catholic schooled all my schooling life. So in all honesty I knew no different it was basically play by the rules or go home. It wasn’t until I graduated and went into the real world that I discovered how people were so into this fantasy that was really just an everyday experience for me. Beginning to date and being asked where I went to school started to become a no no question simply because of the remarks I would get, “oh you were catholic schooled hey, that’s hot” or ” we could put that uniform into some good use”. I was so confused. I have never experienced anything like this and to be honest the only man I had been on my knees for at that point was for the priest to receive the bread. So what was with this obsession with catholic school girls? Being the curious person I am I decided screw it I’m going to do my research and find out what in the world was the fascination.

 

You’re all freaky girls

I can confess right now that 99% of the girls I went to school with are the most vanilla people you’ll ever meet. So this theory is a bust.  Okay, so they’re not virgins anymore, some have been married so “god says it’s “OK” to have sex but behind closed doors the only thing they think is being freaky is trying a new position. Maybe 5% will admit they have tried sex toys. Since leaving school I have ran into a few old class mates and to admit to them that I now work in an adult store they go so red and can’t even look at me for the next couple hours, but why? It’s because in catholic schools it is so drilled into us that it’s a sin that many haven’t wanted to explore beyond the boundaries of what some will call a “catholic approved” sex life. Well if you think about it, go back far enough the nun had the cane and bend you over your desk after all.

 

But… the sexy uniform?

So a nun, priest and catholic school girl walk into a room, sounds like a porno I know but no, just a day in the life of a catholic school girl but they’re all considered “sexy”. Let’s get something straight. No true catholic school girl dreams of wearing plaid again because we are haunted from it from our school days. Uniform checks were a thing in catholic schools and boy were they strict. The skirts were measured every home room class to see it wasn’t too short because god forbid it was showing our knees, some of my friends that went to other catholic schools had to get on their knees and if it didn’t touch the floor it was straight away fixed. That little hair tie you had must be school colours. That backpack and socks, yep they have to be from the school as well. Jewellery had to be pretty simple too, some schools allowed a simple ring, some didn’t let you wear any. Earrings were studs or slippers. Boys weren’t allowed to have pierced ears at all they had to take them out if they did. Don’t even think of wearing a necklace that wasn’t a simple chain or you were allowed one if it had a cross on it. So moral to the story… Be plain. Come winter terms we wore blazers and they had to be cleaned and straightened. Female students were never allowed to wear pants during winter and yes our legs were turning blue, stockings only do so much. You’re probably thinking this is all made up but ask just about anyone that went to a catholic school and they will tell you how strict it was. If you wanted to rebel it was either stick to the rules or go home and if you were a repeat offender you were pretty much asked to leave the school.

 

Wait rewind. What happened to the 1%?

OK so there is some truth to where I believe the fantasy has come from. The “rebels”, “experimental ones” basically the ones that left school behind and went to the new exciting places. Some of us have gone beyond the teacher crush and went past the detentions and turned them into an exciting kinky reality. There was so much high school gossip and drama that went beyond Johnny broke up with Susie after second period. Catholic schools were the place to be for controversy so we weren’t all innocent. Some all-girl catholic schools had a “gay for stay” theory but that was beyond my realm since I was co-ed but from another catholic school girl it was a thing and I could only imagine what happened there.

 

So to sum it all up clearly fantasy and reality are two different worlds and many don’t want to know the real side and prefer the kinky little foreplay. Just like the police, firefighter, doctor, tradie (or whatever the next strip show will be generous to display) have their own reality verse fantasy story not to say that dressing up can’t be sexy. So have fun, experiment with role play but don’t be offended if a catholic schooled woman doesn’t want to get into that particular one.

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Screw The Crew!

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645am is a horrible time to be awake, but it’s a given in the life of a breakfast chef. Seeing Gillian every morning though sure made it an easier pill to swallow. She was a few years older than me, but fit as all hell. Skinny little thing with breasts that appeared bigger than her frame should allow, naturally dark hair and brown eyes to lure any sailor onto the rocks.

She was married. Of course, no one that perfect can stay single. But her husband was older than her by twice the amount I was her junior, and it was a loveless and sexless marriage according to her frequent daily offloads of her relationship. I always wondered why she would stay within that, surely she could get anyone she wanted, but leaving him never seemed to be an option for her. Perhaps it was a heritage thing, perhaps he was loaded, maybe he was hung. I never found out.

Gillian was affectionate by nature, always giving hugs and kisses to us staff and her regulars alike. She oozed sexuality, even at that ungodly hour of the morning. We were well in the grip of summer that one morning, and her skirt was short enough that from the front it looked like she was only wearing her short black apron. Distracting to the point I’d burnt myself far too many times when she’d drop dishes into the kitchen or put an order up.

That one morning, I don’t know what it was, but something overcame me. Actually, I know exactly what it was. I was standing at the bench, and we were going over that day’s specials, but for some reason, Gillian was leaning forward across the bench, her elbows on the cool stainless steel, her head turned over her shoulder, looking back at me. Those doe eyes glaring at me like a flare in the night.

I leaned forward, my lips pressing against her soft mouth. She welcomed the move by darting her tongue into my mouth, circling within in a way that already had me dreaming of how she could use that on my cock. She spun her body around and wrapped an arm around me neck and drew me as close as she could. There was no way she couldn’t feel my erection pressed hard against her belly. I wanted to tear her clothes off, see this amazing body hidden within her required black clothing, bask in its glory.

‘You got a condom?’ she asked with her sexy, husky voice. She ‘d barely pulled her panties off by the time I returned with a condom on already in place. Being so hard simply from kissing made me reminisce about those times making out as a teenager behind the school hall. Embarrassing back then, perfect right at that moment.

‘You need to respect the sanctity of my marriage,’ she ordered, as her skirt lifted as she placed a foot on the steel bench, her back still facing me. She scooped her fingers into the butter and spread it across that latex sheath, the remnants she spread across the tight opening of her ass.

‘Jesus fucking Christ,’ she groaned, surprised at the girth I entered her ass with. Gillian was perfectly tight, like no one else’s ass I’d ever fucked before. Though that doesn’t say much, as it was only one other woman. Usually they see my cock and tell me that’s never going in their ass.

My fingers found her clit. Moist and warm, pulsing on my tips, my other hand grabbing hold of her ponytail, yanking her head back for leverage as I drove myself deep inside her. My fingers kept shifting around, looking for that sweet spot until at last she announced my arrival there.

‘Don’t move from there!’ she ordered, like a side of fries.

I obeyed, flicking her bean as I pounded her ass, it’s tightness grappling my shaft like I’d never felt before. Given that we were meant to open the cafe soon, I knew I was in luck as there was no way I was going to last in the clutches of her ass. Fuck, her ass was even sweeter to look at in the flesh than in her tight little skirt. Bouncing back and forth on my cock, her handprints smearing across the cool stainless steel bench.

‘Oh fuck!’ I couldn’t resist or hold back any longer. Gillian was far too hot, and I’d long masturbated to super specific videos on pornhub that were visually close to her. Now, then, I was living that dream. And it definitely wasn’t letting me down.

‘Fuck yeah,’ she cried out, my fingers bringing her to the brink of orgasm. She macerated my fingers as she came, and I was microseconds behind her, announcing my arrival in a string of mono-syllabic gibberish.

As the condom filled to its brim, my rhythmic thrusts slowed, my fingers eased on their circling. My legs wanted to collapse like an early retrieved parfait, but I held my place, my body collapsing against her covered back.

Gillian slid herself off the bench, and pointed to my rapidly shrinking cock. ‘You better get rid of that evidence. You know you can’t screw the crew.’ In the slickest move I’ve ever seen, she was off the bench, her knickers pulled back up, and out to the front of the cafe to open up shop.

My head was spinning, and I thought I could possibly pass out, as she opened the door and greeted the regular customers, still smelling of my sex. I hid my condom in an empty egg carton, and although Gillian and I played it cool for the rest of the day, our whole working career even, I couldn’t help but occasionally smell my fingers, and remember that brief encounter we shared that very morning.

 

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I Won the Grand Slam!

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These days it seems like the only time I truly get to be alone is in the bath. No one to bother me, be it in person, on socials or heaven forbid, by actually calling on a phone. Beyond bath time giving me the chance to collect my thoughts and release my stresses of the day, that also makes it the perfect time to get myself off.

When the guy in the sex shop was showing me some new Evolved toys, the Grand Slam easily stood out from the rest. This very aptly named toy really does the lot. The shaft of this deep blue toy not only thrusts, but it also twirls, and just to put the icing on the cake, has rotating beads along it. For external pleasure, it has two bulbous rabbit ears, each with its own motor, and is designed to give a rumbly vibration deep down to the areas of your clitoris many may not even know exists. Those ‘legs’ that spread down thoughout your vaginal area, and not just the little ‘bean’ everyone thinks is the clit.

While I was holding the demo and feeling its intense vibes, the shop guy was muttering on about its features, ‘rechargeable’, ‘5 year warranty’ etc, but when he said ‘waterproof and submersible’, I couldn’t get the boxed toy onto the counter quick enough!

Of course, when you have big plans for alone time, something always seems to pop up and delay it for as long as possible and so it wasn’t until well after ten that night until I finally slipped into that steaming hot bath. With a few sips of my white wine, I could already begin to feel the days troubles float away. Until I put my glass down and saw that big blue bad boy staring right back at me.

No, not yet.

But my mind wouldn’t escape it, even as I sank and immersed myself to the top of my neck, my nipples poking through the water like they were gasping for air, I could still remember how it trembled in my hand back in the shop. How when I held its shaft, it kept trying to drive itself into me, beckoning to me, just as I could feel it doing now from the bath side stand.

Look into my eyes, I am your captain now,’ it was saying, just as all rabbit vibes do these days.

But really, why should I withold pleasure for myself. It’s not like I was waiting for him to buy me a drink or anything. I snatched up his slender, sleek body and turned on the shaft. He immediately whirred into action, thrusting and twisting, beads spinning.

I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so damn eager!

The water churned as I submerged the toy. No lube required tonight. He crept inside me, and for a moment, I felt my body struggling against it. This was one intense fucking toy. The Grand Slam was already getting me hotter than the bath water, and we’d barely even started.

I clicked the rabbit ears on as they rocked up along each side of my clit. Jesus! Those motors sure rumbled into action, sending pulses deep down through the body and bulbs of my clitoris. Uncontrollably, my foot sent water splashing over the edge of the bath.

From here, the Grand Slam and I began to work organically, in unison. I have no recollection which buttons or settings I was using, just completely lost to the sensations. Every time the shaft rotated, its beads would sweep past my g-spot and I’m glad that nobody could see the reaction on my face that this motion drew from me.

Barely a minute into play, and this bad boy grabbed a hold of me and dragged me kicking and screaming, literally, to a ravaging climax. I used to think I knew what the words orgasmic, ecstatic and explosive meant, until I met the Grand Slam.

Still lost in the thrall of this blue beauty, I couldn’t even manage to withdraw the toy. And so it took me again, cresendoing in seconds, forcing both the bath water and myself to gush everywhere.

And then once again.

And again, until completely spent, my body ejected this majestic beast into the bath, where I could hear it still swimming around over my panting breath. I couldn’t even move, besides my twitching legs and heaving chest.

Eventually I managed to turn my new favourite toy off, but it was still a long time until I could sip my now warm wine or empty out the nearly cold bath water. When I finally did, even the light satin of my slip continued to send shudders through my body. Needless to say, I had an amazing sleep that night.

 

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