When I was in college, I hung out with two guys. One was an athlete: great body and a little full of himself. The other was an accounting major, a bit nerdy.

They were different, and that’s what made seeing them both so fun.

Josh was outgoing and loved getting naked in front of me. And why wouldn’t he? He had it all going for him, biceps, abs, butt. And nature treated him well. His penis, even when soft and down, looked like a salami hanging from the ceiling of a deli. And when he got hard? You could use his rod to hang a towel.

Sam didn’t have the abs, biceps or big cock. But he knew what to do. He didn’t show off or undress first. And he loved my pussy, more than Josh. Sam always started by wiggling down my panties and burying his face in my bush. He would take deep breaths, inhaling my scent, before eating me out.

What is it with guys and their sniffing? I guess there is something about pussy scent.

Josh, though, couldn’t care less about the aroma and juice piping from my hot vagina. He liked to get out of his briefs and start jerking off to make himself hard. He wanted to bang me from the start and this was his way of getting ready.

He was mighty proud of his eight inches.

But Sam, who barely registered a five when he was hard, catered to my pussy in a way that didn’t matter what was hanging between his legs. He used his tongue to soak up my juice, his face to mop it up, and his lips to nibble on my lips.

And he used his nose, parking it in my bush and just reveling in pussy aroma. That was a big turn on for me, having a guy just get so excited over my personal scent.

Before he dived into my vagina with tongue, he simply sniffed my hairy mound. His breathing quickened every time he inhaled, and he closed his eyes in ecstasy as he took in my waves of musk and whatever else it smells like deep in the folds of my pussy.

What is it about the aroma coming from a vagina that makes a guy so horny? On this day, I don’t smell like roses down there, even when I slather on some rose-scented cream on my thighs.

In college, the immature guys used to throw around that “pussies smell like fish” thing you hear at school. I think they were just making fun of something they couldn’t get. After all, these guys would be the first ones to sniff their fingers after fingering a girl and then jack off to the aroma, if they could. I would have even given them a chance to set the record straight by allowing them to take a whiff of my lubricated pussy. Nothing like educating a guy and converting them to the cult of cunt.

OK, maybe my vagina sometimes smells pungent or like the salt-scented ocean, but it seems the aroma turns on guys nonetheless. I have seen a man’s penis go rock hard after he got a whiff of my pussy. I have caught a guy sniffing my panties. I have had guys sniff me before they eat me. It has happened more since I have had a bush after graduating college. There is something about a hair pie that traps all those sexy smells. One guy buried his head in my bush, grabbed his convulsing penis and exploded, spraying cum across my public hair. Wow, if my aroma can do that, wait till he starts to taste my juice.

I was self-conscious about pussy smell before I noticed the trend of guys getting off on it. Now I don’t worry about a thing. I try to be showered if I know I am getting intimate with a guy. But sometimes you just can’t plan on that.

My friend Krista told me a story about her days when she served diners at an Italian restaurant in her college town. She would come home smelling of tomato sauce and garlic, and the first thing she wanted to do was hop in the shower. But sometimes passion can’t wait. Her new boyfriend surprised her with a knock on the door and he was horny. He didn’t care what her hair smelled like, let alone the lips between her legs. He just wanted to make love, and that included feasting on her sweaty slit. Krista shaved her pussy so her vagina area didn’t trap every aroma. But on this night, it was aromatic enough. Her boyfriend Dave undressed her and immediately went for her pussy with his nose and mouth. And he inhaled what must have been a variety pack of aromas: sweat, pee, pussy juice. Krista says he got so excited that he just stayed at the trough for a half an hour, until she came and dripped even more cherry juice into his mouth. At this point, Dave was past the point, and just grabbed his boner and spurted cum all over the outside of Krista’s bald taco.

Her story reminded me of an encounter of my own. I had just graduated college and was set up with a quiet guy named Brian. I thought this date would end with a latte at the coffee shop, but it extended with a nightcap in his nearby apartment. Brian had picked me up after work so I wasn’t freshly showered. I wasn’t expecting him to stick his nose in my vagina, but that’s exactly what he did after we undressed in a fit of horniness. A few minutes after he started kissing me, he moved down to my breasts and then to my hairy mound. It was like he discovered a whole new world down there.

Yes, it felt good as he smelled me and licked my clit and plunged his tongue deep into my vagina hole. Where once I would be self-conscious, now I just let my scent pave the way. He took occasional breaks in his tonguing just to smell my drenched pussy. And each time he did, he seemed to get even more horny, until he grabbed his cock and stroked it into one of the most volcanic cumshots I have ever set off. Brian’s face was glistening with my pussy glaze and now my bush was covered with cock cream.

I know guys like looking at women’s bodies. There are galleries all over the web showing tits, ass and pussy. But I never really knew how much power that pussy smell has over them. It’s almost I can lead a guy to do anything if I just let them bury face in vagina.

Do guys dream about that smell? Do they look at a naked woman and imagine what her pussy smells like? Do they avoid washing their hands after fingering a woman’s vagina and sneak sniffs later on and jack off to the heavenly aroma they crave?

I bet I know the answers.

I think the addiction to pussy smell is real. Even guys who have sent me messages about my diaries, point out that they love the scent of pussy.

So dip a finger into the moist folds and take a sniff. Then see what happens next.