Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross
Better Orgasms. Better World.
One of the parts I eagerly anticipated about the Bodysex filming was the smell. What would it be like, I wondered, to be naked and aroused with a circle of women masturbating? Not only what would it look like or sound like or feel like, but what would it smell like?
In one of their weekly videos, I remember Carlin talking about the Bodysex circle in Copenhagen and the musky scent that collected in the room during the group masturbation. My excitement grew at the prospect of gathering with my sisters being filmed for this Bodysex documentary. Among other parts of our ritual, we would masturbate together in Betty's living room, the temple she built over decades to the Goddess of Sexual Love and Abundance.
What I failed to recognize was how intense the smells would be, how deliciously overwhelming. Not only were we sexually aroused and orgasming, but we were also under scorching hot production lights for the filming. The crew was dripping in sweat as our self-sex and increased body temperatures steadily raised the reading in the room.
Moisture collected and pooled in the crevices of my flesh, spilling out in streams. Given that I didn't have a stitch on my body, I felt a lot of empathy for crew members navigating heavy sound and camera equipment, fully clothed, moving around, doing their jobs as the mercury reading rose.
At one point I giggled to myself, relishing the smell and the taste on my tongue. I thought about how much I have loved the smell of female sex, even when I was a girl. When I'd go to the bathroom, with my underwear pulled to my knees while I sat on the toilet, I'd lean over, smelling the crotch of my cotton panties.
As an adult, I shed my underwear, preferring to go commando-style. I liked to feel the breeze tickle my pubic hair when I wore a skirt, or feel the inseam press against my labia when I wore pants.
Recently, however, I've started wearing underwear again, just so that I can take a sniff of my panties when I undress or when I sit on the toilet. The smell of female sex, it is deeply comforting and arousing at the same time.
Now as I go home, leaving the sacred circle we created for Bodysex, I will remember with fondness everything about the experiences this week. I will relish the sensory experiences, and will recall the smell when I sniff the crotch of my underwear.
You can call me a panty sniffer; I like it.
My daughter got her period at
My daughter got her period at age 9 which is younger than most of her peers. The bizarre thing is that when other women hear of this, the comments are "oh the poor thing", "that's terrible", "too young to have to cope with that" as though menstruating is a curse on all women.
My daughter has never felt as though she is cursed with menstruating because I explained openly and honestly to her at around age 7 about women bleeding but because I look at it as a beautiful feminine event, I never put the negative slant on it that other mothers do. I have taught her to embrace it as a part of being the powerful, sexual, fertile beings us women are.
Marisa, So glad the session
Marisa,
So glad the session went well. Sounds like it was an unforgettable experience on many fronts - bodysex with the guru, everyone that's everyone being there, the feelings, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the tastes? You got it all. Was there a dreamlike quality to it all or was it very workwomanlike?
mayward
Dear Marisa Panty Sniffer, I
Dear Marisa Panty Sniffer,
I just love your posts. I wanted to share something along the lines of panty sniffing. I am menopausal, and I haven't had a period for several months, then out of nowhere, I had a little one this month. Ok, I had severe periods my whole adult life, so never thought I would miss it at all. But I have to tell you, when I smelled that womanly period smell coming from my underwear, I felt a little sad. Like my fertile, menstrual years are over, and I wasn't quite ready for it yet. Just like Joni Mitchell sang, "Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got til it's gone." Smells can bring back memories. I'm glad I got to smell my period smell one last time. I'm glad I always refused to buy scented tampons and pads, and I'm glad I smell like a woman. My pussy is not supposed to smell like roses in the springtime, it's supposed to smell like me. I'm grateful for that, and I imagine the smells at the Bodysex filming were wonderful. I'm so proud of all of you for making that video!
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