Arousing scents

Breakfast, and the scents of toast toasting, of eggs frying, or the flower in the window seat, the spicy scent your mind says is of a female feeling her monthly period, you sit and gawk at she the cook.

So strange, to realize the scent of she and her menstruation, the smell is making you feel ill and for want of a moment away to clear your head, you got up and walked to the bathroom.

Once inside the bathroom, the manner of tenting to the front of the pants tells of a building state of arousal. Unzipping, as fingers fumbling to allow the erection its freedom from the jockey shorts, what juts out causes the eyes to stare and the mouth to salivate.

There, jutted out into the air and with an odd curvature upward, is not a human penis but that what reminds of seeing the male members of buck goats.

The hands touch and begin to stroke the red as hot lengthy penis, arousing more the feeling as need for sexual release. Odd is the other feelings happening, and in a rush the clothing is peeled off as seeing is then believing.

"No..., this is impossible!" It what is said but to see is to believe, is to know, to feel, to realize, as the aroused erection begins to leak pre, the growth of fur begins at the groin and quickly spreads upward, downward, and all covering the legs, body, arms, and face, in moments what stands peering back from the mirror is a overly shaggy satyr.

The call to come and eat breakfast is a chilling fear, as fear instils again another stiffening erection and more spits spurts of creamy white semen from the aroused penis.

Rapid breathing is urging on yet another ejaculation, as the semen spurting out has changed color, is yellowish, with pearls of glob like semen in a milky blend of cum, pre, and then a squirt of urine shoots out to splatter on the mirror.

A sticky glob of goo and urine tends to stain the mirror glass, as what trails down to the counter offers such an aroma the mind says to lick it up, as it is your preferred breakfast.