The scent of an English Woodland.
A creamy light massage milk that leaves your skin smooth and powdery with no oily residue. It is also a fantastic body moisturiser.
Serving suggestion: spray the flesh with the milky mist. Slowly stroke crevices of the body with adventurous fingers
Now in the corner of a hallway there was a saucer of milk for the cat. 'Milk is for the pussy, isn't it?' said Simone. 'Do you dare me to sit in the saucer?' 'I dare you, 'I answered, almost breathless. The day was extremely hot. Simone put the saucer on a small bench, planted herself before me, and with her eyes fixed on me, she sat down without my being able to see her burning buttocks under her skirt, dipping into the cool milk. The blood shot to my head, and I stood before her for a while, immobile and trembling, as eyed my stiff cock bulging in my trousers. Then I lay down at her feet without her stirring, and for the first time, I saw her pink and dark flesh cooling in the white milk. We remained motionless, both of us equally overwhelmed.'
Story of the Eye, By Georges Bataille. Buy this book from our erotic library