Ever keen to push the boundaries of sexual exploration and experimentation to the furthest limits, two of the sex blogging community's finest writers are busy developing a whole new dimension to the love making experience.
Having read my witty, intelligent and insightful post on smell they contacted me with details of their forays into pheromone fetishism. The first step is learning to recognise and love your own scent, and here we see Mystery Blogger X sporting a saucy little number which enables him to truly enjoy the pungent aromas of his own body.
This arouses him greatly and has led to some of his most stimulating blog posts. "I am never so creative," he informs me, "as when I am sat naked at my laptop with my face mask on, preferably after a good session at the gym, breathing in the intoxicating smell of my sweaty gonads. It conjures up those romantic backseat encounters like nothing else."
While this is all well and good, like so much in life, it is even more exciting with another person and luckily Mystery Sex Blogger Y was happy to volunteer her services. I shan't go into too much detail here as she is writing her own post about it ("Smell Sucking Nose Fuck" - look out for it in next week's Shitasm!) but suffice it to say that pheromones are much underrated.
"I came three times just adjusting the straps!" she gushed, damply. "I just wish our readers could smell what we're smelling, as it adds a whole extra dimension to our beautiful and evocative fuck posts."
"Yes," chimed in Blogger X. "I mean, at the moment our readers know there's a cunt -"
"- or prick behind our words, sure, but if they could smell them too... Oh, wow."