When I was a teenager, I was knocking them out so regularly that I needed to use some sort of lubricant in order to keep going. To do this I’d regularly use this cheap body cream that I found in the bathroom cabinet.
Didn’t think anything of it for years, but then one time when visiting home, I went to use some body cream, popped the lid and was instantly aroused from the smell alone. Unreal.
For me it’s the smell of Jeyes fluid. You can still get it, but in the 80s and 90s they used to religiously scrub playgrounds with it. Smelt it recently and was transported to kicking a water-sodden foam football at a red brick wall.
The FaceTime incoming call sound sends me into an instant panic now. It either means my MIL is having an emergency that is going to make our lives hell (thankfully hasn’t happened yet) or it’s one of her fake emergencies where she starts demanding we come over to do something for her despite the ongoing pandemic that she isn’t taking seriously / knowing what our boundaries are and have been for the past 2+ years.
It should up in a movie the other night and I thought I was going to have a heart attack.