I’ve learned a lot about Todd since I started dating him a year ago.

He’s a smart and down-to-earth guy. He works in a natural foods store and isn’t intimated with my executive position or my being about 10 years older.

I also like Todd’s honesty. And one thing he has been totally honest about is his pussy addiction.

When we make love, he is down between my legs in minutes, sniffing and licking me, rubbing his nose and face through my swamp. He can spend an hour down there until he comes.

I love seeing and playing with a guy’s penis, too. A cock is a moving sculpture. It evolves from cute springy nub to turgid rod, rising like a drawbridge. I appreciate a penis. And the ultimate salute is when it rears back its purple head and shoots semen everywhere.

I am lucky to have Todd’s cock. It hangs low and large even when he is flaccid. His rock solid rod lifts to seven inches, and I can use it to hang a towel when he has a hard-on. I get wet when I see him naked. I love to pump his penis with my hand and watch him shoot cum in the air. I love to lick it like a salt stick.

On the other side, I never could grasp how Todd, with his sizable sausage out for me to see and adore, could equally love the swamp between my legs.

On first glance there isn’t much to see. Just a triangular patch of dark hair shrouding a crease. Inside the forest is a mysterious and invisible bog.

So what is it about pussy that drives guys crazy?

When I was a freshman in college, I shaved my snatch because all the girls were doing it. When the guys visited our dorm for some naked fun, I didn’t want to be the only one with a bush.

I felt I was also doing what the guys expected. When I took off my shorts, Barry saw my shaved pussy and started to eat me out. But he didn’t spend any time inhaling my scent, maybe because he didn’t detect much of one on my bare lips.

The irony is that Barry didn’t shave his balls or his cock although other guys I saw in our dorm were smooth. I didn’t mind Barry’s hairy cock and balls. But I was curious if he liked bare or bush. So being the outspoken person I am, I asked him as he was in the middle of giving me cunnilingus:

“Do you like it shaved or would you be ok with a bush?”

He lifted his tongue off my swollen clit and told me I had a beautiful pussy. I think he was just happy enough to have his face in my vagina no matter whether it was covered with curlies or not.

I kept shaving my pussy through my college years. But after I graduated, I went back to the bush. I think guys actually love seeing my vulva framed in a triangular patch of hair. It gives them something to anticipate with the mystery underneath the forest. And they seem to adore that indescribably sexy scent that emanates from my bush.

I figured I’d ask the guy who can’t get enough to figure out what is so addicting about the scent of a woman.

When we were having coffee one day, I got Todd to talk about it. I wanted to get behind girl talk and hear it from the guy.

So he told me the story of how he got addicted to hairy pussy:

“I remember the first time I really thought about what a woman has between her legs, other than quick flashes of bush during a movie scene. I was seventeen and horny all the time. I was at my friend’s house and his dad had a stack of old skin magazines in the bathroom. I opened one and got a good look at a model’s hairy pussy. She had a bush and she spread her legs to show everything: pink lips and clit. I felt a surge in my penis, grabbed it and shot cum all over the pages. That was the beginning of my fascination with pussy.

“I didn’t have a serious girlfriend until I was eighteen. It was a summer fling after high school graduation and before college. I think I was her first serious boyfriend as well.

“We had some catching up to do. We felt like horny teens, sneaking into either my home or her home when our parents and siblings were out. That was the only privacy we had so we groped each other quickly.

“When we kissed, my hands went to her breasts, of course. They were big and she had big pink nipples.

“But then, making the most of our time, I slipped a hand down her panties.

“I loved the feel of her swampy pussy as I felt my way to her wet vagina. Her wetness sent up the most intoxicating scent, one that soaked into my fingers and permeated my nostrils, an aroma that I enjoyed long after our lovemaking ended for the day. I smelled pussy on my fingers into the night. I can’t describe the scent other than a sharp musky aroma that kept me hard all day, even after I shot my load all over her fingers as she gave me a hand job.

“I learned so much about pussy in our summer of passion. Besides the intoxicating scent, I learned to use my tongue and give a girl a powerful orgasm.

“She was blonde but had a brown bush that I loved to part with my fingers so I could lick her exposed clit, bathe her entire cunt cleft and plunge my tongue deep into her pussy hole. I never got her pubic hair in my mouth as I explored her juicy slit.

“I got her so exited once, she dripped pussy juice in my mouth, and her soaked bush smelled even more pungent.

“I got so excited I could barely get on a condom, doing my best to hold in my cum. One time, I couldn’t control myself as I caught a whiff of her pussy and I shot a jet of semen all over her tits and bush before I could fuck her.

“She enjoyed my hard meat as well, pumping my seven inches with her hand. She gave me my first blow job. After she started pumping and before I came, she moved down and started sucking my hard dick. I didn’t want to shoot in her mouth but I came suddenly and she just swallowed the stream.

“I liked when she catered to my cock, but I needed to smell her all the time. I was addicted to her pussy aroma and needed to get my face between her legs.

“Soon she was off to a different college, and I missed her pussy.

“Until I met you, I never felt so addicted to pussy again. I had a few dates and girlfriends, but most shaved their bush and it just wasn’t the same. There is no mystery to a bald beaver. And there is less of that penetrating aroma wafting from a shaved pussy.

“I went crazy for your fragrant bush as soon as we started making love. I almost came in my pants when you stripped out of your clothes in front of me the first time. I remember you got close to me and put your furry triangle near my face. I could smell you right there. Your pussy smelled so feminine, like a salty ocean breeze.

“And then when I ate you out for the first time, I stuck my tongue through your wet swamp as I searched for your clit. That innocent looking hairy mound was exposed to reveal the most luscious lips. I was in heaven and just wanted to bury my face in your bush and keep it there forever.

That’s why I am addicted to your pussy.”

And with that, Todd lived up to his word.

He took off my panties, sniffed them, then went right to my hairy vulva to inhale the scent. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. I have never been with a guy who got off on my tuna taco scent before.

That was the appetizer. He then licked me up and down and all around. He finally found my clit and ate me out, sticking his long tongue deep into my pussy hole before sliding it back up to my clit until I had a seismic orgasm.

By this time, he was barely holding back his volcanic eruption. His penis was throbbing and a string of pre-cum hung from the tip.

Then he took his engorged penis and plunged it into my soaking wet vagina. We fucked until he exploded.

I’m not sure why Todd gets so worked up when he smells my bush. I mean, it’s just hairy triangle covering folds of skin.

But apparently there is magic in the scent of pussy.