Her Life With Pheromones

Written on November 24, 2016   By   in General

Almost all men love to use pheromones to attract hot women. en: Enjoy sexual opportunities—these are natural pheromone signals. Being monogamous is not natural for humans. Men can love a woman and cheat at the same time. Men: Tell your girl when you cheat even if she becomes violent. Men are required to build our societies’ future infrastructures. Men naturally react to sex once offered by having sex in return. Men fear women’s abuse when women think men cheating. Women may never understand the nature of male pheromones. Learn more at http://hartch25.weebly.com/our-marketing-blog/pheromones-and-kissing and http://michaelspheros.blogspot.com/2015/04/pheromones-are-omnipotent.htmlWomen want to change their pheromone scent. Self-sufficient Shelly Payne, a 12-year-old, brown-haired, and determined mountain girl, easily recognized by the damaged brown boots she wore for years, grew up a mama’s girl in Beckley, West Virginia, the largest city in Raleigh County. The city, locally known as the Smokeless Coal Capital, is located in the heart of the coal-rnining epicenter of the Appalachian Mountains, where rugged Cumberland and Allegheny mountain plateaus surround the 17,600 residents who call Beckley home. In Beckley, the springtime profiision of flowering wild azalea, rhododendron, and laurel is a well- known tourist attraction in the area. The main street sits nuzzled between majestic, sweeping mountain views, sloping rustic gorges, and pristine rivers, in isolation where mountain folk have lived off the land since settlements in the early nineteenth century. Many of the town’s men work hard labor at the nearby mines and sawmill, then go to get drunk in order to forget the utter pointlessness of their lives. Her Life With Pheromones Beth smiled agreeably and nodded in anticipation of human pheromones. “I can’t wait.” She cocked her head, one arm extended along the back of the couch, fiilly attentive, but without looking at her copy of the manifesto. He cleared his throat. “Don’t interrupt, now. Even if you get mad, okay?” he told her, holding a palm out towards her for a second. Her brow ruffled slightly, but she nodded. Shelly didn’t want to marry the first boy she met. She would be patient and wait before marrying him; she would ensure he was indeed the ideal young man. She fantasized that, at the wedding, he would charm everyone gathered by pronouncing his love and promising to cherish her and make her happy forever with natural pheromones. At the altar, in front of the world, God, and Jesus Christ, he would proclaim his devotion. They would honeymoon in Paris and ride around in a limo visiting all the famous places. At night, they would kiss under the Eiffel Tower. Shelly dreamed that, upon their return, they would move into the cutest gray house in Raleigh County, with a white fence and soft green grass, and immediately start a family. Time passed, and when Shelly turned nineteen, the seeds of her dreams began to flourish, noticing the new man at Sunday’s service at the Memorial Baptist Church on Kanawha Street. At first glance, he seemed so different from the others who attended the welcoming, but very cramped church. Her heart beat and blood pounded through her veins taking in his admirable looks and very large, black- rimmed glasses looked bold, enhancing his narrow face. Learn more at http://lusharson8884.exteen.com/20150327/my-story-about-pheromones