He would have liked that.Pity she didnt fart
An ex-work colleague would sniff our female colleagues seat whenever she left the room.
It was done as a joke but I know he liked her, and he did it so often that it must have been on his mind.
If you check out Roger's Profanisaurus it has a quite astonishing number of euphemisms for sniffing ladies bicycle seats.Had a boyfriend who worked in an office where there was a strong banter culture. One aspect of it was a running joke about an activity called sniding, which was sniffing ladies' bicycle seats. If a woman parked a bike nearby one of the staff would run out and theatrically smell the seat.
One bloke called himself the reigning European Sniding Champion and would pop on a beret and a short swirly cape and - it all got a bit gross.
Was chatting about this recently with someone who later worked there. He reckoned he'd regularly be laughing so hard all day at work, he'd go home with his sides aching!
A bit of female rump gas could quell his obsession.If you check out Roger's Profanisaurus it has a quite astonishing number of euphemisms for sniffing ladies bicycle seats.
Scent does matter regarding your mate - I still recall the scent of my wife and its the most erotic thing i know -but a stranger's random emissions? No no no.