My name is Ruth Dawson: I'm 28, an English teacher at a secondary school. Can I tell you a secret? Ever since my teens I've delighted in those intensely private, personal aromas that emanate from my intimate places. It always seemed intriguing that my knickers took on a distinct glow, a little dampness, minutes after I dressed, no matter how often or how assiduously I showered. And I always enjoyed the way I could increase the dampness, the fragrance, by thinking certain naughty thoughts, or even just seeing something that please me - the curve of a bicep, a trim muscular behind. My girlfriends often seemed embarrassed by the smells their bodies produced: to me they seemed an essential part of womanhood, part of my vibrancy, proof of my passions! And when I entered my first relationship, I enjoyed discovering how the fragrance changed, subtly yet completely, when my boyfriend touched me there, or there...
