The Scent of an Orgasm

Evelyn Martinez
Nov 4 · 3 min read

I sat alone in the fresh morning light, hand sat beneath my chin, gaze dreamish.

Like a misbehaved child, my mind left me, run instead to play elsewhere. The thrum of rain on the pavement outside swelled as a door opened. You closed it behind you, and the patter calmed.

I knew you’d arrived before I saw your face. You have a distinct air, one which drifts into and permeates the space.

Evelyn Martinez

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Blackjack Dealer in North Dakota. Mama of a chihuahua named Barnabus. Dreaming of being a “real writer.” Reader beware — you’re in for a scare!-R.L. Stine

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