The Scent of an Orgasm
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.


