It smelt of many colognes and sweat, sweet, adolescent sweat, a slight undertone of fabric softener hinting at the edges of the nasal smorgasbord. Adultery’s cologne was
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Silk and Sex
The silk feels so good against my skin it’s absolutely mind blowing. Not quite as mind blowing as the other thing pressed to my naked body, but close. So close. As close as She is to me. Regardless, I shift back in order to look at Her, and I smile. With that razor cut black… Continue reading Silk and Sex