scent-fetish-sex

Here in my private locker, this memory throbs. Hotel room 101. Mirror smeared with her red lipstick. ‘Lit i.’ Not tomorrow. Bed cock. That dotted i? A thick, arrogant dick sketch. Proud shaft, perfect curve. I missed it in panic. Now alone, it owns me. Hard. Aching. Clock ticks slow. She vanished after fucking me…