Perfume
Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:30:42 +0000 “You smell like…” his nose was pressed into the crease where her hip met thigh, and she bit her lip – hard – to stifle a giggle. It tickled. “I smell like yer mama’s perfume.” Her voice was harsh with stolen cigarettes, but he looked up with awe and thought it beautiful. “You… Continue reading Perfume