Blue Eyes and White Lies

A writer, lover, thinker, and midwestern, book-loving sexpot.

Memory

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His scent lingered on my skin. I held my hand to my nose and breathed him in. Burning candles were the only remains of our second date. That, and of course, that smell. Thick and strong, like flesh and iron and blood. Raw. Visceral. I closed my eyes and thought of him, letting my imagination take care of the rest.

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Author: Dallas Kelly

I love telling stories and interacting with new people.

6 thoughts on “Memory

  1. sexy… Nothing like the smell of the man of your dreams! raw and enticing. πŸ™‚

  2. I feel left out, I like girls πŸ˜€

  3. I like the way the words sound in my head πŸ™‚ They are like something silky and smooth…

  4. Smell is the strongest trigger for memories and a scent of a man… mmmmm just scrumptious!

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