Soul Journal

I am standing on a bus on my way to the office, and as I brush my hair away from my face I catch a smell in the air. It is nutty and earthy, somewhat tainted. I sniff my arm, investigating, and realise that I can smell my recent lover on my forearm. It was a hot, sexy night and I had skipped a shower in the morning, opting to spend the last few minutes languishing in bed with my limbs entwined with his.

Now, smelling the heady erotic aroma on my body, I am transported back to between his sheets. His smell was incredible. It emitted from the warm, delicious places of his delightful body.

I alight from the bus, smiling, feeling his smell on my skin as an invisible erotic field radiating around my body. What a lovely way to start a day in the city.

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