Journal 24
Anouk 31
Perfumer
- Life
- She lives in a stone house that always smells faintly of citrus and smoke.
- Temper
- Lush and quiet
Kinks
- One shoe off at the perfume bench
- A black blouse against bare skin
- She tells him what to do out loud
Anouk is thirty-one and blends perfume at a bench covered in unlabeled bottles. Julien is thirty-nine, her lover. She likes one shoe off, black silk on her skin, and her own voice telling him what to do. He likes hearing it. They keep the work of scent and the work of sex in the same room only when she wants the air thick and the instructions clear.
The blog
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On the rug
I put a lamp on the floor and sat on the dark rug in the black silk blouse and a skirt. Shoes already gone. Bare feet pointed toward the light. Bottles soft and out of focus behind me. Julien paused in the doorway the way I like, waiting for the voice. I am thirty-one. He is thirty-nine. Come here, I said. Shirt off. Then lie back. He did, broad chest,…
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I was still at the bench when Julien came in. Unlabeled bottles, blotter strips, the black silk blouse. One shoe off because my foot had gotten restless. I am thirty-one. He is thirty-nine. I had told him to come after the distillations were done. He shut the door. I did not turn around at once. I wanted him to see the bare foot on the rung and wait for my…
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