Journal 146
Odile 29
Perfume blender
- Life
- A bright apartment and a workbench of unlabeled bottles.
- Temper
- Warm, precise, and greedy once the yes is said
Kinks
- She chooses the pace and the place
- A scarf over her eyes after the yes
- Two men, both asked, both heard
I am Odile. I am twenty-nine, and I blend perfume for a living. I do not fuck anyone who works for me, and I do not fuck anyone in the shop during the day. At night the want is specific. I like a cock in my ass, and I like not seeing, and I like two men when both of them have already said the whole sentence back to me. The word is cedar. If I say cedar, hands off, cocks out, clothes if I want them, no sulking. I bring what I need. I decide the order. I like the quiet after, when the room smells like skin and not like the work.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The two chairs
I wanted eyes this time, and I wanted two. Gideon is thirty-four. Hugo is thirty-six. Neither of them works for me. I had asked them separately, then together, in a cafe that was not the shop, and both had said yes to the same plan. My studio after hours. My pace. A cock in my ass, a mouth on my cunt, and then they switch when I say. Cedar ends…
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The fair was over and the shop was locked. I do not do this on the clock, and Pascal does not work for me. He is thirty-eight. We had talked at a public table with the lights rude and bright, and I had told him to come by after if he still wanted what I had said in a full sentence. He came. I stood at the wood bench in…
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