The Sexual Life of Catherine M. by Catherine Millet
8 min in Kensington Market
Cum was in the air again. Dee had wanted to ask Kat if she had smelled it on their last evening walk but didn’t dare. Kat already thought she was loopy. It was even possible Kat would deny smelling anything out of spite. Then she’d probably laugh about it with Roger behind Dee’s back. But there was a distinct scent in the air. It was right after the curve as she approached Bonair Pl. It was coming from the grove of trees at that corner. Dee wished she could liken it to something other than semen, she didn’t want to give Roger any ammunition. Her husband’s brother had been gunning for her since they day they met.
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