Married To A Sex Freak
Was this another one of his games, a new kind of torment?
A jolt of paranoia shot through me, and I quickly sat up, a wave of cold air hitting my bare skin. Was I smelling down there? I stretched a trembling hand between my legs, my fingers brushing against the slick, milky discharge. I brought my hand up to my nose, breathing in a hesitant breath. But there was nothing—no sour, fishy scent, no foul odour at all. Just the faint, clean, almost unnoticeable scent of my own body. The lack of any bad smell only deepened my confusion, and I sat there, paralyzed by the mystery, the silence of the room pressing in on me.