“She returned many years later. So much time had passed that the smell of musk in the room had blended in with the smell of the dust, with the dry and tiny breath of the insects. I was alone in… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
“I was tonguing at the inside of his thigh—I could tell by the flex of his muscle, the cotton of his underwear—and when I dragged my tongue over his fabric-covered crotch, I could smell the musk of his precum. Beau” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
