Daniel, can I ask you a personal question? Do you like my pussy smell? I was thinking about my friend Alina the other day. I really miss her. I can’t wait to see her again. There is something so fun about being with her. So I was trying to remember her in detail; you know, the sound of her laugh and the feel of her hair and the scent of her sex. Her pussy has a kind of floral aroma, I guess you’d call it, but it’s really hard to describe. Kind of a mix of raspberries and vanilla and honey. Oh Gosh, Daniel, the taste of her honey! The thing that actually got me started on this was I was looking through this flower catalog, and this one kind of orchid called Dendrobium looked so cute. I needed to find out more about it so I portaled into the catalogue, that’s how it was spelled, with the u e at the end.

I went to the page with the dendrobium orchids. I wasn’t sure how much the smell would come across, but it did, and it made me think of Alina’s cunt. Oh, Daniel, I sniffed and sniffed until I was dizzy. And, oh God, Daniel, the flower, the look and feel and smell of it—and the next thing I knew...