05/12/2024
Monstaro
37 Reviews
Monstaro
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Becoming a woman
It was the summer of 1934, I was a young woman on the coast of Marseille. A gentleman stopped me and smelled this on me, and said it was the most beautiful thing he ever smelled, and that he had to have it. We went into the hôtel de fleurs and he deflowered me. I was in love. As I lay in the bed engrossed in the soft white linens, he went up to go to the bathroom - so he said - instead, he went through my purse and stole my bottle of Heures d'Absence. I never saw him again. Oh, Jacques, why??
