Friday Fictioneers: Oooo That Smell

Veronica gazed out the window from her penthouse and thought of Jonathan, his muscles bulging as he unloaded cargo somewhere below. She imagined the sweat that glistened his skin and the smell; oh the smell. Jonathan smelled of manly perspiration. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She wondered how long she could go without seeing him. Not long her body told her.

Her husband came up from behind and nuzzled her neck.
“What are you thinking about my beautiful wife?”
She pressed herself into him and sniffed. Deodorant and aftershave.
“I’m thinking of a trip with my sister, darling. Would you mind transferring some money to my account?”

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

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65 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Oooo That Smell

  1. Ooohhhh… Dawn! I SO understand her though… 😉
    Not that it’s okay for her husband. She needs to leave him. But there are those who want it all… Obviously muscle-good-smelling man turns her on but doesn’t have the necessary cash where as hubby…


  2. That poor man. I’ve always wondered about people like Veronica. How can they live with themselves without choking on the stench of their rotting heart.

    She’s a very interesting character–despicable, unfaithful, greedy… one of those characters we love to hate. Brilliant.


  3. I think I’ll stick with the aftershave! I kind of admire her nerve, getting her husband to fund her affair, though if he ever finds out … Nicely done Dawn


  4. Very descriptive, loved the use of the manly smell. But I didn’t like her very much, and felt for her husband who obviously loved her.

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