The Pink Circle Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Oh boy! This was a looong time coming, so I'm pretty excited to get it out there finally. This chapter marks the conclusion of Gilda's story arc, where she and Klein finally figure out their differences in a calm, gender-relaxed environment and agree to disagree. They shake hands and go their separate ways.

Or something like that, anyway~ You'll just have to read it and see how it goes for her.

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The truth was, Gilda didn't quite know why she was there. Standing at the door to Klein's apartment, fist raised to knock on the door, she felt almost as though she were in a dream. Not that her dreams last night had been particularly pleasant.

By all rights, she shouldn't have gone back to see him and his friends. Not the next morning, maybe not ever. Not after the night they'd had. A hundred inappropriate comments, some very presumptuous touching, and worst of all, that smell! That smell... even now she would have sworn she still smelled it. The smell of what made those men so manly, the smell of what drove them, what empowered them, what they were so eager to share with her.

The smell of their cum.

It stung her nose, that thick, musky all-too-manly scent. How had it ended up so burned into her senses? The evening had started out so benign, with just a little porn and some fun and games. But by the end, she was quaking, soaking wet, carrying her own cum-soaked outfit and stupidly swigging from some tainted beer bottle, spiked with that same slimy, salty, disgusting semen. Even the thought, the memory of it made her gag instinctively as she stood there.