A used tampon catches my eye. One of my favourite items of yours— always. I hold it to my nostrils and inhale it. Your scent hasn't changed. I wonder if you still taste the same? I lick the still wet blood up and down, tasting your blood mixed with your pussy's natural wetness. Fucking delicious. You must have discarded these items before you went to bed. Lucky me. I'll keep these and add them to my box labelled 'Little Sparrow.'
