It had that smell to it. I don’t know how it got on her scarf when she had only worn it for one day. Perhaps her scent was toxic.

Anyway, I took the scarf home with me. I got home and set my things down on the kitchen table. I stripped myself of my clothes and sat down inside my closet. I tied the scarf into a slipknot and wrapped it tightly around my neck, so much so that I could barely even breathe. I pressed the other end of the scarf to my face and inhaled. The only thing I could breathe in was her smell.

I pleasured myself a few times before I could no longer stand to move, and then I collapsed.

Luckily, I was able to untie the scarf before I strangled myself to death.

I remembered thinking about her. How the first thing I would take off was her scarf. I would wrap it around my neck playfully, strutting my disgusting, naked body around as if it would turn her on somehow.