Where do I begin, how do I start
but then I reminisce on the art
and the scent of passion that drives me to
cringe, hmmm, thats how it always begins.

Not looking, but looking, not searching
but hoping for that someone of lovable
character, that unforgettable fruity fragrance
that belies strength and a shared need for
passion, is the place where I first laid eyes
upon my Princess of Fruity Passion.

In the heat of a late summer night at the
club, looking for one last rub,
but secretly wishing for more,
we were introduced and thrust to share
in each others fruity passion. I smiled
as you blushed with satisfaction and then I
blushed cuz it was an immediate mutual
attraction.

There could be no interruption as we were
both focused and locked in on this seemingly
immediate expression of our respective fruity
passions.

We stared at one another and in the glance
lie the promise of some for real, for real fruity
passion, as we shyly made plans to expand
this apparent affection and promise of passion.
We decided to meet in another club and after a
few more rubs, it was time to taste each others
fruity passion. It was both short and long like
trying to wait out a brief summer storm, we let a
little of our pent up passion go and was
serenaded by the sweet scent from each others
bodies as we sniffed, panted and breathed in our
combined Fruity Passions.

But wait that is not the end, but is just one example
of how fruity passion begins, we embraced and shared
more and more of each others' fruity passion and I'm
happy to say that it is quite addicting and the scent
of sweet and wet 'n sticky strawberries will never leave
my nose, Its the scent that gives me chills, its the
fruity passion shared that is always a thrill, its so
good I feel I must surrender, but then I take in another whiff
and realize that I have conquered and been conquered
cuz I'm all taken in by the smell and feel of our fruity passion.

So even with that admission I still can't help but keep on submittin',sniffin' fruity passion, from her plump thighs and phat fatty, back up her neck with nibbles on those oh so sweet tasting breast and all over her is fruity passion for
me to enjoy as she plays back with me to her own liking with
my fruity passion toy, always intense, never will it fail to
ignite the schisms of delight when me and her can unite
for a night of fruity passions....oh what a delight when the
smell of our fruity passions fills our nostrils and lays heavy in the air!!!! I can't wait my Fruity Passion Princess, cuz when you call I will be there!!!