Passion Tastes Like Plump Raspberries

passion tastes like plump raspberries header shows a naked torso with plump raspberries lined up.
Photographer: Stutographer Model: Me

I’ve heard it said that “Passion tastes like plump Raspberries on summer’s afternoon” (origin unknown, but found here) but I’m not so sure I agree.

OK, mine tastes a little like that. The tart, sweet nectar that flows from my heated core…

While His passion has a certain sweetness to it, he’s not so sharp. His delicious creamy flood, indescribable yet indelibly marked on my tastebud recall. I’m salivating at the thought of being gifted his release, a reward well earnt after He has stretched me, used me, taken what he wants.

And it’s not just the fluids of our lust that belie our passion. The innocent yet depraved scavenging of his droplets of sweat, as he exacts his torments on me. Does this particular passion taste like plump raspberries? Certainly not. I’ve been drunk on Raspberry wine before, but it’s not a patch on the intoxication of his hard work. Savoury, scented with his pheromones.

I can hardly wait to wear him again, scented by his passions, tongue sparkling with his gifted pleasures.

I shall be waiting with bated breath, sampling the plump fruity tang of my own raspberry patch. Tasting and testing as the excitement builds.

Sinful Sunday

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