Purple PherOmone

Her scent the sweet smell of flowers, so deadly, so beautiful. I want to have it all to myself her smile her body her essence. I want to keep everything she has to offer to myself, my own private bee hive my sweet irresistible nectar. Her sex, the taste of brown sugar, chocolate, and passion. No one knows of our wild bedroom behaviours or the things we said that that were better left unsaid. This is my confession, my sweet release, my secret love letter sealed with my blood. Rinasia Davis is her name and my love for her is a pleasant smell like a strong pheromone.
She is my Addiction my own private brand of heroine the greatest high I could ever have. She is my disease that cannot be cured. When I first laid eyes on her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Purple and black hair with brown fur and green eyes and an hour glass figure to match I just had to marry her. The ring on her finger kind of turns me on but it’s so much more than so much more than just commitment, it’s like a bond between souls, I never knew spirits could make love until I made love to her. Rina just the sound of her name from my lips is enough to drive me insane. I love the way we get down and dirty, how she pins me to the bed to let me know it’s her time to give her all to me or how she lets me play daddy dom. The she pierces my neck with her loving bite. But the number one thing that unleashes the animal within me is her smell. Its an unforgettable scent of flowers and sex. Our love is pure but our sex is unrelenting.