I have a **** fetish. Packing ****, scotch ****, whatever, it just drives me insane. I can smell it from 10 feet away, and then I home in on it, and lick it and sniff it until the Food Lady says "OH, SKEEZIX!" and then I pretend to be interested in something else until she goes away and I can go back to my ****. I dream of being wrapped in ****, able to smell that **** smell all day and all night: MMMMMM! Heaven!
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