Post #177250 · SoyBooru

Oh beautiful plump Obsidian, soft like a marshmallow, warm like a hot pocket, how I would so love to get my hands on you and caress your rotund body up, black like a bitter and faintly sweet dark chocolate, and rub it up, down, and all over too. I would so love to slowly undress you, layer by layer, like an onion, before finally revealing your juicy cake, which I would then eat with great delight. There is nothing more I want in this world than to see the beauty of your big voluptuous body, with its many folding layers like a creamy desert elegantly folding over itself as it pours over the main piece. Oh how I wish that could be you falling upon me in much the same way, lay on top of me, blanket me like the chicken to the cheese of a cordon bleu. I can almost feel the warmth of your mass surrounding me just imagining it. Such warmth, like the filling that comfortably resides within a hot pocket. They say once you go black you can't go back, so it is between you and me. From my first glance upon your sugar sweet beauty I knew that you had to be mine. Me without you is like vanilla without chocolate on a half moon cookie. You're the cinnamon to my coffee cake, the crust to a pie. If you would let me be yours, I could be the glaze to your donut, the cream to your pie, the filling to your eclair. Please, Obsidian, bless me with your obese beauty. If you could just give me a chance I could show you that I can give you everything you want, and more. Not one moment in my presence will you hunger for anything, I will satisfy all your wants. Even your great thirsts will be quenched, and oh how thirsty you will be when I stand before you, like a pancake sopping up my syrup. Please Obsidian, I love you to no end, you will be mine.