Sit down children, sit down and let uncle Krionell tell you a story of true love. A love between a robust 'tater and a man of culture.
RT walked through his front door, heading towards his car to go to the shop, when he notices a small, sweet 'tater lying on the ground. Picking it up he notices how smooth and voluptious it feels. Turning it around, he notices quite a feminime structure, curves matching a robust woman. "Now this is quite a find!" he exlaims proudly to himself, turning and heading inside with the potato. He is now a proud Irishman with a sweet 'tater to go with. "I'm havin' potatos and beer today!" he laughs, gently putting the potato down onto the counter. Quickly switching on youtube, typing "how to bake a sweet potato" and clicking on the first video. He looks at his potato again, "Something's missing..." he thinks to himself, quickly realizing a picture is missing. He prints out a small resolution picture of Kai, ductaping it onto the potato. He smiles and plays the video. Aftr a few minutes he hears... "Oil the sweet potato up, with your hands." and he looks at his cute potatos cute face, blushing slightly and reaching for the oil, but not any oil... "Extra virgin olive oil" it reads, with bold letters like nothing else matters. "Just what I need..." he smiles as he puts oil on his hands, rubbing them together and he sits down onto the floor, grabbing the 'tater. He smiles at his potato, and starts rubbing the oil onto the potato.
With each stroke he goes over the smooth, sexy curves of the Kai 'tater, as if it was her. "You're one sexy sweet potato Kai," RT chuckles and keeps rubbing the oil over the potato. And he keeps at it, even though it has oil all over it. He looks the Kai potato into her eyes, moving in for a kiss until recoiling visibly, "What am I doing? I went from trying to prepare a sweet potato for baking to sensualizing it.. Well if I started I might aswell finish," says Rt as he hrugs, stealing a kiss from the 'tater. Rubbing his oily hands all over the sweet Kai potato is quite fun, her curves just right. The oil keeps her slippery as he somewhat struggles to keep her in his hamds, the potato suddenly shooting up from his hands as if it was soap, landing back down in his suddenly bulging crotch, "Is that what you want Kai? Well no can do, you're a potato!" he says, grabbing the potato but then shaking it gently as he starts talking with a high pitch. "But Rt... Even if I'm a potato ut doesn't mean you can't make love to me with your hands!" and RT mods accordingly, sounding normal now. "You are absolutely right." he laughs as he starts to caress the sweet Kai 'tater slowly, around every curve. He grabs more oil, rubbing his fingers around her hip-like curve and blushing, whispering to her, "You like that don't you..." and with a smile, he kweps rubbing her bottom curves, other fingers rubbing at her sides, as if pleasuring the potato. Oh what joy this is, he thinks, "Not only is it a free potato but its my free potato," he smiles, until the Kai 'tater jumps up from his strong irish hands, landing onto the ground and sliding under the cupboard! "Noo! My 'tater!" Rt cries out, the trail of oil visible. A single tear runsdown his cheek, "You... You're lost forever ...!" he exclaims and holds himself at the cupboard with his hands.
And thus ends the greatest love story ever to be told.
