Magic

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He told me to Call it magic. I could not get over him, he was tricky to handle but he was sticky to let go of. He was honey, I was a bee, I was attached to him, his pollen. That pollen oh lord that pollen. Golden delicious yyuuuummmmmmmm... I thought he was harmless but he was a honey monster and I craved his sweet touch. Every night he was in my wardrobe and when my mom went to turn out the light he would emerge. Emerge from the wardrobe to finger blast me to a pleasant slumber. After that he would jump on the highway to hel. Jk my heavenly dreams, where he would stay for my 7.5 hour sleep. My regular morning, was the not so sweet surprise;he was there-he being the honey monster Harry. And he would be cradling my vagina until I screamed. When my mom came in (stupid bitch) I would hide him. He was so large, so so large, that the only place to squeeze him in was my asshole. Yep it was big, and yes I had seen a doctor, they told me it was the nightly finger blasting that had rocketed me to pain.
Then I would awake from the less pleasant dream than those of sweet sexual intercourse the night before and have to start my day on a tummy full of imaginary not so yummy cummy. My mother still doesn't understand why I stopped having my routine porridge when I started having dream of sweet Harry Ed..
The Ed standing for education because everything sexual I had learnt came from him. And his middle name was Edward so sometime I refer to him as that, although he doesn't need to know that. He didn't know a lot of things. Before my delicious honey-monster-Harry days, I had to pretend. Pretend I had a Harry. He doesn't know that. It started with a box of sugar puffs, that big honey monster sent me soaring through the roof. I was soarin-flyin all Gabriella and Troy style. So I had to find him, and though it did take a bit of stalking (finding all of his relatives and working for his delicious trickster father) it was so worth it. If my mother,Mary Berry, found out she'd be horrified. If Mary knew the type of ~fúñ~ me and the honey monster had she'd try and take my place.

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