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Every Halloween afterwards I was always coming up with excuses for why I had so many pumpkins in my room. Each year got more difficult. I essentially maintained that I really liked fall and no decoration feels like fall more than a pumpkin and that's why I had so many in my room. But really, I was ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ them and having translucidating other worldly orgasms.
Eventually in my late teens/early 20's I stopped. I got married in my late 20's and I explained my weird fetish to my wife. She surprised me one night after work with a sexy pumpkin. It had been so long since I tried it.
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⠄⣀⣠⣤⡾⢏⣶⣶⣾⡑⢸⠋⠄⣾⣿⣿⣿
⢀⣶⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠰⣋⢲⡇⠄⣤⣉⠻⠿⠿
⣿⣿⣟⣋⣉⣁⠄⠄⠻⣆⡕⠂⣿⣿⡇⠉⠁
⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣃⢸⡁⢊⣲⡶⠁⣴⣿⣿⣦⣦
⠄⠙⠻⣿⡟⠄⣧⣾⣶⣤⣾⡿⣿⠿⣻⣿⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠘⠄⣿⣿⡿⠿⣥⣾⣿⣛⢰⣗⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣶⣶⣿⣟⣛⠿⣵⣿⣟⠂⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢹⡟⣠⣤⣍⠂⠉⣾⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠷⢶⡄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣁⣀⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣀⠙⠿⣿⣿⣿⠍⢁⣤⣶⣤⡀
⠄⠄⠄⢀⣾⣿⣿⣦⣀⠉⠿⡇⣾⣿⣿⣿⣶
⠄⠄⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠹⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠄⠄⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠄⠙⠿⢿⣿⣿