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Comfort Food
Comfort Food
I met banana custard at some party. We fell in love and she was of great comfort. In bed we hugged and
spooned and naturally I lapped it up.
She supported my plans, shared my interests. Was there when I needed custard-based comfort .
Delectable and delicious. Yellow and creamy, at first, I couldn't get enough.
Her mother Jam Sponge although very close to banana custard accepted me as “The icing on the cake"
her old man Raspberry Jelly" known as “Red"
Or chuck a wobbly approved and told me even though he had become a bit” set in his ways “ Young
Banana Custards happiness came first.
Even her sister Sweet Sherry a bit of a party girl said she felt like “popping her cork" in excitement.
Her uncle Tinned Fruit found it hard to open up at times but once decanted it was all heavy syrup.
I waited, salivating as my darling dish joined me at the alter for the official blending.
Our love life had become bland. At times her friend Nutmeg joined us for a threesome but our use by
date was fast approaching.
She was also well set up and owned her own pot.
My ex custard fell in with a rich chocolate cake.
Together they did the all you can eat club circuit
Last I heard she had poured herself out over some apple pie, a crusty old bugger and moved up north.