When I was a kid, I used to watch Sesame Street. One particular segment, featuring Kermit the Frog with a little girl saying her ABCs, was my favorite. The little girl in the clip kept interrupting to say "Cookie Monster."

I saw this segment several times. The girl was about my age. It stuck with me for years. I even had dreams about it. Then nightmares. It started to take over my life. I couldn't complete any tasks at work without my train of thought being broken by this little girl's face, her innocent giggle, and COOKIE MONSTER.

I didn't know what to do. I was a wreck. So, I made it my mission in life to track down the woman who had starred in this clip decades ago.

After months of calls, public records research, and Facebook stalking, I finally tracked her down. She was absolutely gorgeous. The little girl that tortured me in my sleep now was a beautiful woman. My dreams turned sexual. Her, naked, holding her breasts, showing me her "cookie monster."

I sent her a message on Facebook. We talked for awhile. And then we met. We started dating. I was absolutely in love. For weeks, my head was finally clear. And we decided to move things into the bedroom.

As I stood over her, both of us naked, my heart pounding in my chest, I knew what I had to do. For 2 hours, we fucked like rabbits. But every time she'd near climax, I'd back off. I was driving her mad. Just as I had planned.

I flipped her around. Told her she was going to get fucked doggie style. She was practically begging me to make her cum. I fucked the hell out of her swollen, glistening vagina. I felt her begin to tighten right as I felt my own orgasm approaching. I pulled out with an audible "pop" and I ejaculated in her hair as I violently, viscerally screamed "COOKIE MONSTER."

I never saw her again after that. But now my head is clear.