Morning Creampie
18I picked one at random from the front page, and started to read. Text never carries inflection very well, but I was pretty sure from context that was meant as an expression of surprise and admiration, not actually a request. No, if I was going to learn the identity of my mystery girl, I was going to have to do it the hard way; by seducing her into telling me herself! but that was all the information she had provided about herself. And, more to the point, just like Astrid, too; my own teenage daughter, who at that very moment was laying in her bed just down the hall! It was a hell of a struggle, trying to find anything to criticize… It wasn’t long before my fantasies started becoming more and more taboo, leaning heavily towards stuff that would have been illegal if it was real; coercion, incest, rape, bestiality… I told her how much I was looking forward to reading her other stories, as well—but that I was planning to limit myself to only one every few nights, to make them last.
