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o  	The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of  o
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Carrot (F-solo)
by Theena

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   This happened when I was about fourteen, I think. Before
"Louise" and I got our Christmas presents, anyway.
   I had been reading a "hot" book that Louise gave me. I don't
remember the name, but I do remember I got very horny reading it. I
stopped reading to play with myself, but somehow, it wasn't enough.
I wanted something inside. I wanted to feel like I was being "made
love" to, and to experience what the heroine of the book was
experiencing.
   I looked around my room for something penis sized and shaped,
but didn't find anything. Pens, pencils, even a hairbrush handle
came under my scrutiny and were rejected.  The more I searched, the
more desperate I became, the more I wanted something.
   Finally, I thought of the refrigerator. "There are long, thick
things in there," I thought. So, I went downstairs to the kitchen
(my mother was out) and looked. "Maybe a cucumber," I thought. To
my chagrin, there were none. But I saw a nice, fat carrot! "Super!"

   I carefully washed it and peeled it (I don't know why, habit, I
suppose) and took it up to my room.
   What a shock when I put it where I wanted it! It was ice cold! I
quickly withdrew it and warmed it up in my hands. I couldn't wait,
though, so back it went, cold or not.
   Ohh, how good it felt. I dreamed it was a man, that it moved in
me on it's own. Soon I came. I wanted more, so I started in again.

   But then I heard footsteps on the stairs! "Damn! Mom's home!" I
withdrew my "friend" in a panic, put "him" on my night table and
pulled my jeans on as fast as I could.
   "Hi Mom."
   My mother started to ask me about my day at school, and to chat
(my mother loved to chat).
   As she was talking, she absent- mindedly picked up the carrot,
still warm from my insides, and ATE IT!
   "These are REALLY good carrots!" she said, "I ate yours, so I'll
peel you another."