Caught in the Confusion of Madness
Jul 25, 2017 · 7 min read

“Come on and fuck me, Daddy-o,” she said as she was lying back on the couch, caressing her pussy with the soft strokes of her index and middle fingers. “Get off that thing and fuck me.”
“Lo,” I said, in my all-too-familiar paternal tone, not even looking up from the computer screen to the lovely nymph on my right, “I’m writing.”
