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."