Ladyfruit (100 words of Walter on acid, pondering Astrid's boobs.)
The blotter brings sweet ladyfruit. Orbs of Astral delight. They woo me with their jiggle and bounce. I see you! I reach out my finger to touch the pert nipple beneath layers of soft cloth. Shall I press it? A button that summons the elevator in my pants. My erection rises: up, up, up. Third floor, everybody out! But I'm staying here, going all the way, to the penthouse where I can twiddle my own tiny buttons. I stifle my spurting giggles. The fairies return to indulge me. I'm a naughty boy, but they don't know the half of it.