Stepdaddy's renown as a man of Letters (hebephilic and pornographic) has led many to seek his wisdom through the years, leading to the establishment of the "Dear Stepdaddy" advice column. Please feel free to pen your own queries; Stepdaddy will respond in this column, or privately if you so request. Your letters are assumed to be just as fictional and tongue-in-cheek as the examples below. You can find his stories and poetry here.
[Note that this missive was translated from the Spanish, and my advice was then in turn converted into the same Romance language for my young correspondent's benefit, by a local middle school Spanish teacher in gratitude for my once having helped him devise an "oral examination" extra-credit program for a some of his female students.]
Dear Stepdaddy,
I am a fourteen-year old girl who crossed the U.S. border a few weeks ago and immediately turned myself over to a border agent, a gringo who was off duty at the time and so not in uniform. Luckily, he spoke Spanish and so was able to identify himself as such to me.
I guess it was lucky for me that he is the one who found me. He did me a great favor and kept me out of the system, taking me instead to his own house, right here on the isolated ranch on which he first encountered me. I had been separated from my group, and my coyote disappeared the second we got across the river, so I was quite alone. I could have died of thirst, or ended up in the efficient ICE system for deportation.
Tio [Uncle], as he likes me to call him, has told me what is happening to other children arriving in the U.S. right now, how they are being summarily rounded up and returned to their own countries within twenty-four hours of apprehension! To think, if Tio hadn't decided to handle my situation privately, I'd already be back in Tegucigalpa. My mother had scrimped and saved to find the money to pay the coyote to get me out of there. She had been afraid the local gangs would eventually force me into prostitution like happened to my older cousin. What a disaster it would be if I got sent back there!
Anyway, Tio was so moved by my story, and so happy that I had been able to escape a potential life in a brothel, that he basically fell in love with me. Yes, Stepdaddy, that very first night he became my first lover. I don't think I love him back, but I have come to enjoy the things we do together -- all the things we do, many of which I didn't even know men and girls could do together!
What I don't like so much is doing those things with his fellow officers. He says they are helping him keep my secret, so when one of them comes to the house, Tio says it's only right that I share my body with him in gratitude. It's surprising how many colleagues Tio has -- all shapes, races, ages and sizes, and of course all of them are men. Many don't look to be in a good enough physical condition to serve as a border agent, but I don't know much about that. They're never in uniform or anything -- I guess trying to help me stay hidden by being discrete. Anyway, I've shown a lot of gratitude over the past few weeks -- sometimes to several different men in a single day.
Besides being so generous to me, Tio is clearly a generous man to everybody. For instance, he has apparently lent money to all of his colleagues. This is why, he tells me, they always give him cash when they drop by. Making payments on these past debts, he says. Some of these loans must have been large, because I have seen some of these colleagues make hundred dollar payments almost every day or so for weeks now! Maybe they bought cars or something, because many of these colleagues who come often drive really fancy cars and wear suits and ties. Tio is also very respectful to these co-workers, even though they owe him money. I think it is an English politeness to call a man "your honor", isn't it?
He is so generous, in fact, that once he saw my photo of my twelve-year-old younger sister, he suggested he arrange with a coyote to bring her up to join us, and thus save her, too, from a future in the brothels.
Stepdaddy, I want to help my sister, and I wouldn't even mind if Tio asks her to show him gratitude, but I don't want her to also have to show gratitude to all his colleagues, like I have to. In fact, I know it's a small price to pay to stay out of prostitution, but I'd prefer it if Tio would just keep my body for his sole pleasure, you know? What should I do?
Honduran Hottie
Enclosed please find a bus ticket, some traveling cash, and a cell phone. I believe it is time you left Tio free to help the next young girl who wanders across the border and onto his ranch. You shouldn't tie up his "generosity."
I think you have two good options.
You could turn yourself in -- you'll find that contrary to the impression you have, deportations are not happening with youngsters like you. However, the living arrangements are, perforce, chaotic and unpleasant for most.
Alternatively, you could use the bus ticket and come live with me. I'll even arrange for your sister to join us. And I'll never ask you, or her, to demonstrate your gratitude to anyone but me.
--SD
| Nickname | Date | Feedback |
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| Anonymous | 1/5/2016 | Long stroke that little Latin lolita until she clutches at her pillow and shrieks "me gusta, me gusta". I will be disappointed if she does not end up servicing multiple well heeled and upstanding members (and their members, upstanding) of the community at once. I am sure the district sheriff and courthouse judge, amongst others, can and will exchange nods, pleasantries and LEO gossip as they simultaneously plunder both ends of our exploited Honduran hottie. |
| 'm sure it will indeed evolve as you imagine if she fails to heed my advice and move out of the situation. Sordid as that outcome would be overall, I agree sometimes during the acts themselves, "a la joven le gustan las actividades" . Not as much as she would "le gusta" a change to Stepdaddy's care, mind you. --Stepdaddy |
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| Anonymous | 1/5/2016 | another slice of, another peek into the human condition and the sordid methods of men...ugh. there is no joy, there is no bliss in laughing at your victims ignorance...akushumi, profesor |
| Indeed, although is it the sordid methods of men or the sordid reality of our species? "Akushumi" perhaps, although she wrote to me, and I did not create her situation but offered advice she leave and enter one of two better ones. By and large, even when he's thinking with his dick, I'd like to believe Stepdaddy exhibits more "mono no aware" than "akushima", sensei; although admittedly he is no Prince Genji. Thanks for sharing your reaction. --Stepdaddy |
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| Linda W | 1/7/2016 | What a great letter. Short but to the point. Almost a good story itself. I wish you could write more stories features girls being tricked into those kind of situation but didn't fully realize it and keep doing it. I love your stories (or letters). It gave me lot of buzz (better than wine). |
| ĦQue linda, Linda! --Stepdaddy |
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| Anonymous | 1/9/2016 | shame on me :p i thought the premise of this being an authentic advice
column was hoOey. i do find it odd though that "she" would refer to
herself in closing as: "Honduran Hottie." and i may not fully
understand your declaration that SD is "no Prince Genji." is it
because Hikaru's immoral acts were part and parcel of his quest to
find his counterpart, while Stepdaddy is contented to merely philander
here & there? i hope the new year will allow you the time needed to write some of your own stories - you are still one of my favorites here |
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