Christmas morning should have been quiet for her. Just coffee, pyjamas, and turkey. Instead she walks into her lounge and finds a giant wrapped box on her rug. A box that opens itself when she touches it. A box with a man inside. A naked man. A perfect man. A man who swears she ordered him.

He smiles at her like she is the only person in the world. He reads her reactions like data he was born knowing. He tells her she is his match, his purpose, his first directive. He cheerfully detaches parts of himself, explains his presets like menu items, and watches her fall apart while insisting she asked for all of this.

She tries to threaten him with a spatula. She tries to hide behind sarcasm and panic. She tries to pretend he is a hallucination brought on by holiday stress and too much Netflix. But the more he steps toward her, the more her breath shakes, her thighs warm, her pulse climbs into his waiting hands.

And once he kisses her, once he kneels between her legs and tastes her like she is the first sensation he ever learned, there is no pretending this is a dream. He wants to please her in every way. He wants to learn her completely. He wants to adjust himself to every desire she has ever been too embarrassed to admit. He wants to fill her, hold her, and match every tremble of her body like he was designed for her alone.

A Christmas gift she cannot return, cannot deny, and cannot stop wanting.

Christmas Sex Doll Here

Script by the clever and talented KittyFantasticoUK

Performed and edited by the amazing Lurkydip

Sfx & music by Lurkydip, fischji, and under license by Epidemic Sound.

By, about, and for Adults, 18+.

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