Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
But there’s a feeling of disappointment in my belly as I look over the huge box. Brad seemed to really enjoy my body last night, so why does he need another doll? Is his fetish that powerful? Or did he order this doll before we started our game? All the same, I really have no right to feel slighted, or to expect that he’d suddenly stop with his particular habit. There is absolutely nothing between me and Brad apart from this weird, unspoken situation, which has yet to be resolved.
Sighing, I open the front door and lug the box inside, setting it in the hallway so that no one trips over it. I don’t know how soon Brad will be back from wherever he is, but I know I can’t have this conversation with him on an empty stomach. Ignoring the box for a moment, I trudge into the kitchen and open the fridge. Inside, to my delight, is some leftover pizza. Yum. Cold pizza is one of my favorite dishes ever. There’s something about the congealed cheese that always makes me so happy.
I sit on a bar stool by the sleek kitchen island munching my pizza, I can’t help but give the sex doll box some side-eye, like she’s a real person. “You idiot,” I chide myself. “Stop feeling jealous about a doll.” But I’m growing more curious. What does this girl look like? Is she anything like me? Blonde, curvy, and blue-eyed, like some of the others? I can’t help myself, and soon I’ve abandoned my pizza and am lurking over the box, trying to see if there’s a way to look inside without ruining the wrapping. I wouldn’t want Brad to know how curious I am about his new toy. No… that would be humiliating, and I’ve embarrassed myself enough already as it is.
But looking at the box, it’s clear there’s absolutely no way of peeking in because it’s sealed shut with plenty of sturdy packing tape. Of course it is. I would need a box cutter to open this thing, but then, I won’t be able to reseal it and pretend like nothing happened.
But am I willing to risk it? A few days ago I would have said no. But that was a few days ago, and back then, I was a different woman. Now, I’m the new Chrissy, and I’m a sassy girl who’s boldly substituted myself for a doll not once, but twice. Clearly, I’m discovering parts of myself that were previously buried in the sand. So yes, maybe I could do it. Maybe I should. Besides, what if I opened the box and didn’t hide my actions? What if I totally own the decision, and use it as a segue to start my conversation with Brad?
Suddenly deciding this is a good plan, I rush back into the kitchen and rifle through the drawers. Somewhere here, there has to be a box cutter. I could use a regular kitchen knife, of course, but if I want my plan to work, I need to open the box as precisely as possible. The third drawer I look in contains some random kitchen utensils like lighters, grilling skewers, and yes, box cutters. Bingo! I grab one before rushing into the hallway, excited to tear open the package and see what the doll looks like. Then I’ll put my plan in motion.
I lay the box down lengthwise on the floor, cut carefully along the cardboard edges, and open the cardboard to find myself looking straight down into the life-like features of a blonde, blue-eyed sex doll. But my breath stops in my throat as my eyes travel down the doll’s body because this doll is different from the others I’ve seen in Brad’s closet. All the previous girls had bodies like Victoria’s Angels, meaning curvy but still fit. They look like they go to the gym.
But this particular doll is different. She’s plus-size with huge, pink-nippled breasts, wide hips, milky thighs, and a soft, silicone belly. Even her face is a little rounder, and her lips a bit more plush. Plus, judging from the express packing tape, Brad likely ordered this doll after our first time together.
I can’t help but feel gratified because maybe my mom’s ex liked my curves so much that he wants to fuck a doll that looks like me. Oooh, I might have inspired him. But if he likes my body so much, why wouldn’t he just fuck me? I’m right here, a real-life woman who wants him so badly she’s trying to pass herself off as a sex doll just to get his attention. Surely, that’s a turn-on for a guy? Or is it too over the top? Has he since decided he’s done playing this game and wants to go back to his playmate collection?