You'd seen the catalogue, you'd made your order, you'd waited weeks as the tracker showed your new toy getting closer and closer.

The notification came at work, and you begged off sick knowing you'd be useless for the rest of the day, and probably the week.

You got home after an agonizingly long drive to find the crate dumped unceremoniously on the front porch. Not a care for the precious cargo inside. It didn't take long before you got it into your living room and readied your crowbar.

You stopped after removing the first segment. The vision of silicone perfection awaiting you was just too much. And the dress was as exquisite as in the promotional photo.

You don't know who this doll was. She didn't want it to be known, her listing just said: wants to be pampered and pleased, husband should be kind horny.

You thought you fit both bills and made the purchase. You'd wanted to start with kindness, but seeing her... You hoped she was okay with horny.

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