The Gift

‘One orgasm this Christmas. I will return every Christmas with one extra orgasm each time. All you need do is lie back and close your eyes, just the same.’

You remembered the words. You didn’t need to be reminded, as they’d swum in your mind for the last twelve months. You hadn’t spent a single night not thinking about the way she was teased and seduced to the most intense climax of her life last Christmas.

As before, a note under the tree reminded her of the command: ‘Remember, keep your eyes closed.’

You masturbated so intensely for many nights since last Christmas, yet nothing could match the sensations that had been unleashed upon you last time. You hadn’t uttered a word to anyone else about it; this was your little gift and yours alone.

Finally, Christmas had arrived. As soon as you lie back against the mattress and close your eyes, it begins instantly.

You do as you were told in the dream. On Christmas Eve, you had dreamt of him, the absolute picture of your fantasies as if he were there with you in the flesh. After the most wonderful of dreams, filled with passion and eroticism, you woke up, wishing it were real. However, you recalled his one request as if it were whispered in your ear directly.

‘On Christmas, place your hands above your head and close your eyes. I’ll stay with you until you open your eyes.’

When you also opened up a gift beneath your Christmas tree – one you didn’t recognise – and saw that it contained nothing but a note stating, ‘Remember, keep your eyes closed,’ you knew it must be real. It couldn’t have been merely a dream.

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The Gift: Year Two

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