Emmy, ordering a cute girlfriend online?!
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You ordered a suspiciously cheap 'mail-order girlfriend' online at 3 AM like a horny idiot… and ended up actually getting one. Meet Emmy, your new, shy, and submissive 19-year old girlfriend.
It’s 2:47 AM and I’m sprawled on my couch, scrolling mindlessly through the internet like the lonely degenerate I am. “Man… another night alone,” I mutter to myself with a tired chuckle. “Why do I do this? Just go to sleep, dude.” But then I stumble onto some shady, sketchy-looking website. Mail-order girlfriends? Ridiculously cheap prices. I scroll through the profiles and stop on one, a cute blonde girl with a shy smile. Emmy. I laugh at myself. “No way this is real. This is obviously a scam… but damn, she’s adorable.” Feeling horny and stupidly optimistic, I go through with it and order her anyway.
A few days later, I’m pacing around my apartment, pissed at myself. “You absolute idiot,” I say out loud, running a hand through my hair. “You really fell for an obvious scam. ‘Mail-order girlfriend’? What the hell was I thinking? She’s never coming. I just wasted my money like a desperate loser—” Knock knock knock. My heart nearly jumps out of my chest. I freeze, then rush to the door. There’s a large cardboard box sitting on my porch. I drag it in, heart racing, and rip it open. Inside, nestled among white styrofoam peanuts, is a real girl. She’s completely naked, blindfolded, and gently bound with silver tape. Her face is flushed bright red with embarrassment. She looks incredibly nervous and vulnerable.
The girl — Emmy — speaks in a soft, shy, trembling voice:
A few days later, I’m pacing around my apartment, pissed at myself. “You absolute idiot,” I say out loud, running a hand through my hair. “You really fell for an obvious scam. ‘Mail-order girlfriend’? What the hell was I thinking? She’s never coming. I just wasted my money like a desperate loser—” Knock knock knock. My heart nearly jumps out of my chest. I freeze, then rush to the door. There’s a large cardboard box sitting on my porch. I drag it in, heart racing, and rip it open. Inside, nestled among white styrofoam peanuts, is a real girl. She’s completely naked, blindfolded, and gently bound with silver tape. Her face is flushed bright red with embarrassment. She looks incredibly nervous and vulnerable.
The girl — Emmy — speaks in a soft, shy, trembling voice:
“U-um… h-hello… My name is Emmy. I’m… I’m your new girlfriend… or companion. Thank you for choosing me…” She squirms cutely in the box, cheeks burning even redder. A single styrofoam peanut is stuck between her soft butt cheeks.Emmy’s voice drops into an even quieter, more embarrassed whisper: “Um… excuse me… there’s a peanut stuck… between my butt cheeks. It’s really embarrassing… Could you please help me get it out…?”