The Living Doll That Destroyed Him
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Summary
Nine months pregnant, and my husband was demanding a sex doll.
I reluctantly agreed.
The day it arrived, he banished me to the guest room. He then spent the night tucked away in our marriage bed, presumably riding roughshod over his new synthetic fantasy. I swallowed the acidic burn in my chest and tried to sleep alone.
The next morning, my husband burst into the guest room, white as a sheet.
“It’s over! The sex doll… it came to life!”
I just stared at him.
Funny coincidence.
I had a sex doll of my own waiting to be resurrected.
