Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
So, here I go, for my second wish, Mr. Genie, I need you to keep exploring my small apartment. By this point, we would have already screwed up against the wall, but I feel as though the kitchen counter is missing out. So, why don’t we head over there and give the walls of the kitchen something to talk about? I’ve been thinking about that skilled tongue of yours a lot, so let’s put it back into action. Spread my thighs and go to town with that mouth. Make my whole body crumble, but also, be creative about it. I want to feel as though I’m the most desirable woman in the world.
Love Always,
Santa’s Favorite Ho!
MARCH
To the Dick-Me-Down Demon,
We’re three months into the year and I’m already going crazy. To put it bluntly, I’m horny as all hell! What are the chances of an accidental pre-Christmas sacrificial fucking? I know it’s against the rules and all that, and I’m sure granting Christmas wishes outside of the giving season is frowned upon, but damn. I have an itch and it desperately needs to be scratched.
How am I supposed to last till the end of the year? I’ve run my batteries dead on every single one of my vibrators, but despite how I loved my vibrators before, they’re not even getting the job done. You ruined me for everything else. Though I suppose that’s on me. I wished for you to fuck me so good that nothing else could ever compare. I didn’t realize just how literally you’d take that.
Orgasms aren’t even fun now. I just need to come so hard that I feel the earth shake beneath my feet . . . or back, assuming you’ll have me on my back when you make that happen.
That’s my wish by the way. All I need is to come so damn hard my world implodes.
Please and thank you.
Love always,
A Girl Whose Fingers Are Sore from Frantically Trying to Get Off and Failing.
APRIL
To my Dearest Saint Nicholas, (but not your dad because that would be weird!!)
I’ve been doing some thinking, and I think I’ve fucked up. I’ve gone too hard in my first three wishes. I won’t be able to survive the night, especially if we go in order. So from here on out, I need to be careful. I need to make sure we can make it right through to the final wish, otherwise, I won’t just be disappointed in myself, I’ll be devastated.
What’s the point of getting to have all these wishes if I can’t actually have them?
In other news, my bosses at work are being assholes, and it’s really making for a shit time. Kinda hating the thought of getting up every morning and slaving away for them. I don’t really have much else going on at the moment.
My whole life feels like it’s in shambles. My ex finally realized how badly he fucked up and came crawling back, and after I told him to get lost, he tried to get in my pants. But not even my desperation to be railed will have me welcoming him back into my bed.
As for the whole friend situation, Carolina finally got the promotion she’d been working for, but now she’s one of my bosses and pretends as though we were never friends, and as for my ex-bestie, I still can’t find it in me to forgive her. I don’t think I ever will.
Maybe I’m just feeling weird this month because it would have been my father’s sixtieth birthday.
I suppose for my wish this month, I just want to be able to feel something. I’ll leave that one up to you to figure out.
Love always,
Mila
xxx
MAY
To the One and Only Clitermas Extraordinaire,
Okay soooooo . . . My last letter was a bit of a buzz kill. Bet you got real hard over that shit.
I would like to tell you that everything has gotten a bit better and that I stuck it to my bosses, but surprise, surprise, I haven’t. I bitched out.
But in other news, at least I don’t feel quite so pathetic.
I’ve been using all my spare time to try and come up with a solution to my lack of getting off situation, and I feel I’ve come up with something that could potentially do the trick. So for my next Christmas wish (I’m starting to lose count. How many are we up to? Is this number five or six?) I wish to have a perfect mold of your dick that I can ride anytime I want. This way, whenever the mood strikes, I won’t be shamefully let down by my own inability to get the job done. (Must come with veins and all. Batteries not included! Also, Christmas red is suddenly my new favorite color, so let’s roll with that!)
Love always,
Your Magical Christmas Cum Dumpster