The pressure to get your romantic partner the perfect Christmas gift is real. Especially when you’ve already exhausted the predictable options; jewelry, lingerie, vacations to exotic locales.

We first moved in together last spring, making this our first official holiday together. Our chic, downtown condo was decked out in blinking lights and tinsel. At 26, we were the envy of our friends. We had six-figure salaries, Equinox Gym memberships, and robust 401Ks.

But, like anyone, we weren’t immune to boredom.

By the time the holidays rolled around, we were both working 10 hour days. Our sex life was still dirty and fun — but had become a strictly weekend affair. Most nights, we were too wiped to do anything but watch some bad reality TV and collapse into bed.

As I racked my brain for the perfect gift, I suddenly remembered a drunken confession you once made about your “ultimate fantasy.”

On December 23, your company held a Christmas party. Partners and spouses weren’t invited. When you got home it was nearly 10PM. The lights were off and a trail of fake snow was sprinkled across the living room floor, creating a path to our open bedroom door. You followed it with a touch of trepidation and an curiously pounding heart.

I was seated on the edge of our king sized bed wearing nothing but a crisp, white pair of Calvin Klein briefs and a red Santa hat. Sitting next to me, donning the same exact outfit, was Jake, the guy you had more than once described as your “gym crush.”

“Merry Christmas, babe,” I crooned with a smirk. Jake bit his bottom lip, eying you like a hungry wolf.

[Thanks for reading! If you’re interested in playing the spoiled birthday girl, shoot me a message. Let me know your character’s name, age, appearance, and what she’s wearing when she comes home to this unexpected surprise.

Feel free to either continue the scene from where I left off or ask any questions you may have about its trajectory.

My character’s name is Thatcher. He’s 6’0 with a thin lean build, short but messy dark hair, and brown eyes. He wears fashionable glasses with clear, thick rims. Despite his thin physique, he’s fit from his running and rowing regimen.

Jake is the same age as us. He has a buzzed head of blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He’s 6’2 also lean, but more toned than Thatcher. Lifting is his preferred form of exercise.

I’ll play the parts of both male characters.

I’m looking forward to writing with you. Feel free to respond whenever you read this.]