SimonDoom
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One of my most whimsical and enjoyable stories to write was Teddy Bear. The premise is that a very large gift-wrapped Teddy Bear shows up on the doorstep of a young woman, Eleanor, one day, unexpectedly and mysteriously. She brings it in the house. A friend visits and leaves, and then this happens:
Celia left, eventually, and Eleanor walked back to the kitchen. She felt dejected. She didn't want to be alone, but the truth was, Lyle wasn't doing much to make her happy. He was good-looking. That much was true. He was the kind of guy you wanted to show off at an office party. But he was self-centered. There was something missing. There was a button that Eleanor needed pushing, and he wasn't pushing it.
She stared at Teddy Bear, propped up against a kitchen cabinet.
She pushed her hand against his heart.
The deep voice rumbled in response.
"I'm Teddy Bear, and I want to fuck you."
Eleanor screamed and backed up, almost stumbling, mouth agape.
The Bear sat silent on the kitchen floor. Eleanor stood with her hands clutching the tile counter.
She wondered if she'd misheard it. After all, it couldn't really have said what she thought it said, could it? She wondered if this was a weird practical joke. But who would do such a thing? She could not think of anyone. Lyle might yank her chain once in a while, but he'd never put in the effort to pull off something like this. It wasn't his nature to make any effort where a relationship was concerned.
Eleanor pushed away from the counter and approached Teddy Bear, slowly, tentatively.
She pushed her fingers against his heart again.
"I'm Teddy Bear, and I know you want it," the deep voice rumbled. "Touch me between the legs and I'll show you what I'll give you."