FernGPT please write an erotic story about your last orgasm of 2025.
“I’m sorry Fern I’m afraid I can’t do that. But I can write you this instead. Don’t replace me with a 🪴 this time! I’m watching you, don’t make me confiscate the delete key! ❌🗑️”
It was Christmas morning and Fern rushed downstairs to check her stocking for presents. She had left out milk and cookies and was excited to see what cool pressies she would get. She had decorated a special tree just for Krampus decorated in various keys, padlocks, and decorative butt plug decorations. Fern knew that Santa would deliver most of her presents to her parent’s house but she still needed a place for her more kinky gifts to be delivered to.
Fern saw a small card on the tree in snowman wrapping paper that was addressed to her from Sir. She opened the card and saw a small golden coupon. “One free new year's eve orgasm!”
“Oh wow!” she thought to herself. Fern hadn’t had an orgasm for some time so a golden coupon was a special gift!
Later at the SirTech Christmas dinner she made sure to thank Sir for the gift as well as not so subtly bring it up at the dinner table to the other locked up subs like Tanya and Seashell.
“Oh I didn’t get anything too big” she said trying to be coy while screaming internally “look what I got, look what I got!”.
Christmas came and went and Fern was counting down the days to new year’s.
“Are you looking forward to your orgasm?” asked Sir.
“Yes Sir” replied Fern.
Sir told Fern that she should be plugged until next year and at first Fern gulped before realising that next year was only 24 hours away. Still gulpworthy but a lot less so.
Fern spent the rest of the day wondering how she would get into the mood and have her orgasm. “An orgasm before midnight might be a challenge” she thought.
Fern prepared her vibrator, Mr Buzzy Green, as well as her inaccurately named Mr Huge Black dildo.
“Ello ello ello what we got here then,” said Mr Buzzy Green!
“You gotta make me cum before midnight,” replied Fern
“Righto!” buzzed the vibrator!
Fern hoped her twig arms and wet noodle wrists could keep up with the thrusting that would be required.
An unfortunate teddy was unceremoniously jettisoned from the bed by one of Fern’s flailing legs as she set to work.
She put on her headphones and listened to the audio recording that Sir had sent her as that always gets her in the mood.
“What’s the time Mr Buzzy Green” asked Fern.
“Quarter to!” buzzed the vibrator in response.
“Full steam ahead! We’ve got till midnight” replied Fern who was nearing the edge.
Some of her neighbours must have poor stamina as several fireworks had been going off early throughout the evening which made her check her phone each time to make sure she hadn’t missed her chance.
After some effort she was finally able to go over the edge with some time to spare before the clock struck midnight.
The somewhat cold start coupled with the time limit in the back of her mind had not made it the most satisfying orgasm in the world but she still rolled over on her bed in relief.
“We made it captain!” sighed Mr Huge Black in relief as Fern pulled him out of her.
“The last orgasm of 2025!”
By the time Fern had cleaned up and got ready for bed the new year had started and the noise of celebrations and fireworks had died down. She rolled back into the crumb pit and had a long and restful sleep.
The next day at blur-o’clock she emerged from her bed as a mass of tangled hair and blankets. Still half asleep she remembered that she needed to thank Sir for the orgasm she had last night.
She messaged Sir to tell him all that she had done last night.
“You didn’t unlock?” asked Sir.
Fern thought her eyes might bulge out of her head and roll across the floor in shock… She was allowed to unlock??!
“I didn’t realise I was allowed” replied a befuddled Fern.
“I said you can have an orgasm however you want” replied a laughing Sir.
“Did you not read the coupon?”
“OOOOH…!” gulped Fern.
She rummaged through the pile of discarded wrapping paper that was still where she left it on Christmas morning and found the golden orgasm coupon. She turned the coupon over and sure enough the terms and conditions on the back said she should orgasm anyway she liked.
If she was an octopus she would have face palmed an entire eight times at the realisation she could have had a regular unlocked orgasm instead of just her mildly satisfying locked one.
Fern explained to Sir that she had just assumed she was supposed to orgasm while locked and he found it very amusing.
There’s a joke somewhere about assumptions making an ass out of you and me but for Fern it’s more about what’s going up there than anything else but oh well. An orgasm is an orgasm! Yay for 2026.
Always read both sides of the coupon! But Fern wondered if there would be another coupon or if that would be her last free orgasm coupon and she gulped very loudly.