Crystianna Dancing Dolls Novels & Stories

Two of the other dancers, Sabrina and Crystal, sit at the mirrors already in costume. “Hey guys,” I say. “Hi, Eleni,” they chorus. Crystal turns to face me and jiggles her chest. “What do you think of the new top?” I study it. She tends to lean into the literal interpretation of her name, coating herself in what look like real jewels, and the tiny bra she has on tonight is no exception. Glittering strings of red faux-stones drip from the bottom and catch the light when she moves. “Cute,” I say. “With the black dress?”

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

15 Momma’s told me once or twice—and sometimes I remember—about the doll I had when I was really little. Samelsa. A name I made up myself. Mom says I wouldn’t stand for it when anyone dared mishear me and try to call her ‘Sam’. “Sam is a girl-name for hookers and strippers. Maybe waitresses,” she says. “I think you knew that, too. Even then. If people dared call your doll ‘Sam’ you’d give them the blackest evil eye. That look on your face! It was like a witchy old woman who’d just caught her neighbor’s dog peeing on her front porch.”

After spending the whole day with Zander, going from place to place, getting her hair done, nails done, and finding the perfect outfit, Claudia was finally ready for her date with Sean. She was wearing a cold shoulder black dress that hugged her curves and stopped about an inch from her knees. Her hair was straightened and left to flow down her back like a copper waterfall and her nails were painted crimson and sharpened as well as pointed to look like claws. As Claudia walked into the Dragon's Den, All the men stopped and stared but her eyes were only focused on Sean who couldn't take his eyes off her even when the waitress was obviously trying to get his attention.

But although she was disappointed to have lost the cock that had been rubbing her pussy, she was also very curious about dancing, naked, with another woman. "We were watching you dance, downstairs," Vicki said. "That was so freaking hot! I am so glad that Ted invited you up here." "Thank you," Crystal said as Vicki's hands roamed tenderly over the small of her back and the upper curve of her naked ass. "I'm Crissy, by the way. I was having a lot of fun out there. I'm glad others were enjoying it, too. Being an exhibitionist isn't really very fulfilling without an audience."

But not like Rose; she was what I was craving, desiring. Approaching her, I ask her to dance with me. The blondie was wearing a long brown dress with Swarovski crystals. She was slim with a small breast and good thighs to give birth to an heir. I didn’t know from what family she was, but she looked like a pureblood.

"Mona is another one of our Doms, while Tyra and Savannah are subs." "Beautiful Indian girl over there, her name is Shyla. That girl's hips don't lie, and most of them men just like watching her dance." Cindy nodded her head in the direction of a thin dark olive-skinned girl, with a golden piercing on the crook of her right nostril. Her almond shaped dark-green eyes and darkened lips gave her an exotic appealed, and when she smiled at something Simone said, Cara could understand why Cindy dubbed her as beautiful.

He didn't exactly look charming today but his future bride didn't seem to mind because she yelled his name, smiled brightly and gaily waved at him. Crystal was stretching,warming up her muscles for the dance. Her leg atop the barre that lined the other wall, she followed the choreographer's instructions. Xaver didn't think it was necessary though. For Pete's sake, they just hold each other and spin in circles. It's not freaking ballet.

Bella’s long straight dark hair was set off beautifully in a shimmering silver gown that clung to her slender shape whilst dripping with sparkling crystals. Kyra’s more petite frame and unusual grey hair was tightly wrapped up in a mermaid style neon blue gown which made her look like something from another realm. Neither of them had found mates yet and they didn’t sound hopeful of the night yielding any better results. “Wait until you see the Dance of Connection,” Bella sighed, “all that twirling around into the arms of everyone on the dance floor is just the most amazing feeling. I feel like royalty every time we do it, it’s the best bit of the whole evening”.