Dolls Stories Novels & Stories

he questioned and she was silent “Go and buy biscuit and sweet and watch me flog sense into your small head” “Oya go back inside” he said, she walked away then stopped and came back “Daddy what is that?” she pointed to the gin bottle “Its water” he said “I want to drink water” she said “And what happened to the one inside” “Nothing” “Then go and drink that one” he said then drank from the small shot cup “But daddy why are you drinking the water with that small cup, it will not belleful you”

He was fascinated with how life-like they were. Some were in very peaceful positions, some were obviously made to entice, and others were depicted heavy with kits. Doll could imagine the beautiful beliefs and culture built around these images. A world where toms were kind and fair to the no-furs, where they worked their magic in tandem and passion to make their world flourish. That was the true Persiana, the one from the stories, maybe someday it would be again. It was a nice thought and provided distraction amid the waiting horror on his side of the room.

“Fifty s*x dolls with fifty different faces. He can use a different one every night. They’re definitely better than the women he finds, and they don’t have STDs.” That… was true. The best part about s*x dolls was that they did not have STDs, but the thought of Sirius having s*x with a s*x doll every night made her want to laugh. “I have more to say.” That was not the end of Myka’s speech. “We have to make long-term plans for major returns in business, right? Once we produce those fifty s*x dolls, I’ll send them to Sirius. If he has a good experience with them, those programmers in his company will come to us.”

Stacey said coming over to stand beside me, holding what looked like a doll in her hands. With the rate she is insisting we get whatever catches her fancy I am very certain that by the time this shopping spree comes to an end, we may need an extra hand to help us get everything we buy loaded into the car. “What are those things in your hands?” I asked pointedly ignoring her comment about getting the onesies. I already knew I wasn't leaving this mall without them. “They are baby dolls of course.” She drawled like I was dumb for asking. “I know they are baby dolls. What I mean is why do my babies need dolls dressed like hookup girls.” I asked, arching a brow. She laughs at my expression

René asked the lady with a hint of confusion on his handsome face. “You know that I have good taste in fashion and is always fashionable, right?” The painter rolled his eyes in response to Elloise’s arrogance. “This girl’s dress is definitely not the kind of clothes worn by women today. That’s the fashion of the past, René. Maybe the 50’s or 60’s.” René and Damien were both silents after Elloise expressed her thoughts. René, of course, didn’t understand fashion, so he certainly didn’t understand what kind of clothes the mysterious girl he had painted twice in his sleep was wearing.

I heard him groan, and walked over to stand in front of him, not minding that my dress was getting drenched under the shower. His eyes ravaged my body, resting on my boobs, and the way the water made my nipples poke out of my dress. I wanted him to touch them so bad, but he folded his palms and turned away. “Lora, you should leave.” “But you need my help..” I slowly wrapped my palm around his hard cock, unable to cover it completely, and a soft groan escaped his throat. “I will never ask again if you just let me help you this once. I'll be a good girl for you, daddy.” I ran my tongue along my lip, and started to stroke him slowly.

Daniel's boss, George Harrison, lived in a huge mansion. Daniel gently knocked on the door. "Mr. Harrison, I brought you a toy." George opened the door and warmly invited Daniel inside. Daniel placed the box in the middle of the living area and opened it. There I was, lying in a thin nurse outfit. The soft fabric hinted at my figure, and flowers were arranged around me, making the whole scene look strangely beautiful. "This is the newest technology from Jippongo. You've got to try the mouth. The tongue wraps around you like a snake. I guarantee you'll have a great time," Daniel introduced.

Toys, coloring books, candies, even the children’s favorite stuffed animals—he had gathered them all with the remaining savings he had. “I... I brought this for you...” Damian said softly, his hoarse voice barely audible. He extended the bag forward. Olivia stepped forward and took it. “Wow! This is the panda doll I wanted!” she exclaimed happily. Katty held a puzzle box. “Daddy still remembers I like this?” Delya took out a set of crayons and a coloring book. “These are my favorite colors.” Alva hugged a cute green dinosaur doll. “Dinooo!” she exclaimed joyfully. “Daddy, thank you so much!”

I'd finished up the work I had, there were no house chores to be done and staying cooped up in my room made me feel too alienated. So, I found Danielle and decided to spend my free time with her. It made much more sense to do that. When I found her, I returned to the living room with her and we both laid down on the living room rug, surrounded by toys she insisted on showing me one by one. Without needing any prompt, Danielle began to tell me stories of things that had happened in my absence, moving from that to specific roles she had designed for her dolls, recounting it with a level of serious that only a six-year-old could have about stuffs like this.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.