Dolls Stories Novels & Stories

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

But my sister's question brought me back to reality. "Yes," I replied. "Why aren't you listening to me?" she asked, tugging at my arm a little harder. "I am listening to you," I said. "No, you are not listening to me. I asked you, if you know why...her dolls...are angry at each other?" I offered a question in response. "Are they fighting again?" "Yes, they are fighting again. You were not listening." Her dolls were always fighting over something. Just yesterday, they fought over a dress. She would typically bring their disagreements to me and ask that I listen to her, so she could tell me what it was they were fighting over.

Main reason I had bought the beverages. My pace began to diminish and my smile faded when I discovered Jane was still very much around, sitting very close to Louisa. Her arms tucked in hers. It seemed like they had a very good relationship earlier on and she had been having a heart to heart conversation with her. My eyes scrolled through the hospital cabinet that was already loaded with fruit drinks, water and snacks. Two story books was also placed on the table, Roald Dahl's ”Matilda" and Kenneth Grahame's ”The Wind in the Willows". Jane was clutching a bouquet of flowers and another was rested at Maurice's side, she definitely came prepared and before me.

"Hahah. Is that how you get girls to say yes to you?" "Uhuh. That's how easily I can get girls. So I have a girlfriend named for almost every letter in the alphabet." He said matter of factly. Jeesh! This guy is mighty proud of his folly. "Ok, name the the one with letter X." I said laughing not taking him seriously. "Hmmm, Xenia, the girl with a big butt! Ghhaad, I love girls with big butts." My eyes widened with his revelation. Is he for real? So would I make it to his list? I had a petite figure but my bubble butt is my greatest asset.

I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways Maybe it's all part of a plan Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes Hoping that you'll understand That, baby, now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart Thinking out loud Maybe we found love right where we are (oh, oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lo-ud So, baby, now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart I'm thinking out loud But maybe we found love right where we are Oh, baby, we found love right where we are And we found love right where we are. " So mom how did

“The wrong type of doll, actually. Hailey is an artist with making antique porcelain dolls look new. She works with antique dolls. You know, the creepy porcelain ones from the Victorian Era? She stitches, hides cracks, repaints and re-stuffs them. She even makes new clothing too. It all depends on what that specific doll needs. I believe she even works with teddy bears when they come in.” “There’s really a market for that?” He scoffed in surprise, and his opinion changed. “So, she gets to play dolls all day. Nice job.” “Seems there’s a business in it, and she’s known by name among doll collectors and museums that display these things.” Jody wasn’t sure if he was admiring, judging Hailey hars

“There are angels and demons in their world, yes, pretty similar to us in appearance. However, unlike us, they are of one or another kind. They are just winged humans with a limited arsenal of power. We on the other side are stronger than their archangels claim to be. Still, they are looking down on us. And sometimes you should give them a lesson. You see, our abilities are of a larger range. Plus this realm can be equally hell or paradise for humans. We can drag them here by signing contracts or by their will. We can make someone’s dreams come true or enslave them and demand a price like all fairies can do.” “And if they escape from here they talk about angels and heaven or demons and hell,

She's mine, mine to do with as I pleased and this here, this warmth of her mouth on my penis, this new taste of her nipple I only just discovered, the sound of her moans when I pleasured her and the scent of her body when I wanted her madly… This is one of why you can't leave me. Doll. If you do, I'll lust for you, and I may not be able to stop myself from doing anything to have you in my arms. In that, I fear I have no discipline.

“Ma’am? Is there something I can help you with?” I startle slightly. “Oh. Umm… yes.” I clear my throat quickly. “I’m looking for princess dolls. The ones with tea sets.” The female staff smiles warmly. “Of course, ma’am. Right this way.” I follow her deeper into the store until we stop in front of a large section overflowing with dolls dressed in glittering gowns. My eyes slowly move across them. Like my mother said, this place really does have everything. “I’ll take it from here,” I tell the staff with a small smile.

I came so many times I lost count, squirting around the dildo, soaking us both. She flipped me over, fucked me doggy-style, pulling my hair, spanking my ass red. Then she made me ride her, bouncing on that thick cock while she sucked my tits. By the end, we were exhausted, tangled on the couch in a puddle of our cum. She held me close, kissing my forehead even as I whispered, “I still hate you.” She just smiled. “I know, baby. But you’ll be back for more every night Daddy’s gone. Because Mommy’s hot, and this cunt belongs to me now.”