My Life Dolls Black Novels & Stories

She told him how some people believed that a chief priest life depends on the existence of the black pot. A faint click of desperation in his throbbing chest and he was alert. He went back to the shrine, affirming himself that he was doing a holy cause. A cause that would give him a great stand when he starts the crusade. Spanning the width of the entire room, he noticed a multitude of clay pots at the right, circling themselves in an unusual way as if displaying a sign. As he drew closer, he saw a statue that stood in the darkness, close to the black pot. The statue was carved out from dried clay. It was carved in such a way that it had an abnormally long head and large breasts resembling t

The mere thought of apologizing to a black man infuriated me even more than the apology itself. 5pm arrived like sweet salvation. Perfect timing. I just needed to get the fuck out of here, rush home, and masturbate this burning anger out of my system. My mind raced excitedly through my extensive toy collection, struggling to choose the perfect one for this occasion. The small jelly purple 5-inch toy I called Giver never provided the deep, satisfying fullness I craved. It never stretched my hungry pussy wide enough. The battery-powered black cock toy called Tom was too slow for the brutal, pounding pace I loved. But JJ—that thick, 8-inch veiny black cock toy—was absolute perfection.

He grunted, "Damn, this toy is as heavy as a human." Daniel explained, "It's made to match a real body one-to-one. Even the parts are carefully replicated." George admired my body, his eyes wandering all over, making my body burn. I never once expected a stranger to look at me that way. A burning desire deep in me instantly lit up. He fondled my fullness, then let his hands wander to my waist before placing them on my abdomen. He lifted my skirt to admire my bottom half. To make things more convincing, Daniel had not let me wear any underwear.

Poison? God... this entire plan is so stupid! I probably look ridiculous sitting here alone like some desperate hooker from a cheap movie scene. My cheeks burn as I glance down at myself... The dress definitely isn’t helping! It’s black, tiny and sinful... The neckline plunges low enough to expose an alarming amount of cleavage while the hem barely brushes the tops of my thighs. Thin straps cling to my shoulders and the tight material hugs every curve of my body like a second skin...

Could I handle someone like him with that brooding, domineering presence? “Don’t move.” I instinctively held my breath as he suddenly leaned closer. “We wolves only choose one mate in a lifetime. It’s a bond of life and death. I will etch you into my memory so I never forget you.” “In that case, you should take it seriously.” With that, I pinned him down onto the bed. As expected of the black wolf lineage. They were all extremely strong and well-built. The sensation was exhilarating. “W-What are you doing?”

The dress hugged her figure perfectly, highlighting her curves elegantly while still looking sophisticated. The slit stopped halfway across her thigh, giving her an effortlessly bold appearance. Her long hair flowed freely behind her back in soft waves. With the help of eyeliner and mascara, her doll-like eyes stood out even more beautifully. Her lips were painted with a mix of dark red and black shades that perfectly matched her outfit. That was one thing about Claudia— She loved matching her makeup with her dressing style. Taking one last glance at herself, she smiled proudly before calling Trevor. He picked up immediately.

“I like an Ace in my deck of cards. You are something special. I will keep you." “But you have to promise never to tell anyone what you know. Do we have a deal or not?" Seeing the excitement in its eyes, I was tempted to push my luck a little. “I will do it if you throw in a gadget," I said nervously. My fingers crossed. The doll's smile widened. It pulled out a heart shaped pink vile. “How about I give you a love portion?" it asked rhetorically. “With just one of these, you can turn three of your companions into your love slaves."

Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart. “What? Do you work with him?” Dominique questioned. Dylan smirked. He was enjoying the game, “Have you seen him?” “No, never.” Dominique gave a straight answer but a frown settled on his brows when Dylan let out a dark chuckle. “Well then hello to you. I am the psychopathic Mafia Lord you were talking about.” He asserted and flashed Dominique a small smile but that only ceased his heartbeat. “W-What? That’s not possible.” Dominique couldn’t embrace reality. He was ’The Black”.

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

I never thought about paying them back. Nero laughed all through, enjoying the sight of blood and corpses, celebrating over every lost life. Zinnia stopped in front of a young lady standing in the middle of the open ground in front of the pack house. The woman had a doll-like feature and looked younger than I thought she would. Her dark purple hair with black streaks and loose curls cascade down her back to her knees, her black eyes glowing with malice. She wore a black robe with purple patterns like an ancient language.