Porcelain Doll Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Like a porcelain doll someone had dared to break. I pointed to the low wooden platform I kept in the corner for larger installations. “Lie down on your back. Arms above your head. Legs spread wide.” She obeyed without a word. Her body sank onto the cool wood. She stretched her arms up until her fingers brushed the edge. Her thighs parted. The position opened her completely. Her small breasts rose and fell rapidly. Her nipples were tiny, pale pink, already tight with anticipation. Her cunt lips parted on their own, revealing the slick pink inside.

His strong jaw, piercing eyes, and chiseled physique were all captured in the lifelike replica. I had taken great care in ensuring the doll's most intimate feature was as impressive as I imagined Kaid's to be. Long and thick, just the way I liked it. The thought of that perfect cock made my pussy throb with need. I stripped naked and climbed onto the bed and positioned the doll to face me. "Come on, Kaid," I purred, sliding my fingers between my slick folds. "You know you want this. My pussy is dripping for you."

She simply salutes the moving camera, unconcerned about the verbal assaults directed at her. I can say that she is the true definition of a living doll as I look at the monitor where they focused her face. Dude, she's stunning. She had this adorable defined nose, rosy cheeks, reddish plump lips, and moon pale skin. Even pimple will be afraid to touch her skin. Other girls would die for her hourglass body shape and curves. Her doe-shaped eyes caught my attention, her unusual pair of eyes. Those slitted irises and purple-colored pupils, which resembles a dragon's eye. The tattoo that settled on her lower cheek complemented her fiery appearance. Normally, I do not appreciate women's beauty, but

Holding firm to her belief that as long as she did not feel awkward, it would not directly affect her, Camellia quickly averted her gaze and focused on the burial artifacts before her. The most striking piece was a tall greenish-white porcelain soul jar that was over three feet tall. Its top featured a crane, the neck encircled by a coiled cloud dragon, with twelve figurines standing below the dragon. Camellia's eyes lit up with excitement, convinced that this trip was more than worth it.

“We chose this one.” I feel Hilda’s hand stiffen in mine. “No, we found it first,” she shoots back. Violette's smile twists into a sneer. “We don’t care who 'found it' first. It’s the one we want.” I hadn't seen the girl facially up close, she has a doll-like beautiful appearance. She got sharp cheekbones, skin so pale like she hasn’t seen sunlight since the last century. But it’s her eyes that are weirdly beautiful the most, wide, unblinking, and rimmed with so much golden liner, it glitters in the light. Everything about her screams polished perfection. I swear I’d die of stress if I had to keep up that polished perfection.

Up close, the unease only deepened. Her features were flawless in a way that didn't feel real--high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, a sculpted nose, and full lips painted in a shade just shy of blood red. Under the ballroom lights, her skin looked poreless, like a porcelain doll. When she smiled, her lips moved with unnerving precision, like someone whose face had been frozen in perfection one injection too many. It was the kind of beauty that made people stare... and then flinch. Sebastian and Cecilia weren't the only ones who noticed.

I asked him with a shaky tone. His eyes were stuck on the white part of my face and I turned my face the other way so that he could see my normal skin tone, "I thought you were a myth," he paused as he looked at me and then tilted his head, "the infamous doll that keeps Oden in check. How sick and sad for him," he said with indifference. "A human pet...a human doll. Tell me, what's your name?" I didn't want to upset so I would tell him all that I knew.

He didn't think much about it, as long as she liked him. Glancing at the clay doll, Christiano could not believe his ears. He asked uncertainly, "Are you sure you want this?" "Well, don't you think the baby is very cute?" "Is it cute?" Why didn't he feel it at all? However, as long as Adeline liked it! The host looked down and said, "This doll is an amulet from ancient times. It has a long history. The starting price is 120,000!" Christiano raised his card. "One hundred and fifty thousand!"

Alice wasn't quite as skinny as Zofi, but her D-cups still seemed overly large for her otherwise slender athletic frame. Proportionally, Belle was just as top heavy as, say Zofi, but she was a petite little doll so the volume wasn't quite up there with the others. And while her boobs were definitely on the large side, they were just so firm and upright without a trace of sag that it seemed impossible that they weren't fake. But as soon as she pulled my hands to them and I felt their pliant softness, I knew with a hundred percent certainty that they were indeed all real. And I devoured them.

She was this young woman, age-wise around her who wore pink hair in a bob cut with bangs right above her eyes, along with purple circle-shaped eyeglasses attached to the sides of her ears like an added accessory. She also wore some silver cross-shaped earrings. Her standard style of dress shows off some fronts of her body. She wore something akin to that of a gold-colored, and a low-cut shirt showing her huge bust and a golden fancy coat with purple-indented flower patterns across its design, along with purple fur around the collar. By looking at her, she would be mistaken as a model. Doll was shocked to learn that she was one of her evaluators, along with Mister Vacio in respect. "She was t