Porcelain Doll Meaning Novels & Stories

And it was filled with dolls. Not children's dolls. Life-sized, hyper-realistic silicone figures arranged on display stands, each one posed differently. Some sat on velvet chairs, some stood against the walls, some lay on the large bed in the center of the room. They had perfect bodies—round breasts, small waists, full hips. Faces that were beautiful but empty. Celeste's hand came up to cover her mouth. "What... what is this place?" I walked past her into the room, running my hand over the arm of one of the dolls. The silicone felt almost like skin, warm to the touch from the climate control.

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

I know in time all this training would come in handy if any situation would arise and will find myself in between. He wasn’t here, of course. But words may travel much more quickly than any disease, and he’ll know about my fight. That I wasn’t just any porcelain doll used for display only. Fragile and precious that always needed protection. I am not just an ordinary pet doll. I position myself in the middle of the ring, squaring my stance. The bell tolled and I braced myself as my opponent delivers the first move. This doll will fight and will win no matter what.

“Consultant York, this is…” Everyone was curious. Everyone could see that this should be a good thing, but they did not know what it really was. Harvey said nonchalantly, “This is the legendary Porcelain Jade. In ancient times, emperors thought this thing could be used to refine the elixir of immortality.”

I’m about to give up and call it a day, however, when I find a ###Chapter on more modern artifacts. “Swan sculptors and jewelers eventually started to favor the use of porcelain as a material at the turn of the 19th century,” the book reads. “Owning a piece of jewelry with finely carved and glazed porcelain, often surrounded by pearl, silver, or gold, was considered to be a status symbol amongst the women of the Swan Kingdom. The royal family, in particular, was known for commissioning renowned artists to carve unique pendants that were used for necklaces, brooches, or earrings. One such member of the royal family, Princess Rhea, had an extensive collection of porcelain brooches depicting he

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

They weren't really stations so much as workspaces. It looked like repurposing could be done in several different horrible ways. Doll tried to find another place to put his attention. Numerous rows of what looked like no-fur statues lined the center of the large room. They were grand and Doll thought they might have been moved or pilfered from some great temple. Intricate as they were, all of the no-furs were life-sized, not blown up to some grand exaggeration. He was fascinated with how life-like they were.

The doll was custom made and had a face that was exact replica of Mahira’s face. Mahira somehow managed to look at the doll’s face, to her horror it was indeed a replica of herself in a belly dance costume, only this costume was more skimpy, 'was this some kind of joke?, was this really Tazz’s idea or Sonia’s?,’ she was flabbergasted , the face of the doll was indeed that of hers, she just realised how this ugly guy had just squeezed the doll’s breast, it was equivalent to have done it to her. She thought she’d had enough. “Mr. Goldwyn, you may please carry on with your celebrations, I have another official assignment to deal with,” saying so she turned to leave

My sister liked to do some arts and crafts, so I learned a little from her and made two porcelain dolls myself. The male doll was in a suit, while the female wore a white dress. I placed them in the most striking place in the bedroom. I was secretly delighted at the thought of James seeing them as soon as he entered the bedroom.