Scented Doll Novels & Stories

Accidental The scent of lavender perfume filled the air, its exquisite fragrance enveloping me. I sprayed it all over my body, leaving no corner untouched. I wanted Fiore to be greeted by the intoxicating aroma of our intimate encounter as soon as he entered the room. Scented candles were strategically placed, casting a romantic glow. Outside, the only traces of nature were the dry leaves falling from the tall trees surrounding the house, so I spread them at the foot of the bed, adding a touch of natural beauty. I wanted this moment to be perfect.

She sprayed the sample on a velvet piece of cloth and brought it to Gemma, along with a blue silk piece of cloth. "This is what the scent will smell like as soon as you spray the perfume on yourself." She introduced the freshly sprayed velvet cloth and gave it to her, then held the blue silk up. "This was sprayed three hours ago. It's the after scent." She smiled proudly. "Oh, and the scent is slightly different on every material." She couldn't hear what the sales lady was rambling on about. Not only had Yvonne stolen her scent, but she was also using every detail of her marketing strategies, including giving a slight discount to everyone who bought both the male and female version.

" What ? " " It was just a way of saying, don't frighten like that, you will make me feel bad of even joking with you if you give this kind of reaction " Celea sighted in relief " Here, I bought you something " Said carmen and took out a ring with a beautiful round, deep red stone on it " It's very pretty but why are you giving it to me ? " Celea asked calmly " What, you think you're the only one who is allowed to make presents ? "

,she puts her cards on the table and the last sentence sounds to me like a joke. So he's really going to persist with this crazy idea of an engagement to Amelia, unless I give him a reason to change his mind... “ When the dance show starts, discreetly drop this near him”, I hold out a handkerchief in his direction. Not just any handkerchief, it is one scented with a homemade fragrance like my mother and I used to make, only to the almond scent, I added the Miltonia orchid, granting then my sweet scent of seduction, “Then ask if it's his, insist, make it close enough for him to smell it. Even if to do so one of the other girls has to bump into you to fake an accident.”

We are sweating even though the AC is on. He nuzzled on my shoulder and said seductively," My doll!! you are like a drug for me. what are you doing with me? huh!! I can't resist myself around you! You are making me lose my sanity!! Saying that he rested his one hand on my belly and I felt shivered. His every touch always makes my whole system filled with fear.

When I finally pushed through the front door of the house, the smell of stale beer, burnt toast, and his cheap cologne hit me like a slap. He was sprawled in the living room recliner, still in yesterday's stained T-shirt and sweatpants. His feet were up, a half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey dangling from his fingers. The TV blared some sports replay he wasn't even watching. His bloodshot eyes flicked up, landed on me, then zeroed in on the marks. A slow, ugly smirk curled his lip. "Well, well. Little princess decided to come home after all." He sat up slowly, bottle clinking against the side table. "And look at you. Marked up like a street bitch in heat."

At five point one million, the hammer comes down. Item one… sold. Because I stared. Because I breathed. Because he saw something in my eyes. I grip the armrest tightly, trying to steady my breathing. My chest is full… too full… like I don’t have space inside me for all these emotions. The second item arrives. A limited edition perfume, made by a world famous perfumer. Only ten bottles exist in the world. It has rose notes… vanilla… warm amber… A scent that reminds me of tenderness… softness… something private. I can almost imagine how it would sit on my skin, how it would warm under my body heat.

She moved closer to Scarlett again, who backed up until she hit the counter. "Cologne," Sophie continued, her voice taking on the dreamy quality of someone lost in sensory memory. "Very expensive cologne. Something with bergamot and cedar, with base notes of sandalwood and just a whisper of tobacco. The kind of scent worn by men who understand that true luxury is in the details." Scarlett's face had gone from red to pale in the space of seconds.

That is something that has been ingrained in her young Masters' head right from when he was but a child! At that moment, the only thing going through Preston's mind was her scent. Instead of being overpowering or harsh like most modern women's scents, Lenora's scent is sweet, distinctive lavender and lilies were delicate. He swallowed after casting a quick glimpse at her hands, which were gripping his.

I ducked in the kitchen for a moment and pulled open one of the Ziploc bags that had items with her scent on them for anyone who had not been around it yet as well as for the tracking. I took one of her scarfs out of the bag before zipping it back up and brought the scarf to my nose, inhaling deeply. They needed the scent to familiarize themselves. I needed the scent to control myself. Jasmine and cherry. My perfect drug. Never had I thought about those two scents going together, but the blended perfectly together with her.