Scented Doll Novels & Stories

,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.

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.

But it was up to Mother Moon, not me’ Knowing he was right do I move to ignore it. Not looking to pick a fight with my wolf do I decide on moving closer. Three scents now hitting my nose. Each scent more delectable then the next. The first scent being sandalwood, citrus and cedar while the second one smelled of peppermint, vanilla and chocolate. The third and final scent being one of sage, cedarwood and lemon. All smells that I loved smelling when I was a child, now curious as to who these belonged to. ‘Mates. There here’ purrs Rune, now excited to finally have them.

The doll smelled like Emily. I picked it up slowly and my heart pounded in my chest as I stood there, clutching Emily's stuffed doll to my chest. The sight of the doll, with Emily's scent still lingering on it, filled me with a mix of emotions - fear, anger, and heartache. It was a painful reminder of my children's absence, a tangible connection to the little ones I longed to hold close.