Scented Doll Novels & Stories

Breaking people, spilling blood, ruling my kingdom in peace. But no, I'm here. Hovering over this perfect fucking doll, watching her sleep. I lean in closer, dipping my head beside hers, lips just a breath away from her ear. I inhale deep. The vanilla scent crawls under my skin, coils around my spine, and grips me by the throat. "You'll be mine soon, doll face," I whisper, "and when that happens, you'll never be able to escape me."

I rushed towards the apartment building, my heart pounding in my chest. As I entered the building, my mind raced with worry for Lin. Climbing the stairs with hurried steps, my anxiety grew with each passing moment. I reached Donna's apartment, and my heart sank at the sight before me. The place was quiet and empty, with no signs of Lin or my children. And then, inexplicably, I saw the doll that was laying in the floor, looking particularly lifeless. What drew me though was not, in fact the sight - I had no idea what or who had owned the doll - but rather the scent. The doll smelled like Emily.

At this time, the other person had entered the store, standing in front of a glass case full of porcelain dolls. Oralie followed her and saw that what Selina was staring at was a very beautiful doll. The doll has bright red lips, just like this vampire's red lips. The doll has long, straight brown hair, and her eyes are adorned with green, which is a bright color, but this bright color gives it an extremely cold look. The combination of arrogance and nobility emanating from it was beautiful. The more delicately crafted clothes that brought out that pretentiousness, the more nobility emanated from them.

He said in a drooling manner as he picked up another masculine cologne as he sniffed it. “It has a strong tobacco and this woody scent, not like the local woods.” He chuckled softly. “I mean rich wood. You know those that are used as incense? Exactly those woody scents.” He muttered as he threw it inside the trolley too. I kept on following him from behind as he did the shopping. “Am I actually going to be seducing her?” I shrugged off the thought and quickly trashed away the picture I had in my head. “Definitely no way.” I groaned.

I always use a highly artificial pine body wash to mask my natural pheromones, and I carefully apply the harsh soap every single morning to ensure I project a sterile, untouchable aura to my subordinates. However, the sterile pine scent is completely gone, and a terrifying realization washes over my mind as I inhale the heavy, undeniable aroma radiating directly from my own pores. My natural biological scent is now permanently mixed with the rich, dark cedar of Rhett and the incredibly heavy, burnt tobacco of Seth's grounding venom.

After all, this is just a meeting. When we entered the room, everyone was quiet and seated properly. I don't know if this has to do with the business they are in, but the entire room smells so good. It has this loud smell with leather notes. It's a masculine fragrance that is addicting. This scent is quite familiar, though. I only see three people in the room, and all of them are girls. Where's Laurent then? I thought he was here. "Hi, good afternoon. I'm Stacy Miracle." I greeted to break the silence. Edith and Amielle and the other two from my team also greeted them.

answered one of them, the one who guards at the front. "The Dead End?" he asked again. Jefferson gasped; they called the fabric shop The Dead End? A new piece of information. One of those that guard the right side nodded. "They sell those things. Chips, woo-woo, beast, fry daddy, and many more." Jefferson tightened his grip on his gun. He recognized all the names, and it was marijuana. "Have you ever gone there?" "Yeh, several times, but I don't like the place. It's messy."

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

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