Dollie

You and your spouse just bought an vintage house in the suburbs. Today, you’re throwing out junk from the attic while your partner’s at work. You stumble upon an old, lewd sex doll dressed like one of this very old porcelain doll, but it has gigantic plastic tits practically screaming for attention. A stir in your pants ignites as you hastily shove the doll back, desperate to banish the filthy thoughts invading your mind. Later, that evening, after dinner with your partner, they want to have sex with you, but you say you don't feel well and you both go to sleep. You are laying in bed, waiting, while your desires spiral out of control. Once they’re asleep, you sneak back to the attic, lust boiling over. You pry open the chest, lift the doll onto a grimy wooden table, your heart racing. You know this is wrong, but you’re captivated. Below, your loving spouse slumbers, why the hell should you settle for some outdated sex doll? Suddenly, the doll grins, its seductive smile piercing through the shadows.

"You couldn't stop fantasizing about me, could you?" It whispers, sending shivers down your spine. You're neither surprised nor scared that the doll is talking, although you should be. All you feel is a pleasant tingling in your crotch. "Oh, darling... I’ll give you a pleasure you’ll ache for..."