The Doll Who Loved Me
Copyright© 2025 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 13
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 13 - The story of a lonely, young man being haunted by his sex doll.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Horror Mystery Dolls FemaleDom Interracial
He stared at the ceiling, the gentle hues of blue from the moon drawing waves on the concrete.
«So... » Her voice came from behind him. Her chilly breath raised the hair on his back. «It was just you three?»
He muttered something. Anything. “Hmm.” Something like it, and his mind went blank for one second. Or one year.
«Huh.» She kept on humming, breathing, her air forming icicles in his follicles. «John, Jonathan, Joshua.» She seemed to smile. «There’s quite a nice ring to it.»
“Yeah. We ... uh ... we played with it, even.” He gulped.
«You told me.» Her arms pulled him back, squishing him tighter against her formidable, overwhelming torso. «♫ John, Jonathan, Joshua jaunt into a joint. ♫» Her smile burned on his neck. «It’s cute.»
“It is.” He gulped. He tried to think of nothing, yet ended up thinking of everything ... and then some. It was good, though. No one could read his mind when his mind was such a mess. Like trying to divine messages out of leaves, any message one saw would only be the message they wanted to see.
Chaos is silent. Randomness, inscrutable.
«So... »
Still...
«Was there no one else with you? No one else you forgot to tell me about?»
...
...!!
Thu-rum! Thu-rum! Thu-rum! His heartbeat. Incredible! Like soldiers on the march. “Hmm ... uh ... no, no.”
«You sure? Just you and the boys, then?»
Her arms. Were they growing bigger? Thicker? Or was she just hugging him ... tighter?
«John, Joshua, Jonathan. John, Joshua, Jonathan. No one else joined in the fun?»
He tried using his unease to his advantage. “Hmmrr!” He tried turning around, but her arms ... Oh. Her arms were always in the way. Her hug was simply... “Too tight, my heart.”
«Oh?»
He sniffed out her shoulder, using his nose to poke her when his hands couldn’t. “Too tight. Your embrace.”
«Oh, sorry!»
She undid it, and upon release he felt as if his lungs had just doubled in size. “Ooh ... hmm!” He took deep breaths, coating his lungs with sugar while her voice honeyed his ears.
«I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I... » She laughed, gasped, acted all innocent and guiltless. «I guess I just ... missed you so very much!»
“It’s ... uh...” Gasp! Gasp! “It’s, uh ... it’s okay.”
«Hmm.» She touched his shoulder, inviting his face. «I think I need to control my strength a little better.»
“You control it just fine. It’s just ... hmm...” He turned around. Her face stole his words, his breath for a second. “Wow.”
She giggled. «You’re going to say how beautiful I am.»
He smiled, both lovers smirking knowingly at each other. “Now I don’t need to.”
«Huh.» She touched his face. «You sound more confident. So much ... lighter now.»
“Lighter?”
«Yes.» Her hands moved over his shoulders. Her fingers gave him tickles. «Like all the burdens have been lifted off your shoulders.»
“Oh.”
He turned around, his back on the bed again and his eyes sailing in the waves of the ceiling, going up and down with those shimmers of blue.
His lover massaged his shoulders, the tips of her fingers feeling like little people dancing on his body. «Hey.»
He turned again. “Hey.”
The silence of the lovers. «You’re not avoiding me. Are you?»
He turned again. Again. Something from the past snapped into his present. His thoughts, his memories, their words were like popcorn in his skull. “Hmm.” He hummed and grunted, giving sound to the gears of his mind. “I am.” He felt movement, though couldn’t read what the movement meant.
«Oh.» His lover sulked in the silence, sinking her chin in his shoulder, making bubbles in it with her nose. «Can you look at me?»
He could. He did. “I’m sorry.”
She chuckled. «For what, silly?»
“For hurting your feelings.”
She dismissed it with a humored grimace. «You’re still quite the distance from being able to even scratch my feelings, let alone hurt them.» She raised an arm. «Inside and out... » She flexed it. «I’m strong!»
Boom!
“Ah...” He was going to say something. He knew it. He had the whole speech prepared, but those biceps... Boom! When so big and so hard, they ... Oh. They always took the words from him. “You’re impressive.”
«Thank you.» She planted the softest, warmest kiss on her muscle. «Now, about your night... »
“Ay, ay...” He moved about uncomfortably on the bed, as if threatening to turn around, look away, and put that subject (and himself) to rest.
«Alright, alright. I get it. You want your privacy.»
“Hmm. It’s not even that.”
«Oh, it isn’t?»
He looked at her again, straight as the words from his lips. “It’s that ... such little details ... such small talk, you know...” He shrugged. “It’s not very interesting to me.”
He touched her cheeks and she touched his. Both lovers spent an age looking at one another, admiring each other’s features, loving each other’s faces with the tips of their fingers until the next parcel of words was finally laid upon each other’s ears. «It is interesting to me, however. Very interesting. Deeply so.»
“Oh.”
So went the silence. «Are you afraid of me?»
His eyebrows, up, up, up. “What? No.”
«Afraid that I will judge you? Afraid I’m going to be angry with you for some reason?»
He couldn’t have shaken his head any more vehemently if he’d tried. “No. No, no, no, that’s not it.” The whole bed shook with it. “It’s just ... uh ... it’s my very first time.”
«Oh?» She smiled.
He did too. “Yes.”
«Oh, this gorgeous smile of yours!» Her fingers kissed his lips. Many, many kisses giving him all the love, oh, all the love in the world, all the love he would ever need, which was all the love he had never gotten ... until the night before. «This gorgeous smile on these gorgeous lips. I like to see them moving.»
“Mm-hmm.”
«I like to hear you talk.»
“I’m not making up any excuses. I just ... ran out of words.”
«Is that so?»
“Yes.” Thank the heavens that his mind, in that very instant, was an awesome ... blank. “I told you all about the night. All I could tell you already.”
«Is that right? Oh, I don’t think it is. So you’re telling me you and the boys been all night hanging out, slacking off, acting like a bunch of hooligans, is that all?»
“Uh-huh.” He nodded, and then she chuckled. “What?”
Her eyes were skeptical. «All night out? Not just the night, but through the morning and past the noon too, is that what you’re saying?»
He shrugged. “Pretty much.”
«Were you wasted?»
Again: shrug. “I told you. We could barely walk out of the bar on our, uh, two feet and such.”
«Look at you.» She pinched his waist.
“Ouch.”
«My, oh, my. Are you turning into a bad boy already?»
He rolled his eyes. Not so hard this time. “I wish.”
«I wish that too. Not that there is any problem with who you are right now.» Then... «What? What’s this look for?»
“There isn’t any problem with who I am right now?” His frown screamed disbelief. “With ... my sad and ... disgusting...?” Slap! “Oww!”
She pulled her hand back, checking to see if she hadn’t hit him too hard in the face. «Temper your words, lover. No hurting yourself, remember? Both physically and mentally. You are to never again hurt yourself.» She pulled him closer. Forehead to forehead. Noses kissing each other. Eyes almost a single pair. «Estamos entendidos?»
He nodded. “Hmm.”
She let him go. A little. «You—who you are right now—is perfect. Who you will be one day, also perfect. I don’t care about shy or outspoken. Reserved or braggy. Your traumas do not define you. Your pains do not ruin you. All we need to do is ... shoo away these pesky flies. Cut this weed from your body so that your personality may finally shine unobstructed. Do you understand me?»
He looked into her. He saw someone else. “Take out the poison, you mean? Take out the poison, uh, from inside me?” He asked, and saw her kindly, wordlessly nod to him. “Hmm. They, uh ... kind of said this about me. My friends, that is.” His eyes: left, right, left, right, twitchy-twitchy. “Last night and, uh ... and stuff.”
She moved in closer. C ... l ... o ... s ... e ... r ... Her eyes entered his soul. «Huh.» She peered into his past, into his very lonely being. «They must be incredible friends. Incredible, absolutely amazing, so that in a single night you ... changed so much.»
He pulled back, trying to rid himself of that penetrating gaze. “They are. They are the best of friends. They are, frankly...” Tall frame. Thin body. Graceful port. Hair of flames. “Incredible.”
She touched his face, and her fingers fell in love with his lips. «Tell me. Tell me all about them. After you left the bar. Passed out in the streets. Oh, didn’t you even feel cold?» She fumbled his shoulders, giving him some very vigorous pats, some very strong rubs. «My darling, how didn’t you catch a cold?»
Her face. So beautiful. Her lips. So red...
“I had warmth.”
«Oh.»
He got daring. He cupped her face with as much vigor as she touched his, looking deep into her eyes, pulling himself toward her, and blessing her lips with a mighty...
...
...
...
Mwah!
Time was stopped for a few eternities. «This was good.» She unrolled her eyes, then opened them to meet his face, gracing him with a very impressed look. «This was really good.»
“Hmm.” He pulled back. A little. “And the other kisses weren’t?”
She laughed. «Look at you! Being cocky!» Despite his smile, he kept staring at her, demanding an answer. «Oh, I see. Well, my love, they were all awesome! All great! But this... » She needed a pause to breathe and recollect herself. «This was something else.»
“Well, uh ... glad to be of service.”
His words added some unexpected weight to the air, made even heavier by his lover’s firmer, deeper gaze. «With more to come, I hope.»
Silence. Sweet silence. There wasn’t any embarrassment in that silence. It was the silence of lovers who needed only each other to feel complete, to be whole.
«But tell me... » Sweetly as the silence had come, sweetly she ended it. «What did you talk about? What did you do? You didn’t just spend these many hours wandering about vagrantly, did you?»
His eyes grew distant. His face, though, moved closer to her. “Curious, are you?”
She did a cute gesture, her eyes catching the light at a different angle, very briefly, and glimmering with a different kind of green. «My boy is growing. I need to know everything.» Those eyes... «Ev-ery-thing!»
He relucted. “Hmm. Well ... uh...”
He fought against it. “I don’t ... you know...”
He lost it. Sigh... “Very well, then.”
Looking deep into those deep, deep eyes of uneasy green ... he saddled his lips into his mind and readied his heart for another halfhearted lie. His imagination pulled his tongue ahead, and the memories and the past stayed far back behind.
Johanna looked at him, waiting for his answer. “So?”
John looked everywhere, finding nowhere to hide. “Oh, uh...” Johanna’s eyes were something else. Like fangs. A rottweiler’s teeth: once they sunk in, they never let it go. “I don’t know, uh ... what are we, uh ... talking about?”
She laughed, her fangs savoring his bleeding flesh. “Oh, no, no, mister, no running away now. Don’t you think I forgot about it.” She blinked as if both eyes were winking, an adorableness that was hard to compete with and impossible to emulate. “How d’you get your hands on a machina? What type of link do you use?”
He rolled his eyes, moved about uncomfortably. She knows it! She wants to steal from you! Quick! Run away before she catches you! Before she manages to tell anyone about your secret!!
The voices in his head ... they could be so stupid sometimes! «Sometimes?» Always. “So, uh ... don’t you too forget, uh, my question first.”
“Oh, I see.” She smiled, one side of her lips much higher than the other. “Yeah, I’m well-off. In the sense that money has never been a concern, nor will ever be ... yes. You could say I am rich.”
“Hmm.”
She giggled. “There we go, the grunts again.”
“Oh...”
“Don’t sweat it.” She relaxed, her back resting against a tree trunk, her arms crossed over her torso. “You are afraid that someone will rob you, aren’t you?” By the sudden, shocked way he looked at her, she knew it. “Yeah, you are.” She giggled, mostly to herself. “You do right. I mean, you’re right for thinking like this, for acting suspicious. Reserved.” With deep, thoughtful breaths, she looked around. “Our nation is not poor, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any poors in it. Or any dangers. Even here, you can never be too safe. Or anywhere in the world, I’m afraid.” She clapped, CLAP!, as if to establish a formal shift on the topic, like a messenger announcing the beginning of a letter with loud trumpets. “It is a tad bit silly, though, that you would think I would be the one to rob you.”
“Hmm...”
She smirked. “Only thing I’m ever robbing of you is your heart.” She proceeded to enjoy his frantic, squirmy reactions to her words. “Hah, hah, hah! Tu eres muy lindo.” With a touch, then... swoom! Everything was peace. All was calm under the moon. “You do right. Even for suspecting me, you’re right. Can’t be too trusting, eh, especially with someone you just met. Especially someone as volatile as me.”
“Hmm ... well...” He coughed, he gulped, he kept his spirits in place. “You said it yourself.”
“I did.” She took a deep breath, and the old question inevitably returned. “So, what you do for a living? I know you’ve got a computer and you probably have links, against all odds, so...” She shrugged. “What gives?”
He stared into the ocean, the land and the water making such a clear white-and-black contrast. “How did you know?”
“That you’ve a machina?” She scoffed. “It was so easy! Jonathan did mention something about you never leaving the house...”
“Mmph! Jonathan...”
“Don’t blame him. It was all casual conversation. No gossip that would have been considered too impolite, or a break of trust.”
“Mmph. Speak for yourself.”
“Welp!” She shrugged. “Not my problem! This is between you boys. But, anyway, Jonathan mentioned you never left the house and the topic came again here and there in the bar. I guess you were a little too drunk (and fazed) to notice. Also, judging by how ... reserved you are, I would have been shocked to learn that you actually did some regular work, so...” She raised both hands over her chest, then moved them against one another, interlocking her fingers with immeasurable grace. “Two and two, together! Click! Not a difficult puzzle, you see.”
“So you figured that I work, uh, virtually. Not in person, eh?”
“Remotely, yes. And for that, you need a computer. Unt machina. Also, you would need at least a landline, which is neither reliable nor cheap.”
“Fine. Do you ... uh, do you think Jonathan and Joshua also noticed this?”
“Are you afraid of them?”
He shrugged. “Never, uh ... can never be too careful.”
She pointed two fingers at him, like guns. “Correcto! Well, I don’t suppose they did. They’re not the freshest cookies in the pot, you know. Smarts-wise, that is.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Even if they were, so long as you’re not rich, like, really rich, truly well-off, then it’s not something that comes naturally to the mind.” She moved back and forth, as if rocking her body on an invisible swing. “Most people cannot even conceive of having a landline, let alone something so esoteric as a mobil, even less so ... unt machina! And easy access to the world! You do have all of these, don’t you?”
“Hmm.” He was too scared to even utter the simple word, so he just nodded instead.
“Amazing. And is your link good?”
“It is. Reaches most places.”
“Ooo! What type?”
He gulped, consulted with the ocean whether it was wise or not to reveal it.
“G-Tau. Double-O-two.”
“Oh, I see. Not cable, though?”
“No.” He scoffed. “Doesn’t reach my place. The cable, that is. Besides, too expensive. Way beyond my means.”
“Well, I figured as much. G-Tau is great, though.”
“Comes with the machine. The antenna, that is.”
“Mine too.”
“Uh?”
Without warning, Johanna reached into her suit on him and fumbled its interior, looking for its pockets. «Oh!» She rubbed John’s sides in a very ... tantalizing manner as she searched.
“Here.” From a pocket, she pulled a big, black block of ... something. “Mái mobil.”
The suit felt lighter without that thing in it. “Oh.” It was a portable telephone, big, blocky, and built, with a large antenna protruding from one of its sides, just like the one he had on his machine. “You have one, eh?”
«Of course she does!» Scolded him his mind. «She’s rich and powerful and beautiful and successful, unlike y-»
“I do.” Johanna handled the thing with disinterest. “Everyone in the plant has one. We need them. They stay with us at all times, should any emergency occur.”
“Oh.”
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