The Doll Who Loved Me
Copyright© 2025 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 16
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 16 - 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 counted his breaths as he watched the colors paint the sky. “Sweet goodness.” His muttered, his words tasting like butter. “It’s morning already?”
His girl moved lazily on his lap, snoozing in between casual glances, opening her eyes very briefly to catch the light of the occasional passing car. “It’s been morning for a while.” She yawned. “Might be evening, even. The sun only rises late this time of the year.” She winked, mischievous for no reason. “This is no summer anymore, honey bun. Winter is just around the corner.”
He looked down at her. His heart did a jump. «I’ve got a girlfriend.» Reality was still slow and hard to set in, mainly because he didn’t know whether it was truly reality. «I’ve got a girl laying on my lap!»
Just as he soaked in the realization, his woman stretched out and mewled, getting ready to rise. “Hmm!” She enjoyed herself on his lap a couple of seconds longer, rubbing the back of her head on his groin, courting demons that should never be courted in the first place. “Either you’re small or you’re just not happy to see me.”
“Hmm?”
“Nothing.” Giggling at his confused, slightly groggy face, she stretched out a last time before suddenly getting up. “Oooh, yes! Now this was a good nap!” She cracked a couple of joints on her shoulders and neck, making her bones pop! and tlac! with ease. “Oh, oh, so good!” She stretched one arm to the right, then to the left, moving her gaze from one side to the other. “Where are we?”
He chuckled. “If you don’t know, what hope is there that I do?”
She chuckled too, though her chuckles were mischievous and two-faced, carrying daggers made of flowers behind their backs. “Still putting yourself down, aren’t you?”
He looked at her. “I’m not.”
“You’re clever. A clever little cookie. And perceptive. I count on you on paying attention to your surroundings. After all...” Her tone shifted, dressing up in even more playful colors. “You don’t want your damsel to be in distress, do you? To be lost in dangerous woods?”
He chuckled. «This woman... » He shook his head and cast a wide glance over at his beautiful surroundings. “Fear not, uh, my damsel. I don’t believe, uh, there’s any great danger in these woods.”
“You’re too innocent. What exactly is your reasoning? That just because this is an upscale area there’s no threat to sense, no danger to fear? Oh, darling, sweet darling. Rich people are dangerous. Nastier than the poors in many circumstances.”
“You speak from experience?”
She gave him a sly look. “What do you mean, thief?” She fake-punched him on his left breast. “You casting shade on me, o, thief-o-my-heart?”
“A little.” He winked and nodded. “You’re not exactly safe to be around.”
“Hah! Hah! Hah!” She snapped her fingers. “You’re right. I will let this one slide.”
“And a little nasty too.”
“Now, now, this I won’t let slide.” She threw a fake slap on his face. Tap! Her palm felt like butterfly wings on his cheek. “Rude. Most rude, sir! There’s not a grain of nastiness in me. Only sweetness.”
“Whatever. Anyway, it’s not as if I, uh ... can pay attention to my surroundings. Not like this, at least. Not when I’m close to you.”
“Oh? Why is that so?”
He looked straight into her heart. “Because I get too distracted ... by your beauty.”
The wind whispered, enfolding both friends in a warm current. “Wow.” Johanna’s smile was enigmatic. “Daring, are we?”
He shrugged, looked away. “Oh, well...”
Even that brief gush of strength wasn’t enough to keep his old self at bay for too long. «It’s okay, though.» He told himself with warmth in his eyes. «Baby, steps.» Deep breaths warming his heart. «Baby steps.»
His voice came out softly, yet still audible. “I will ... keep that talk ... in my heart.”
Johanna moved in mysterious ways, asking questions with every twitch, flutter, and sway. “What talk?”
“The strength one. That one about being strong. And stuff.”
She giggled. “You’re such a cutie.”
He would giggle too, but the burn on his face, that incredible redness on his cheeks, oh ... it was too distracting! “T-thanks. You, uh ... uh...”
“It’s okay. You’ve called me beautiful once. I will consider this to be enough for the day.” She moved in closer and touched his shoulder, rubbing it and swaying his body while warming him with her touch and her smile. “You must feel exhausted after this. You can take a break.”
“Uh, well ... hah.” His eyes. Hers. “You’re cute, uh, too. You’re cute too.”
“My, my, aren’t we feeling energetic now!”
Strength. Strong. She was strong. So were his words: “We are, actually. I don’t feel the slightest tired now.” He noted, eyes on the gold-colored horizon.
“Neither do I. But I guess, oh...” She stretched and yawned. “In my case it’s just routine. I can pull all-nighters like they are nothing.” Crack! Crack! Her joints sang whenever she was silent. “Though I’m no longer the wet-hatched chick I once was. Gotta be careful with my age. Life goes by so terribly fast.” Crack! Crack! “Say, João.”
“Hmm.”
“Are you happy with your business?”
“My business?”
“Your pornography thing. Your erotic drawing business.”
“It’s not a business.” He smirked. “You speak of it so tidily.”
“Whatever.” She brought herself closer to him. “You make sweet cash out of it and you technically have to answer to no boss, so ... that’s a business in my dictionary.”
“Uh. Doesn’t mean much at the end of the d-”
“No more downbeat words or gloomy attitude, mister.” She flashed an easy, all-conquering smile. “I will not allow them in my presence. Really. And it’s not as difficult as you think. You will see it!” She turned abruptly, watching over the park under the morning colors as if it were all a spectacle tailor-made for her eyes. “One’s inner strength is easier to flower when next to other strong, potent people.” She gave a naughty wink. “I wonder how quickly your strength will blossom, oh, now that you are close to me: the strongest of all women.”
This woman. Oh, this woman...!
«She’s funny.» He noted. Despite her effusive movements and lively words, she always managed to keep herself at a comfortable distance from him. Not out of repulsion, but out of respect. «She’s careful about every inch she gets closer to me.» For a second, he cursed his own fidgety, restless skin. «Like she really, really doesn’t want to hurt me.»
Johanna may have been a cat, but now she was the one treating him like the jumpiest of kittens. “Business or not, do you like it? Your career, I mean?”
He ebbed and flowed, his movements as loose as the wind, though not nearly as balmy. “Pay’s good. Allowed me to travel. To live here.”
“Uh-huh, uh-huh.”
He shrugged. “And I guess it’s kind of easy for me. Like ... it’s not too much work at all. In a way, it feels like making money for nothing. Cash for fun, so to speak.”
“Uh-huh. Uh, huuuh.”
He paused and shuddered. “It’s boring, though.” «Painfully so.»
“That’s all very nice, mister, but don’t you act like this is what I asked you.” She flung at him an accusing look. “I asked you if you were happy with this.”
“Oh.”
...
...
“So?” She blinked. “Are you happy with what you do? Would you say so?”
“I mean...” No, but “yes. Yes, I’m, uh, happy.”
“Mmmm.” She squinted. “That doesn’t sound like ‘happy’ to me.” She waved her finger at his face, peeling him off with her eyes like razors. “Liar, liar, naked friar! Like the liquor from your stupor, I smell the lies coming from your lips.”
“What’s this now? An interrogation?”
“Yes. Now, answer me, citizen, or I will arrest ya.”
“Ah, okay.”
“I’ll put ya in handcuffs.”
“Uh-huh, hm-hmm.”
“You would love to cuff you up, won’t you, saucy boy?” She flashed him her eyebrows. At the same time, though, just as John felt like beginning to perhaps, maybe feel uncomfortable with her words... “Anyway, enough with the light jokes. Time for the hard truths.” Johanna changed gears. “Is this something that you see yourself doing for the rest of your life, amor?” Every time she blinked, it was like a tiny bunny had hopped onto his lap. “Smutty illustrations for rich perverts across the sea? If you were to look into the future and project yourself into infinity, until the earth swallowed you whole, six feet under ... would you be happy doing this, and exactly this all this time?”
“Well, now that you put it like this...” He shrugged. “No. I guess not.”
“Oh, no?”
“No. Anything becomes ... uh, unpleasant if we do it like this, no?”
“Like this what?”
“Forever. Like, all the time.”
Again, a finger to his face. “Liar, liar, naked briar! That’s not how it works.”
“It is!”
“It isn’t.” The certainty in her voice! If she said so, then it was so! “If we are happy with what we do, oh, we do it forever, yes, for the rest of our lives, and always with a big, dumb smile on our faces.”
“Even ... uh...”
He lowered his head and she giggled. “You bunny!” His timidness never failed to charm her somewhat. “Say it. No need to fear words when you’re strong.”
He smiled. “Thanks.” Like strong pushes on a stuck cart, his couple of deep breaths got his words suddenly unstuck from his throat. “Even if we do it all the time? Every hour?”
“Even when we do it every second of every day, day after day forever, all the time!”
Again, her certainty!
“No. We grow bored.”
She laughed. “Oh, mi hermoso conejito!” And pinched his cheeks. “You really never had it easy in your life, have you?”
“Hmm, no need to rub salt on the wound, okay?”
“Not salt. Medicine. And you know how medicine feels on the open wound, don’t you? It stings, it burns, but that’s alright.” She landed a palm on his thigh. “It needs to sting before it gets better. Okay?” His silence, like all silences between friends, told a life’s worth of stories. “Oh, sweetheart. You’ve never had anyone tell you that, have you? No one to even treat you like this, have you?”
At his slightest sign of unease, she moved her hand slightly away—though keeping her eyes unwaveringly at him.
“This...” He gestured broadly, stiffly, and settled for a single word after browsing through so many in his head. “Hard.” His eyes moved a little. “Difficult.” His head finally rested low.
“I apologize.” Johanna added mournful pauses between her sentences. “As always, it was not my intention to barge into your past. Not so hurtfully, that is.” She read him carefully. “From one strong person to another, or perhaps from a seasoned fighter to the youthful, talented rook, let me share with you another nugget of knowledge that I acquired. A knowledge of strength. The way of life of us blessed folks.” She winked. “When you do what you love, you do it all the time. Never for a second do you tire of it, just like a fish would never get tired of the water. Love is all we live for. Happiness, perhaps, is a better term. Happiness is all we exist for, and when you do what you love, you attain happiness.”
She shrugged, as if she had just stated a most obvious fact. “If there’s no happiness, there is no life. I know you know it.” She winked. “I saw how you acted way back there with the gang. I know you agree with me.”
This got him spirited, his head rising like a shark striking from the depths. “We’re in agreement that you’re not, uh, reading minds, are we?”
She laughed. “Your mind is safe around me. Again, there’s no need for mind-reading among friends, even less so between like-minded folks.” She tapped on her head, then pointed at his. “My mind, your mind, all in tune. If you’ve got any doubt about your strength, about us being peas of a pod, here’s your proof: there’s nothing you can do that I don’t know of, nor anything I can do that you don’t notice, for like knows like, and all that is similar stick together.”