Priscilla My Porcelain Temptress

Priscilla My Porcelain Temptress

 

Hello, naughty ones. Halloween is just around the corner, and I thought I’d share another one of my supernatural tales with you today. I hope you enjoy “Priscilla My Porcelain Temptress.”

It all began on a foggy afternoon that wrapped the world in gray and made time feel slow and heavy. I had been wandering through an antique shop tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. And it felt more like I was stepping into another era than a store. Everywhere I looked, shelves were crammed with relics from a bygone age. And it was in the farthest corner, almost hidden behind a stack of dusty knickknacks, that I found a doll unlike any I had ever seen.

Priscilla my porcelain temptress had been crafted with a level of detail that was almost unnerving. Her skin was flawless. And her painted eyes were wide and bright, almost as if she were alive. She wore a delicate lace dress that had yellowed with age. Her tiny, rosebud mouth seemed to curve in a secret smile. And there was something in the way her eyes seemed to follow me that made my skin prickle with unease. Still, there was a strange, magnetic pull that I couldn’t resist. And before I knew it, I had purchased Priscilla and placed her on the mantelpiece in my living room.

Getting to know Priscilla, my porcelain temptress

The initial unease I felt faded and was replaced by a growing fascination. I soon found myself talking to Priscilla, telling her about my day. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was actually listening.

It wasn’t until the night of a full moon that things began to change. I had fallen asleep on the couch.  Soon a strange noise awakened me.   It was a soft, almost musical hum that seemed to fill the room.

I sat up, blinking in the darkness, trying to pinpoint the source. It was then that I saw Priscilla glowing faintly in the moonlight that filtered through the window. Her eyes, which had once been so still, were now gleaming with a strange, hungry light.

The situation should have frightened me. However, it did not. Instead, I felt a strange calm wash over me, as if I were under some kind of spell. I slowly rose to my feet and approached the mantelpiece. The hum grew louder, vibrating through my bones, and I realized it was coming from Priscilla.

Priscilla my porcelain temptress was alive!

My heart raced, but I couldn’t look away. Her smile widened as she watched me, and her eyes narrowed in a predatory gleam. Then, without warning, she leaped from the mantel, landing gracefully on the floor in front of me.

My breath caught in my throat as she began to grow, her porcelain body stretching and expanding until she stood slightly taller than me. And her once-delicate features slowly twisted into something darker, more menacing, yet still impossibly beautiful.

The hunger in her eyes was palpable as she reached out to touch me. Her fingers were cool against my skin as she cupped my face and tilted my head up to meet her gaze.

“I’ve waited so long for this.”

Her voice was soft and sweet, yet there was something sinister in her eyes. My body was practically thrumming with a mix of fear and something primal that wanted to indulge in this supernatural sexcapade.

Priscilla my porcelain temptress leaned forward, and her lips brushed against mine in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle. But as soon as I responded, the kiss deepened. Her tongue slid into my mouth, exploring with a possessive hunger that made me wet. Then she suddenly pulled away. A wicked smile curled the corners of her lips as she looked down at me.

“You want this, don’t you?” she cooed.

Before I could speak, her mouth was on mine again, her kiss fierce and demanding. I was drowning in desire and need.  She undressed me, then disrobed.

Her eyes were dark with lust as she met my gaze. Then she pushed me back onto the couch, her body sliding over mine with a feline grace. Her hips began to move in a slow, deliberate motion as we scissored. I moaned in response and gripped her hips, matching her rhythm.

On and on it went until I finally came.

The release was so intense it left me trembling and gasping for air. But Priscilla my porcelain temptress wasn’t done with me yet. She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Now you’re truly mine.”

Then her mouth opened wide – impossibly wide – and I felt myself being drawn in. The warmth of her breath enveloped me as she began to consume me.  I’ve never experienced such a sensation.  There was no pain, only a deep, overwhelming pleasure that coursed through me with each passing second. I soon found myself floating in a sea of darkness, warm and comforting. And the last thing I heard before everything faded away was her soft voice echoing in my mind: “Now you’re truly mine.”

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