The Beautiful Kind

Remember how back in July this creepy doll attacked me while I was staying at a friend’s house? You know, the room decorated with CLOWNS? Well she has attacked me twice since then, the most recent being last weekend as I napped in the bed and masturbated with a pillow over my head - WHAM she came down hard on me again.

Seeing how she finds me soo irresistible, I kidnapped her. That’s right, I smuggled her out of the state of Indiana and into the secret spy annex at my house and interrogated her. Since my guy is always tying me up and stuff, I thought it would be fun to get my own little dolly and have my way with her.

I found out her name is Anita, and she’s a sex prude - big surprise there. But that’s about all I got out of her - she’s supposed to coo and blink and giggle and all that crap but she wouldn’t cooperate. I punished her by shaking my glass dildo at her menacingly and reading Anais Nin out loud until she passed out in a state of apoplectic shock at hearing about Bijou’s “sex” being licked by her lesbian lover in an opium den. I didn’t even get to the story where the father of the manor molests his two daughters playing “peek a boo” in the sheets, sheesh.

I took her to the local doll repair shop to see if they could help me get more information out of her, but naturally they sided with her and this huge Victorian doll army went after me, so I got the hell out of there. Porcelain faces, synthetic sausage curls, rosebud lips, lacy frocks…. >shudder.< Can you imagine spending the night in this little shop of horrors?

For now, I’m keeping her locked up in my garage until  I can figure out what to do with her. I sure as hell don’t want her lurking around my house sucking the sex karma out of it. Seriously, this doll has issues.