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The Witchs Dollhouse

The Witch’s Dollhouse: A Naughty Erotic Story

There was something about the old, dusty dollhouse tucked away in the corner of the antique shop that caught Gina’s eye. It was a charming little thing, despite the years of neglect, with its rose-painted walls and curved roof.

Gina had always had a fascination with witches, so when she saw the small figure of a hooded witch perched atop the roof of the dollhouse, she couldn’t resist buying it. She didn’t even care what it cost; she just wanted to take it home.

As soon as she brought the dollhouse home, Gina was filled with a strange anticipation. She could feel that something dark and sensual awaited her within its walls. She set it up in her living room and gazed at it for hours, wondering what secrets it held.

A few days later, Gina was startled awake by the sound of music coming from her living room. She stumbled out of bed and found the dollhouse illuminated in a fantastic array of twinkling lights. She rubbed her eyes and looked closer. All around the dollhouse, tiny figures of beautiful women in elaborate lingerie were dancing and laughing, their slender bodies swaying in time to the music.

Gina was mesmerized. She stepped closer to the dollhouse and saw that each of the women had a label hung around her neck. Upon closer inspection,she realized they were all different types of prostitutes: sluts, call girls, escorts, and so on.

Suddenly, the door to the dollhouse flew open and a tall, dark figure emerged. The figure was dressed in a hooded cloak, their face hidden in shadows. This must be the witch, Gina thought with a smile.

“Welcome to my dollhouse,” the witch said in a velvety voice. “I have been expecting you.”

Gina stepped inside the dollhouse and was immediately filled with a warm, inviting sensation. The interior of the dollhouse was luxuriously decorated; lavish furniture, soft carpets, and ornate artwork adorned the walls.

The witch led Gina to the bedroom and motioned for her to sit on the bed. She did as the witch commanded and was surprised to find that the bed was surprisingly comfortable.

The witch removed her hood and Gina realized that she was strikingly beautiful, with long, dark hair and striking green eyes.

“I’ve been watching you for some time now,” the witch said with a smile. “I’m glad you’ve come to me.”

Gina blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed by the witch’s words. But there was something about the witch’s gaze that made her feel safe and protected.

The witch leaned in and lightly kissed Gina’s forehead. Suddenly, Gina felt her entire body tingle. She couldn’t believe what was happening; it felt like she was floating on air.

The witch then removed her cloak and Gina gasped. Underneath the cloak was a skimpy black lingerie set, complete with thigh-high stockings and garters.

The witch began to caress Gina’s body, exploring every inch of her skin with her long, graceful fingers. She kissed and licked her way down Gina’s body until she reached Gina’s most sensitive areas.

Gina felt her body quiver with pleasure as the witch continued to stimulate her. The sensations were like nothing she’d ever experienced before. It felt like she was on the brink of an orgasm, but the witch only teased her, teasing her until she was begging for more.

Finally, the witch allowed her to reach her climax and Gina felt her body shudder with pleasure. Afterward, the witch held her in her arms, kissing her neck and whispering sweet words in her ear.

Gina felt like she had entered a new world; one filled with beauty, pleasure, and passion. She had finally found her home in the witch’s dollhouse.

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