1. Adult Toy Story


    Date: 12/29/2023, Categories: Diary , BDSM Bondage and restriction Consensual Sex Hardcore Monster, Toys, Author: Krombomich, Source: sexstories.com 

    My empty childhood home was exactly what I

didn’t

need. The perfect imagery for loneliness and rut. With my boyfriend breaking up with me just before the holidays, I had to ask my mom for my old room back until I was ready to start a new cycle of disappointment. She had Christmas plans, of course. What normal person didn’t? So it was just little old me in my little old bed surrounded by posters of bands I never listen to anymore.

“Ewww. Do Barbies go... bad?”

I found my unclothed abandoned doll in the nightstand drawer while fishing for a phone charger from this decade but dropped her the instant some gooey filing touched my finger. She landed in a puddle of whatever thick white stuff was leaking out of her blown-out backside. I used a whole roll of paper towels for the makeshift oven mitts that helped me carry her to the kitchen garbage. I’m not one for sentimental value, but it still felt terrible to close the lid over her dead-stare smile.

No more rummaging for me, I decided. I stripped down to just my socks (don’t judge) and buried my face in the pillows for a good cry before falling asleep with the lights on.

A rubber ball compressing itself past your front teeth, turning a snore into a gag, is more effective than the loudest alarm clock and the strongest coffee. The strap didn’t even go behind my head; it was like the thing was magnetically attracted to my tongue. And when you find out that your wrists have been bound to the bedposts by fuzzy ...
    ... handcuffs, your thundering heart almost overdoses on adrenalin.

Looking around for an intruder dressed in black and not finding a soul in the well-lit bedroom was no comfort. All I could do was kick my legs, but the more I did, the more of my nude body was revealed under the sheets which now only precariously covered the V of my lower abdomen. Every waggle of my bare breasts was no doubt a gift to my captor, wherever he was, but even my panicked breaths made some waves.

“You’re even prettier than I imagined. I was born in a sex doll factory and I’ve never seen a more perfect pair of tits.”

The creepy intruder had left a plump teddy bear on the nightstand and was talking through some embedded speaker with a whimsical modulator. That was my first thought until the bear jumped from the nightstand to the bed with a fluidity far beyond cutting-edge robotics. I don’t know how I missed it at first glance but, now that it was inches from my face, I couldn’t look away from the big, bobbing pink cock coming out of its brown fuzzy crotch.

“Why are you acting so shocked?” The bear said, with moving lips and body language and everything. “I thought everyone knew since 1995 that toys came alive when you left the room. The Toy Story rule only applies to children’s toys, of course, unless you’re a bad joke like me.

Let’s make a Teddy Bear with a big cock and a cum pump. So funny!

I’m a freak only your mother could love. And even she loved me for just one night. One night that cursed ...
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