~The Doll~

Part 1

The sword on the mantle, a katana. Something about the slim curved blade affected him, a magnificent piece.

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Laying naked on the bed, the sheets white, clean, & crisp. Oriental, Japanese to be exact. Japanese women seemed peculiarly sensual to him. The jet black hair fell upon the shoulders accentuating the pearl white porcelain skin, unblemished.

The jaw line was well defined, the neck slender white with a collar necklace cutting horizontally. Soft shoulders grave way to pert little breasts with pink nipple that stood erect. Her belly was flat with muscular hints, trailing to the slender smooth legs. a petite woman as most orientals seemed to be. She was crisp, clean & youthful although likely in her early thirties. Looking up, her ruby painted lips cracked an inviting smile.

"You hungry?"

A simple sexual statement statement as she spread her legs exposing her bare folds that were neatly shaved clean & very smooth. His eyes narrowed as he feasted upon the beauty spread before him.

"You taste." The words came out lightly with a girlish giggle.

The oriental beauty spread her legs more as she pulled her knees up slightly. The man reacted to the invitation with little emotion, tilting his head slightly moving to the foot of the bed not resisting the admiration of the pure cleanliness of her feminine fruits splayed before him.

Arching her back seemingly accentuating her erotic power, thinking she was in control of this... "Gentleman."