Zhenya has always been an enthusiastic person -- it seemed that the world around him was filled with treasures hidden from the eyes of others. At first, they were bright metal icons, each of which kept its own story, like a small time capsule.
Then his attention was attracted by miniature models of cars, perfectly repeating the shapes of real cars. But all this was just a prelude to a real passion, which he discovered later. One day, in an antique shop, he came across her -- an antique doll, the epitome of elegance and mystery. Her dress, as if made of moonlight, flowed with soft folds, and her face, frozen in an eternal mysterious smile, attracted the eye.
She seemed to be looking straight into her soul, as if she knew all the secrets of the world. But the most amazing thing was that this doll was rumored to be shrouded in an ancient curse. It is precisely such objects -- ancient, mysterious, and steeped in legends -- that have become Zhenya's true passion.
They lured him with their mystery, promised to open the doors to a world where the past is intertwined with the present, and reality borders on myth. And now, standing in front of this doll, he could feel his heart beating faster. She became not just another find, but a symbol of his new mission -- to collect and study the most unusual, most mystical artifacts that hold the breath of centuries.
Zhenya searched for this doll for a long time, because it was rare even among collectors. It was said that whoever found her would gain untold riches, but in return would have to give his soul. But it didn't matter to his wife -- he was passionate about the search. The doll looked almost like new, despite its age. Her eyes were closed, and her face seemed calm and peaceful. When Zhenya brought the doll home, he put it on a shelf next to his other finds. At night, he was awakened by a strange noise. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the doll was sitting on the edge of his bed and looking at him. Her eyes were open now, and there was a sinister light in them.
Zhenya tried to scream, but his voice got stuck in his throat. The doll smiled at him, and at that moment he realized that everything the old legends said was true. The curse really existed, and now it possessed him. Since then, Zhenya's life has changed forever. Every night, he heard the whisper of the doll that sounded in his head. Zhenya tried to get rid of her, but every time he tried to throw the doll away or hide it away, it returned back to its place. Now he lived in constant fear, knowing that the curse he had brought into his home would never let him go.
These voices in his head were very frightening at first, but after a week he got used to them and they began to calm him down. His parents noticed that Zhenya had become somewhat strange, but when everything returned to its usual rhythm, they calmed down.
Zhenya looked like a very ordinary guy. But when he was alone in his room, a voice in his head asked him to undress in front of the large mirror that was in his room. The doll sat next to him and looked at his naked body. At first it was just curiosity, a mind game, innocent entertainment. A voice whispered that it was necessary to feel free, to understand yourself. Zhenya obeyed, feeling a slight tremor mixed with an incomprehensible shame. The doll, with its glassy eyes, seemed to be an impassive observer. But over time, his voice became more demanding, and his words became more insistent. And Zhenya, as if hypnotized, could no longer resist his will. The mirror reflected his confused face, the doll continued to sit silently, and the voice continued to whisper.
Zhenya gently caressed his body with his small hands, because he himself was not very tall, only about 165 cm, and weighed just over 50 kg. His small cock was standing all the time, and the doll's gentle voice in his head was arousing him more and more. The doll taught him to caress himself properly to deliver maximum arousal. He ran his fingers over the smooth skin of her thighs, following the doll's instructions. Her voice sounded like the whisper of the wind, guiding his movements, amplifying every touch. Zhenya felt the tension building in his lower abdomen, spreading warmth throughout his body.
The doll taught him to pay attention to every point, every nerve, in order to give himself unearthly pleasure. His breathing quickened, and his moans grew louder. Zhenya "You're doing everything right," the doll helped him. - Just do not forget about the anal hole, it also needs affection.
Zhenya did not even notice how gently he began caressing his little hole, first with one finger, and then with two at once. Suddenly, Zhenya saw his reflection in the mirror beckoning, as if it were starting to live its own life. It was still him, but now he looked very depraved, his gaze exuded lust, and he looked somehow more feminine. Her face softened, her cheeks turned pink, her lips swollen, as if after a passionate kiss. Playful sparkles played in the corners of his eyes. His reflection seemed to mock him, licking his lips seductively and straightening an invisible strand of hair.
Zhenya felt a strange attraction to this vicious doppelganger, mixed with anxiety and disgust. It was like looking into an abyss that beckoned him with its forbidden beauty and promise of unprecedented pleasures. He couldn't look away, as if hypnotized by this devilish vision. Something inside him was drawn to this new, depraved self, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
Suddenly, a blurry figure of a beautiful woman appeared next to him in the mirror, and then she began to become clearer and clearer. Her features, framed by dark curls, acquired sharpness, and the gaze of her piercing green eyes seemed to penetrate right into her soul.
He froze, unable to look away, as if paralyzed by an invisible force. The woman in the mirror smiled slowly, and there was anticipation in her smile. His heart was pounding wildly, fragments of thoughts and questions flashed through his head, but he couldn't move, as if he had fallen under hypnosis. Zhenya turned around and saw this woman next to him in his room. It can't be, was all he could say. -- Well, hello, Zhenya, my name is Maya, and your desires and lust have given me strength, now I will help you open up.
The woman put her hand on his shoulder, which sent a wave of goosebumps through Zhenya's body. He felt the heat rising to his face, and his heart was pounding in his chest. Maya smiled at his confusion. -- Don't be afraid, Zhenya, I'm here to help you accept the real you. You've been suppressing your desires for so long that they've taken shape and materialized into me. Now we will explore your innermost fantasies together.
Zhenya was silent, not knowing what to say. He always considered himself an ordinary guy, a little shy and insecure. But now there was a woman standing in front of him, the embodiment of his wildest dreams, and she said that he had created her himself. -- Trust me, Zhenya, and you will see what you are capable of. Together we will change your life. Only now Zhenya looked down and saw a huge cock between the legs of this charming woman.
He swayed and slowly stood up from the waves of excitement. Heat seared his face. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was so unexpected, so incredible, that it was as if a switch had been flipped in my head, cutting off all logical chains.
The world has narrowed down to this single point--pulsating, moist, unreal. Her heart was racing. Zhenya felt his own cheeks turning red. He tried to look away, but couldn't. Something magnetic, primal attracted him to this sight. His breathing quickened.
