Voodou Barbie

Eric didn’t argue. He walked out the front door, heart completely shattered, and headed down the block to call another Uber.

Later that night in his apartment, he drank heavily, straight from the bottle, trying to drown the looping images. Eventually the sharp pain numbed into a dull, hollow ache.

Two weeks later, Eric had started his new job. He bought a decent starter car for $15k with a full year of insurance so he could get around freely. On paper, life was moving forward.

But something still felt… off. A strange, lingering discomfort sat deep in his body and mind. He couldn’t quite explain it.

He told himself it was just heartbreak.

He had no idea how much worse it was about to get.

Every night, Eric was haunted by vivid, feverish sexual dreams about Kayla. In the depths of sleep, he would find himself buried between her thick, smooth caramel thighs, devouring her sweet, dripping pussy with desperate hunger. His tongue would swirl and plunge, tasting her warm nectar as her hips bucked against his face. The dreams felt so real that his body would betray him his dick throbbing uncontrollably until he erupted in thick, shameful ropes of cum all over his stomach and sheets, waking up sticky, panting, and aching with unfulfilled longing.

One fateful night, Kayla snapped her fingers and whispered into the darkness, “Come to me.”

Eric’s eyes flew open, his heart slamming against his ribs. A magnetic pull gripped his soul, irresistible and terrifying. Without thinking, he threw on clothes, jumped into his car, and drove through the night to her house, his hands trembling on the wheel. He stood outside her door for a few agonizing seconds, breath ragged, mind screaming to turn back. Then the door creaked open slowly.

There she was Kayla, lounging on her couch in a sheer black nightgown that clung to her full breasts and wide hips like a second skin. Her dark eyes gleamed with wicked power.

“Come to me,” she commanded softly.

Eric’s feet moved on their own. As he stepped closer, a scorching wave of heat flooded his veins. His dick surged to life instantly, rock-hard and throbbing violently, straining against his pants as if it might burst through the fabric. The sensation was overwhelming every pulse sent jolts of unwanted pleasure through his body.