China Doll

By Nick Foxx

I sat on the edge of her bed and looked her over. She was so petite. With her long straight black hair, her porcelain skin, and slight build, she looked so innocent and delicate. I had her turn and show me her body from every angle. I loved the lines of her body. From her graceful neck to her childlike toes, her body screamed sensuality. From the gentle swells of her firm chest to the narrow strip of hair that lead my gaze between her legs she was exquisite. She had a quality that’s impossible to describe. She looked delicious. Being my prisoner didn’t seem to faze her. She was poised and calm in the situation. She seemed to accept the position she was in without panic.

“I’ve been looking forward to this,” I said.

“Me too,” she sighed.

I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her down to her knees. “What did you say?”

“I’ve been looking forward to it too.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked.

“What you’re...you’re going to do with me. You’re going to make me do things for you. Aren’t you? You want to. I want you to.” She hung her head in shame as she went on. “No one has ever wanted me before. No one’s ever seen me naked or touched my body. But you...you want me.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nick Foxx
• Release date: Aug 11, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476337814

Nick Foxx

A diverse blend of music floated through the rooms of Nick Foxx’s house as he grew up. His family listened to and played blues, jazz, folk, gospel, country, rock’n’roll and classical music and they all fascinated him. Late in the night, he’d sit with his father and grandfather while they told stories and sang their favorites.Professors and artists mingled with ranchers and farmers around picnic tables in Nick's backyard to enjoy fried fish, barbecue, and good music as the neighborhood children chased fireflies in the twilight.The music he heard filled his head with dreams of being a professional musician. He played at local dances, clubs, and bars before he could drive. By twenty-one, he had performed for crowds of thousands, heard himself on the radio, and sang on live TV. His music has been used in advertising, film, television, theater, and played in concert halls. Records he worked on decorate the walls of his office and home.Nick began publishing ebooks in 2008 with Anonymous Publishing. While writing under the pen name, Nicky Faulkes, Nick’s work “The Time Of My Life” won the Earth Day Story Contest on Literotica.com and gained him the praise of peers. It encouraged him to keep writing and telling stories.Nick is a semi-retired composer and musician, happily married for over twenty years to a beautiful, loving woman who is the love of his life. Nick’s stories are a blend of his personal experiences and fantasies that merge to bring genuine, relatable characters and engaging tales to the page. His greatest delight is to share the joy he feels creating new work with the people who listen to his music or read his stories.Please contact Nick at: [e-mail] to get the latest on his next project or to join his facebook group. If you liked this book, check out other titles by Nick Foxx at your favorite e-book retailer online or follow him on facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/nick.foxx.108

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. This story contains sexually explicit acts involving consenting adults. It is not intended for minors under the age of eighteen. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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China Doll

by Nick Foxx

Copyright © 2014, Nick Foxx

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Chapter 1

Suzie Chung ate lunch alone. She was diplomatic with everyone but didn’t hang out to chat or gossip with her co-workers. Her focus was always on her work. When the day was over, she left her cubicle, politely said goodnight to her office mates, got in the sensible car she leased, drove to the gym, worked out, and went home. The TV was on to kept her company as she ate her dinner each night. She didn’t watch it but she liked the sound of another voice in the room with her. Alone in bed, she read until she drifted off to sleep each night. She led a quiet, simple life without any adventure or excitement. That all changed the night I ran into her at the gym. And I say that because one night, I literally ran into her and almost knocked her off her feet.

After a long, hard workout, I was headed for the showers. I was talking to a friend when she turned the corner and bumped into me. She bounced back from the contact. Excuse me, she gasped.

I reached out and steadied her before her ass hit the hard tile floor. Even in heels, the top of her head barely came up to middle of my chest. At 6’ 2" tall I towered over her. She was trim and petite. She weighed less than 100 lbs and I carried about twice that much weight in solid muscle.

No problem, I assured her. Are you okay? Did I get you wet? I asked as I wiped the sweat from my arms and chest.

Her eyes darted up and down my body before they settled on the floor in front of her. What? No. I’m fine, she said quietly.

Okay. Have a nice night, I said as I walked away.

I felt her eyes follow me. The urge to turn and check her out was overwhelming. But