Lights, Camera, Action ✔~ trixya

Chapter 25: The Hidden Truth

Katya's hands were traveling across pale skin. Squeezing large breasts and kissing down a soft stomach. Her fingers digging into thick thighs and pulling them apart greedily. The girl pulled her face up, kissing her senseless whilst Katya's fingers laced themselves into locks of long blonde hair. She was drowning in the other woman, completely surrendering to the perfect angel beneath her who looked like a life-size Barbie. 

"Mhhm Katya." The angel moaned as Katya's fingers went between her legs.

"Fuck Trixie." 

Katya awoke abruptly, her mind still half-way stuck in her dream. She was dripping wet, a pillow laying between her legs, and she wouldn't be surprised if she had used it to grind against. 

"Shit." She exclaimed in annoyance.

It wasn't the first time it had happened, but the dreams kept getting more intense, and she rarely got through the night without encountering Trixie in dreamland at least once. She felt like she was going insane. Trixie had moved into her mind, constantly teasing her to the point where Katya couldn't keep from getting herself off to the memories of fucking the girl. 

But the problem was worse now, not only was Katya missing their interactions when they weren't together, she had started to imagine Trixie being in her apartment. She'd walk out to her kitchen and imagine the doll standing there with a cup of coffee. She'd walk inside after smoking on her balcony and imagine Trixie sitting on her couch. She'd walk into her bedroom and imagine the Barbie laying in her bed. 

And worst of all; she wanted that.

Being anything even remotely similar to domestic with another person had always sounded like hell to her. All she had ever known was that domestic life fell apart. She'd seen her mom on the kitchen floor with a bottle in hand as her dad drove away to a hotel for another meeting. She'd heard the promises of change, seen how the light in her mom's eyes faded a little more each time that promise was inevitably broken. 

She'd seen the way her dad would turn it all on it's head after a while. In the beginning he seemed to feel guilt, but after a few years he managed to convince the poor woman that it was her own fault. And then the former beauty queen had gone under the knife, let him decide her features as if she was his toy. Katya couldn't count how many times her mom had been sent away by her dad for a beauty upgrade. And all the while the fucker was out getting his dick wet all around town. 

But her mom had loved him endlessly, convinced herself that if she only got pretty enough again, he would give her all his attention like he once had.

It didn't do shit tho, instead the asshole ran out the door after forcing his wife to cut and paste her entire face and body. Her mom disappeared the day he left, a shell of a person was all that remained. A broken girl who still lived in the photo albums of their early years, desperately dreaming herself away to when they lived in perfect domestic bliss.

Katya had sworn that she'd never end up the same way. Never put her heart on display or let herself get attached. But somehow Trixie had broken down her walls and defenses, and now her heart was begging for the same domestic bliss that Katya had spent her entire life running away from. 

She wanted that with Trixie. 

In truth, she wanted to experience everything with Trixie.

"Fuck.." Katya said as she finally realized why she'd been acting strange and why the beautiful doll wasn't leaving her mind.

"I like Trixie."