I always had a fascination for Barbies. I still remember my first Barbie that I got when I was just nine years old. It was a snowy Christmas morning and the tree was littered with gifts of all shapes and sizes. Each present contained a small parchment with each of my siblings names written on them. I reached for the yellow rectangular box and hugged it tightly. I scrambled to the fireplace and gazed at this box, my young mind going nuts, wondering what was inside it. Ever so gently my tiny hands slowly slipped the Barbie casing out. A bright smile appeared on my face as I gazed onto the beauty of my newly found friend. Analee was her name. She was part of the Native American Barbie collection that was released in the nineties. I still remembered how her beautiful brown skin, long black hair, and earthen eyes glistened in the fireplace.

Analee and I were inseparable. She was my yin to my yang. I had to be with her almost one hundred percent of the time. I dressed her up in so many different colorful outfits, often disregarding her natural blue Native American gown. I would wash her hair with shampoo, gently air dry it out, and then use my miniature comb to brush all the tangled locks away. I took great care of Analee, often too much care from the perspective of my older siblings and parents. After all it was all innocent, childish fun.

It wasn't until the age of eighteen that I started to have sexual thoughts of my Analee. I was in my room playing with my Barbie dolls, Analee and Kristy. I was playing a game called 'House' where there was a mommy doll, a daddy doll, and two children dolls. My parents refused to buy me a Ken doll due to personal or religious reasons. They believed that a Ken doll will make me grow up too much but girl dolls were fine. I substituted my Ken for Kristy by having her hair cut short to resemble a guy's haircut. I made Analee be the mom and Kristy be the dad. It wasn't until I made Analee and Kristy kiss each other that I felt some sort of wetness begin to form in my pussy regions. I played it off as just my bladder telling me it was time to use the restroom, but that certain aching feeling kept returning whenever I made Analee and Kristy join lips.

As my imaginative makeout sessions start to unravel in my room, the heat between my legs started to spread outward. I looked at Analee for the first time with a new light. I set Kristy down and paid all my attention to Analee. She was so beautiful, with her brown eyes staring seductively at me. I couldn't help it but... give a quick peck on her plump, pink lips. I gasped as I looked at my Analee. She still held that seductive smile on her face. Feeling excited, I placed another longer, deeper kiss onto her face. I stuck my tongue out and gently outlined her lips when suddenly I heard a snicker from the door. It was my brother, James, staring and laughing at me. I told him to go away as I felt my face flush and embarrassement filled my head. I couldn't believe what James saw me doing! He came back and brought my big sister, Jenny, in and they both started to laugh at me. I got up, closed and locked the door. Behind the door, all I could hear was my siblings calling me a freak. My brother and sister never failed to make me miserable. Freak, freak, Barbie obsessed freak! How could I do this to my Analee, to an inanimate object? Disgusted with myself, I threw Analee and Kristy across the room. I had to grow up and stop pretending to be in love with a Barbie doll. Vowing to never play with dolls again, I piled all my Barbie toys and accessories into a big box and placed them in the attic to be forgotten in time.

Analee and I didn't see each other for six years. I moved out of my parents house and went on to college on the other side of the country where I completed a degree in accounting. I was twenty four when I got news that my parent's needed help moving some old stuff out of the house into a storage unit down the block. My brother and sister were too busy with their kids to go help, so it was up to me to plan the logistics for the move. One quick drive to the airport and a short layover in Chicago, I was finally in my childhood home. 

My mom had me go to the attic first to remove all the old boxes that were collecting dust. Most of the items were baby clothes, Christmas ornaments, scary Halloween decorations, the usuals. One after the other I took the boxes down to the moving van. I looked around the room and spotted a box that had my name on it: Loraine's stuff don't touch! Curiousity overcame me and I decided to see what was in that box. I took out my small knife and broke the tape seal. Inside, to my surprise, was Analee and the rest of my Barbie doll collections. 

My heart was pounding through my ears as I gently picked up Analee. She still looked beautiful after all these years. Her gorgeous eyes, pixie nose, and luscious lips stared straight at me. I turned her around and examined her, a little mark here and there but overall the definition of perfect. She was wearing a pink tutu with a pink tanktop on, her perfectly shaped left boob popping out. I adjusted her top to make her look more modest than she was previously. I looked longingly at her, small tears forming at the ducts of my eyes. 

"Oh Analee..." I whispered. I placed her on my breast and hugged her. "I missed you..." I was finally reunited with my best childhood friend. Analee, a dream come true. I walked down the stairs and to my room, placing Analee into my purse with her blue Native American outfit. "I'm not going to lose you again, Analee" I told her. I closed my purse up and tried to quickly finish up my chores as soon as possible. 

That weekend I returned back to my apartment in Rhode Island. While on the plane ride home, I kept glancing inside my purse, staring at Analee with love in my eyes. Analee was often the only person I could trust growing up. She never yelled at me, made fun of me, or bullied me. She was always there to help guide me, answer my worries, and just be my friend. She was the light at the end of the tunnel when school got too rough. I quickly entered into my apartment and headed straight to my bedroom. I pulled out Analee from my purse and just... stared straight at her. My bottom lip quivered as a simple word came out of my mouth: "I'm sorry." I apologized to Analee for the way I treated her on that terrible day back.. I apologized for taking advantage of her, kissing her, throwing her across the room when I felt embarrassed. "Will you ever forgive me, Analee?"

Her delicate eyes seem to say, "Yes, Loraine, I forgive you."   

It was getting late that night and it was time for me to go to bed. As I undressed to get ready to go take a shower, I noticed Analee casually watching me. Her wonderous eyes seemed to follow my every move as I slowly took my bra and panties off. I was naked infront of Analee, something that I have never done before. My face began to blush and I slowly walked over to where Analee was sitting on my bed. 

"You like what you see?" I asked as my blush turned into a deep red. I plopped down on my bed next to Analee and picked her up. I turned her around slowly and unclipped her dress, letting it fall off her sunkissed skin. I turned her around again and gazed at her face. I could never get over how exotic and breathtaking Analee looked. Her smile could light up a whole dim room and her eyes could tear a planet apart. 

"Analee, I know this is sudden but... I have to confess. I have never stopped thinking of you. Our kiss that day felt, perfect. I know for a fact that we are meant to be together. That Christmas day when I recieved you as my present, was the greatest day of my life. Now that I have you back in my life I vow to never ever lose you again. You complete me, Analee." With that being said, I gave Analee a kiss that held all of my feelings into one. I kissed her with a feverish glow that I didn't think I could muster up. I kissed her with a tenderness in my heart that had been there ever since I laid my eyes on Analee. 

I gently pulled away and looked back at her. She gazed at me with a look that said she understands and she feels the same way. My heart has never felt so full until that very moment. I gently placed a finger on Analee's boob and rubbed her. My pussy began to fill with moisture as I thought of Analee being pressed up against my boob, allowing my erect, pink nipple to graze gently against her plush lips. A moan escaped from my lips as I placed a couple of fingers into my aching vagina. Looking into the eyes of my lover while I feverishly fingered myself drove me to a level of euphoria that I didn't think I could ever reach. 

"Analee, oh God. Analee, I... I love you" I whispered into her ear. I lowered my lips toward her breasts and took them both in my mouth, suckling in the taste of her plastic skin. Her smell drove me wild. My tongue circled each of her boobs in figures of eight as my fingers kept rubbing onto my swollen clit. My intense hunger for Analee grew and I did the most anticipated thing I ever did before: I sucked and tongue fucked Analee's pussy. I spread her thin legs to the most that they can go and sucked like my life depended on it. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Analee, fuck" I whispered. My legs began to quiver as an intense orgasm swept through my shaking body. Holding on to Analee as hard as I could, I placed her face directly onto my crotch and locked my legs. The orgasm came in waves and I just couldn't contain my juices as they soaked Analee's long, black hair. Shaking feverishly, I pulled Analee from between my legs and gently licked away my cum from her body.

I layed in bed for quite some time, looking up at my white-wash ceiling. Analee was on top of me, resting between my breasts. I gulped and exhaled, relaxing my body to the euphoria that it has experienced. My mind began to wander to what lay ahead for Analee and I. I know deep in my heart that Analee and I are meant to be together. Analee understood me. She is the apple to my pie. Our love may be unconventional but there is something about Analee and the way she just clicks with me that feels right. I don't think I can love anyone the way I love Analee. To be reunited with her was the universe's way of giving me a second chance at love. Although people may think our love is strange, a human loving an inanimate Barbie doll, they will never truly understand the deep connection we have. I am one of the lucky ones. 

Analee, oh Analee...