Molly’s Rapturous Embrace
Millie Dynamite
Molly’s Rapturous Embrace
An erotic short story from
“Millie’s Vast Expanse”
By
Millie Dynamite
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© Copyright 2016 by Millie Dynamite
Published by Red Kitty’s Publishing
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Cover Design by Shiloh Young
NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under the age of eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic sexual nature. By reading this eBook, you assert that you comply with your local or state laws. This book is purely a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons whether living, deceased, actual events, or locales are entirely coincidental. Drug use and promiscuous sex are harmful and only depicted for dramatic purposes.
In the Expanse, there are many twists and turns to get from there to here or vice versa. There are all sorts of business people, salesmen, and saleswomen hocking their wares. Some ply their trade in business suits and ties, while others do so in silk stockings and form fitting dresses. Some offer goods for use by others, or to be resold – while some offer their bodies as the commodity.
Portrait of a night of debauchery, John is an aptly named businessman, unwinding after a tough day of selling widgets when he spots a dark beauty who likewise is selling her wares. John is a man who craves excitement, a brief freedom from the dull routine from the prison of life. A fling outside the matrimonial bed – a night of lusty rutting so exquisite that his existence can, for a moment at least, be lifted out of the ordinary.
She calls herself LaTonya, a comely ebony spider loitering at the center of her web, anxious for the telltale plucking of a silken strand. Her signal that a juicy fly is ready for her to devour. She’ll sprinkle on spice and seasoning, then take an arm followed by a leg, then gobble the whole thing down.
Then there’s Molly and her loving embrace – oh, yes she plays such an important part in this little tale from Millie’s Vast Expanse. In the parlance of the profession – a john’s made easier to handle when Molly comes along on the ride, for when she warms his heart, he opens his pocketbook.
Molly’s Rapturous Embrace
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“Will you walk into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly.”
From the Poem: The Spider and the Fly by Mary Howitt 1829
Sauntering into the hotel bar, my short white dress was the perfect contrast to my mahogany skin. Passing him, I shot a side glance his direction and felt the first tentative tingle on the long thin strand of my web. Ah, I thought, an enjoyable juicy fly. Moving to the middle of the bar I positioned myself on the stool. Ignoring him, I waved a finger in the air to the bartender. He brought me my preferred drink, then walked down refilling the man’s wine glass. The good stuff, mmm, he has money. Waiting till my glass was near to empty, at last, I shot a tentative, flirtatious glance toward him. Tall, just approaching middle age, still in good shape, though. Taut looking and nicely muscled. I felt another ripple in the web as he stared back at me.
The intensity of his gaze took me by surprise as he sat there sipping his wine, observing me – devouring me with his eyes. I should have been uncomfortable. The proper thing was to demurely avert my gaze. Instead, I glared back at him. When I say glared I don’t mean a hateful glower, rather a lustful gaze, a sensual, intense, fixation of my eyes to his. Lowering my eyes, I let him have a moment to contemplate his next move.
Would he approach me, sit there unmoving frozen in fear over my brazenness, or turn away? Perhaps jump up and run out of the establishment fleeing for his life. I felt the faint plucking of one of the strands of my web. Without looking to confirm his actions I knew he moved closer to me. I turned my attention to the bartender, holding a finger up for one more.
“Put it on my tab,” he said, sitting next to me. I turned my head, ever so slightly, glancing at him, my full lips gathered to the barest sliver of a smile. In an expression of acknowledgment, I bobbed my head, then licked my lips. He purred sweet words of my figure and face in my ear. Flatteries designed to win my affections, if only for a short time. I sighed, smiled, and thanked him – offering little conversation back. Just a flirtatious comment, a knowing look or smile, sweet and sensual to keep his interest piqued.
The band started playing a slow song, and my body swayed on the stool. Dancing with myself I felt his eyes drinking in the sight and without turning to look at him I lifted the glass and drank down the fluid.
“Would you care to dance,” he asked.
“Next slow song, I promise,” I said to him. “Tell me, do you come here often?”
“No, I’m from out of town,” he answered. I felt the web again as its sticky little strands trapped my prey, and he didn’t even realize it. “Here on business.” His left hand rested on the bar, I ran my finger on the pale white mark on his ring finger.