Molly’s Rapturous Embrace

Molly’s Rapturous Embrace

An erotic short story from

“Millie’s Vast Expanse”

By

Millie Dynamite

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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.



Millie’s Vast Expanse

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 johns 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, gray around the temples, still in good shape, though. Taut looking and nicely muscled. I felt another ripple in the web as he stared back at me. He might be wise, but wisdom always yields to lust and boredom.

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 his eyes to mine. 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 I allowed him the privilege to prattle on about his successes in the business world. After a bit I said something, coy yet sultry. Just a flirtatious comment, followed by a knowing look or smile, sweet and sensual to keep his interest piqued, as he continued to sell himself.

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 over the pale white mark on his ring finger.

“So, you took your wedding ring off,” I mentioned, leaning into him. Out of instinct, he wrapped his right arm around my shoulder. “You looking to be a naughty boy while you’re here?” My mouth hovered near his ear. My lips nearly touched his lobe and my hot moist breath teased the rest of his ear.

“Yeah, maybe,” he gulped in air as he spoke. His Adams apple jumped when he talked, “But you’re right, I’m married.” I put my free hand on the back of his head, with gentle encouragement I guided his face to mine.

“So,” I interjected moving closer to him lubricating my lips with my tongue just before our hungry mouths met. My tongue parted his lips, darting in out of his mouth before snaking in and exploring his tongue and teeth. My hand moved over his hand. I felt his heat building. The band stopped and then began playing another slow song.

“Let’s dance,” I insisted, sliding off the stool. I moved away from him, knowing he would follow. The thread of the web tingled again, as his hand touched my lower back. He moved beside me, and I turned to him. Arms held out for our dance, we embraced, and our bodies moved in synchronicity to the beat of the music.

With each step, our bodies moved closer, till there was no space between us as we oscillated together. Sliding my hand from his shoulder to his chest, I roamed over his pecs, feeling the hard, chiseled muscles beneath the silken material. I could sense the quickening of his heartbeat. I saw his eyes dilate when I ran my tongue over my lips and smiled at him.

“Will you walk into my parlor?