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Here to be consumed

back view of Molly standing in doorway holding her hair up

“Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly…

ran through her head as she stood in the doorway watching his eyes run over her body

The truth was she was more moth than fly. Drawn to the light, desperate and wild, to be as close to it, to him, as possible but unlike the moth she knew that it would burn; that he had every intention of hurting her, marking her tender flesh with his brutal touch and delighting in her cries of, pain and pleasure.

Maybe she was the fly after all, here to be consumed.

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Molly standing in doorway in black lace panties with man sitting in chair opposite her for a post about being consumed

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  • Molly Moore - Author, Blogger, Photographer, Speaker, Director of Operations @Eroticon Find me in my corner of the internet at Molly's Daily Kiss and on Twitter @mollysdailykiss

  • Show Comments (6)

  • kisungura

    Great analogies, and I love that picture, to be burned alive or eaten alive, that is the question!

  • elliott

    Hot Damn, that’s good, right down to the illustration. Nice 100.

  • Cara Thereon

    A tight and sexy story. I really love the photo as well

  • Beatrix B

    I loved the intro to your story! It set the tone and acted as a frame on which to hang the rest of your words. It did all the work whilst you played with sentiment and erotic detail. Great work!

  • Ria Restrepo

    Incredibly hot — both the story and the picture! 😉

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