Molly the Adult Dolly

By Miriam F. Martin

Empty house. Lonely and missing his wife. Dark and stormy night. Hunter just wants a stiff drink after coming home from a business trip. Not like Christine will be home any time soon apparently.

Little does he know what surprise she left him upstairs. Hunter never received a gift quite like Molly.

Some presents happen once in a lifetime.

If you enjoy quirky couples and fantasy in your erotica, be sure to read Molly the Adult Dolly.

Bonus short story included: Creatures of Habit.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hermit Muse Publishing
• Release date: Nov 18, 2016

Miriam F. Martin

Miriam F. Martin grew up wanting to be a cam girl, but excessive stage fright killed the dream. Her passion for getting strangers off over the wild worldwide web hasn’t died yet. So she focuses her time writing smutty books for smart people, like you. When not writing erotica, she also writes science fiction and fantasy. Her hobbies include playing the guitar badly, misinterpreting the future with Tarot cards, and over-analyzing dreams. She also enjoys first-person shooters, rogue-likes, and hidden object games. Her quest in life is to have a house full of cats. Miriam loves to hear from her fans, and she may be contacted through her agent, David Anthony Brown, at: david (at) danthonybrown (dot) com

Book preview

Siren’s Garter Presents:

Molly the Adult Dolly

An Erotic Short Story

by

Miriam F. Martin

Bonus Story Included!

Creatures of Habit

Hermit Muse Publishing

Copyright Information

Smashwords Edition

All Original Content

Copyright © 2016: David Anthony Brown

Published by: Hermit Muse Publishing

Cover image by: Chaoss/Dreamstime

Cover design by: D. Brown/Hermit Muse Publishing

This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

This book contains erotic content, and is intended for adults over the age of 18.

CONTENTS

Molly the Adult Dolly

Empty house. Lonely and missing his wife. Dark and stormy night. Hunter just wants a stiff drink after coming home from a business trip. Not like Christine will be home any time soon apparently.

Little does he know what surprise she left him upstairs. Hunter never recieved a gift quite like Molly.

Some presents happen once in a lifetime.

If you enjoy quirky couples and fantasy in your erotica, be sure to read Molly the Adult Dolly.

Bonus Story:

Creatures of Habit

Tom wakes up every morning to Katie’s piano music. Predictable as Sunday morning. But one day while making breakfast, he discovers something missing.

And he can’t put his finger on that missing something.

His beautiful wife makes it a habit to please him, but Tom wonders if she’s holding back a secret.

If you enjoy sexy, intelligent erotica with a splash of mystery, be sure to read Creatures of Habit.

MOLLY THE ADULT DOLLY

The dark and stormy night…

When Hunter pulled in his driveway, it was raining cats and dogs. Or, as his wife Christine liked to say, pussies and dicks. She was the type to crack herself up in a crowded room, and clue no one else in on her private jokes.

To be fair, most of her private jokes were of the pervy variety.

The night air was electric and smelled of fresh rain and ozone. Lightening cracked open the sky to reveal blue above the darkness, and thunder boomed hard enough to rattle the car window. And then the rain fell in a torrent.

Hunter parked in the garage, and got out of the car. He stepped to the edge of the dry cement, basking in the mixture of smells—cut grass, gasoline, old cardboard boxes full of junk. Finally home, after being overseas on a business trip.

Christine’s car wasn’t in the garage, even though it was midnight and she hadn’t worked the graveyard shift in over a year. Maybe she was called in? Didn’t matter, Hunter needed a drink of the good stuff, twelve year old scotch to be precise. And then watch a little TV to kill the brain. He would’ve preferred a back massage, too, and maybe a good hard fucking. But he’d wait.

He hadn’t spanked the monkey in over a week, saving up his goods for Christine. He’d wait for her, whether later tonight or tomorrow afternoon, he didn’t care.

Once inside the kitchen, he poured a drink, swallowed the burning poison whole, and poured another. Hunter brought the tumbler to his lips, basking in the liquor’s heady aroma. And then all the lights in the house blacked out.

Shit, he said.