Harlot's Web

By Foxxi Smolder

Elodie came to the city to find something new. But she didn't expect to find someone like Yvette - and she's got surprises for Elodie like nothing she's ever seen before...

Walking home alone at night in an unfamiliar place, Elodie has a chance encounter with a gorgeous woman - one who's all too happy to escort her. In fact, Yvette is an escort in more ways than one. Her specialty: bondage and suspension. Two things Elodie's never experienced, but when Yvette offers her a closer look at the world's oldest profession, she jumps at the opportunity.

Only later does she realize that she might be getting more than she bargained for. Yvette isn't just an escort - she's a six-armed spider-woman who loves to practice her trade on cute, naive girls just like Elodie. And now that Elodie's caught in her web, she's going to show this newcomer just how skillful and seductive those six arms can be!

Read on for over 8000 words of bondage, femdom, and first time girl-on-monster-girl smut!

Excerpt:

“I thought perhaps you might like a demonstration,” Yvette said softly, and without conscious thought Elodie nodded agreement.

Then she colored again at her impetuousness. “I just don’t know if...” If what? The answer eluded her.

Yvette looked at Elodie steadily, unfazed by her dithering. This close to Elodie, she smelled like cinnamon and cloves, with an undertone of something else Elodie couldn’t identify. Her pale face was so intense that Elodie wanted to shy away but found she couldn’t.

Slowly, with fathomless calm, Yvette brought her hand up to cup Elodie’s cheek. She didn’t resist as the long fingers settled over her skin. The warmth there must have been obvious, but Yvette said nothing. Still wearing that serious expression, she dipped her head until her lips brushed against Elodie’s.

Elodie closed her eyes. Her mouth parted of its own accord, inhaling the scent of Yvette. When Yvette pressed closer, their lips met and melded, red against pink, warmth merging with warmth.

A thrill ran through Elodie, a physical reaction that shook her from the feet up. She trembled under Yvette. Her body slacked, leaned against Yvette for support. It felt as if all that kept her from collapsing was Yvette’s hand on her cheek, the light pressure gentle but nonetheless assertive.

Yvette was first to break their kiss, pulling away with the same unhurried calm she’d used to initiate. Elodie’s eyes fluttered open and found that Yvette’s expression had changed. Subtly, but nonetheless noticeably, her grave, knowing look now had the suggestion of desire.

She blinked hard. “Um,” she managed, before collecting herself enough to add, “That was really nice.”

Yvette broke into a smile. “Oh good,” she said. “I thought I might have overstepped.”

“No! No, not at all!” Elodie said hurriedly. “You—you took me by surprise, that’s all.”

She looked at her feet, but then, possessed by some inherent bravery, turned her eyes up to Yvette again. “If you wouldn’t mind... I would gladly like a demonstration.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Foxxi Smolder
• Release date: Nov 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463895580

Foxxi Smolder

Confirmed bacheloress by day and scribbler of indecent material by night, Foxxi Smolder has been writing sweet, smutty short stories since 2015. She is dedicated to bringing her readers works that embrace kink without sacrificing sex positivity or a sense of humor. When not writing, she enjoys tending her rose garden, doing Tarot readings for her cats, and adding to her collection of fainting couches.

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Harlot’s Web

© 2019 Foxxi Smolder

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Harlot’s Web

By Foxxi Smolder

The digital watch on her wrist told the time as just after midnight, but to Elodie, starstruck by her first venture into a new city after dark, the hour didn’t matter a bit. What mattered was finding out to get in as much sightseeing as possible without losing her way back to the youth hostel.

Wow, she breathed, completely unselfconscious, as she wheeled around in place to take in her surroundings.

Amidst the tall, grungy buildings with their blinking signs, she stood out like a sore thumb, not that there was that much of her to stand. At five foot two (on tiptoe), she looked as diminutive as she felt. Only the animated interest radiating from her eyes and her alert posture marked her as a visitor with purpose, rather than an easy mark lured into the wrong territory.

She’d parted ways from her cohort some time ago, determined to strike out on her own without a group of similarly aged young folks as back-up. The city was supposed to be friendly to tourists, but that wasn’t the role Elodie had come here to play. She wanted new experience: to depart from the familiar world she knew and set out into the unknown. To taste the novelty on her tongue, breathe its air, let its chatter flow into her ears and reach her brain, set its neurons whizzing and whirling. Above all she craved adventure.

So she’d put on walking shoes and grabbed her miniature backpack and headed off into the night. Elodie wasn’t much for second thoughts. So far she’d gotten everything she wanted, but she still had room for more.

The neon lights flourishing over the street bled into each other, shedding haloes of blue-pink-purple onto the slick sidewalk. Blinking, Elodie held a hand over her eyes to squint at the signs. They displayed a motley combination of symbols and characters, advertising food, drink, games, entertainment. Between the darkness and her unfamiliarity with the city, she could only make out one in every four marquees.

More noticeable than the signs, though, were