Confessions of a Dangerous Doll

[SevenMuse]

Confessions of a Dangerous Doll: Tease Me Tuesday​

Tuesdays are dangerous.
Not because of anything serious—no big deadlines or disasters. But because by Tuesday, I’m already restless. My body aches to move, to strip, to feel eyes locked on me. Monday I can pretend to be good. By Tuesday? The fantasy takes over.


So I slip into something small… red lace, or maybe just a bikini top and that white skirt that barely counts as clothing. I know what I’m doing. My heels click against the pavement or balcony floor, and I can feel the stares before I even open my mouth.


That’s what I love about Tuesdays—they’re the perfect excuse to tease.
A flash of skin while I’m leaning into the car trunk, pretending to look for something. A little bend forward so the curve of my ass peeks from under my skirt. A smirk when I catch someone watching and don’t bother to cover myself.


I live for that tension.
That pulse of “does she know?” — when of course I do. I’m an exhibitionist, unapologetic, a stripper who doesn’t need the stage to strip. Tuesday is when I remind you that I don’t wait for the weekend to be your fantasy. I am the fantasy, every single day.


By the time the sun goes down, I’m already naked in my head—imagining your hands, your eyes, your breath on me. Tuesday isn’t just Titty Tuesday. It’s Tease Me Tuesday. The day I draw the line, make you chase, then blur it all over again until you can’t tell if I’m about to walk away… or pull you in closer.


The truth? I’ll always choose both.
Because what’s more dangerous than a girl who knows exactly how much to give… and how much to keep just out of reach?


Signed,
Seven After Dark
Your Dangerous Doll

 

[SevenMuse]

Confessions of a Dangerous Doll: Tease Me Tuesday​

Tuesday starts with temptation.
The balcony doors are open, the morning air is cool against my bare skin, and I’ve thrown on nothing but a white shirt and panties. It’s not an accident. I want the neighbors—or anyone passing by below—to wonder if they saw what they think they did. My tits spilling from the shirt, nipples hard against the fabric, my hand lazily tugging at the elastic of my panties like I might slip them off. That’s how I like to start a Tuesday: with a tease.


By midday, the sun is high and so am I.
Out on the rooftop, the mountains behind me, I play the good girl in a tiny skirt and black top. But every step, every pose, every glance dares you to think about what’s underneath. Tuesdays are for games, after all, and I’m very good at pretending innocence while flashing just enough to make you ache.


Then the evening hits, and it’s time to get serious.
Black lace clings to me, hugging every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination but everything to the fantasy. Stockings up to my thighs, plunging neckline that threatens to fall open with every breath—I don’t need to speak a word. The lingerie says it all. Dangerous. Seductive. Unstoppable.


Finally, night falls, and I strip it down in the studio.
Just me on a stool, a black backdrop, and the hunger in my eyes. Lace panties, lace bra, no distractions. I spread my thighs, run my hands over my body, and give you the show you’ve been waiting for since sunrise. Tuesday ends the way it began—me in control, teasing, tempting, and daring you to want more.


Because that’s what Tease Me Tuesday is about.
It’s not just Titty Tuesday, not just lingerie or sunshine or lace. It’s me, all day, living in your head. Every look, every pose, every smirk, pulling you deeper into my fantasy until you forget what day it even is.


Signed,
Seven After Dark
Your Dangerous Doll

 

[SevenMuse]

Confessions of a Dangerous Doll: The Private Stripper​

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Part 1 — The Dance (Anticipation & Tease)​

The hotel room glows in golden light, the bass of a sultry song thrumming through the air. You’re seated, waiting.


Then I appear—heels clicking, plaid mini skirt hugging my hips, blouse tied loose at the waist, garters pulling tight against my thighs. My eyes lock on yours, lips painted red and wicked.


“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”


I move with the music, hips circling, fingers tracing over lace and skin. I straddle your lap but don’t touch—hovering, letting the heat between us rise until it’s unbearable.


I kiss you once. Soft, deep, perfect—then pull away with a smirk.


“Sit back,” I purr. “I’m just getting started.”

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Part 2 — The Strip (Escalation)​

The music deepens, heavy and slow. I rise to my feet, body rolling like a wave as I reach for my blouse. One button at a time, I undo it—not in a rush, but deliberate, watching your eyes drink me in.


The blouse slips off my shoulders, revealing lace that clings to my curves. I twirl, skirt lifting just enough to flash the thong beneath. The garter straps strain as I bend, arching for your view.


My hands run over my own skin, pulling the skirt higher, inch by inch, until there’s nothing left to hide.


I kneel between your legs, nails grazing up your thighs, my smile pure sin.


“You like watching,” I whisper, “but touching costs extra.”

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Part 3 — The Fantasy (The Payoff)​

By now, the music owns me. I climb onto your lap, this time pressing down, grinding slow and steady as my hair falls around us. My lips drag across your neck, my nails digging just enough to make you gasp.


The plaid skirt is gone. The blouse is gone. Only lace, garters, and heels remain as I move like the fantasy you paid for.


But it’s not just a show anymore. The way I kiss you, the way I grind, the way I let your heat mix with mine—it’s raw, unfiltered, dangerous.


“You don’t just get a private stripper,” I breathe against your ear. “You get me. All of me. Until the music stops.”


The lights dim, the bass grows louder, and my body never stops moving. Your own personal stripper fantasy has only just begun—and I’m the Dangerous Doll who will ruin you for anyone else.

 

[SevenMuse]

Confessions of a Dangerous Doll​

The Things I Do on Away Shoots — Pike National Forest Edition


The things I do on away photo shoots… LOL. You’d think it was all posing and pretty lights. But out in Pike National Forest, with the fire crackling and shadows dancing, I couldn’t resist turning it into something more dangerous.


That tiny red bikini was a setup from the start. A bow in the front that didn’t stand a chance. I sat down by the campfire, leaned back, and gave the knot a little tug. Just like that, I was topless, laughing at the gasps, pretending to cover up while letting everyone stare.


But teasing wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel the wild air on my skin, to let the forest see me as much as the camera did. Strings slipped lower, hips rolling against the log I was sitting on, and before long I was naked in the firelight. A sexy nymph caught between heat and shadow, dripping with sweat and desire.


I don’t know what turned me on more—knowing the camera was clicking, or wondering if anyone else camping nearby could hear me moan. Either way, it wasn’t long before I was being touched, kissed, pressed against rough bark, fucked like the forest had claimed me.


That’s the thing about away shoots. You never really know if you’re going home with pretty pictures… or a dirty story you’ll never forget.

 

[hugh_jarce69]

Your writing is as beautiful & irresistible as you are

 

[SevenMuse]

Confessions of a Dangerous Doll – Pumpkin Patch Edition​

“I went wandering through the autumn woods today, chasing fallen leaves and cool breezes… and stumbled upon the perfect pumpkin.


Somewhere between carrying it over my shoulder and feeling the sun on my skin, most of my clothes mysteriously disappeared. Oops.


Now it’s just me, a pumpkin, and a little bit of lace — Mother Nature’s idea of a Halloween costume. Do you mind? Or do you like your treats with a little trick inside?”


#SevenAfterDark #PumpkinSpiceAndEverythingNice #TrickOrTease #FallFantasy #ConfessionsOfADangerousDoll

 

[hugh_jarce69]

would love a little trick inside my treat