Confessions of a Dangerous Doll

[Hmm72]

Welcome to my Advent Calendar. I’m kicking off December with velvet, stockings, and a smile that might get you into trouble.


Santa said I could be on the “nice” list this year…
but then I put this on.
The fur trim tickles my thighs whenever I shift my weight—
soft, warm, just a little naughty.
My heels plant wide on the floor, and I let you look…
really look.


December isn’t ready for me.
But you are.

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The trim brushes my skin every time I breathe.
Soft. Warm. A little dangerous.
Let’s unwrap December slowly.

I sure as hell hope I’m on your nice list

 

[SevenMuse]

The fire wasn’t the hottest thing in the room tonight.
I curled up with a mug of cocoa and let the heat slide up my bare legs like a secret.
If you sit close enough…
you might get a taste before it cools.

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[SevenMuse]

I sure as hell hope I’m on your nice list

I like Nice & Naughty!

 

[Hmm72]

I like Nice & Naughty!

We can compliment each other naughty and nice

 

[SevenMuse]

WINTER FANTASY

“Winter Fantasy

Soft frost. Hot legs.

I don’t melt in the spotlight — I make the room melt for me.”

Snow fell in slow spirals around Molly, sticking to her hair like glitter someone whispered on her name. She didn’t shiver. She didn’t even pretend to.

The white satin slip hugged her hips like it was made for mischief, and the fur coat draped off her shoulders in a way that said she knew exactly what the world saw — and she wasn’t about to hide it.

A light breeze kicked up, catching the hem of her dress and teasing it against her thighs.

She looked up, eyes half-lidded, almost daring winter to try again.

“A little colder,” she murmured to nobody, “I can take it.”

The snowflakes melted before they reached her skin.

Because some girls radiate warmth.

Molly radiated something else entirely:

a kind of heat meant to be followed, chased, worshiped.

And in the glow of soft white lights, surrounded by the hush of falling snow, she smiled —

because she knew this wasn’t a fantasy.

This was her element.

Her season.

Her world to melt.

Full set + extra poses dropping soon.

Stay warm. Or don’t.

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[SevenMuse]

I might MIGHT let you link the frosting! This is why I am the naughty list.Don’t blame Santa — I earned this spot fair and square.Daily countdowns just look better this way. If Santa asks…I didn’t behave.At all. Yes, the frosting letters are real.No, you can’t lick them… #PinupDollyMolly #Christmas #NaughtyList
She crawled forward just enough for the mattress to dip under her knees, the little red straps of her lingerie tightening over her hips.
“Come count the days with me,” she said, looking over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded.
“Slowly.
One finger at a time.”


The Christmas lights flickered.
Her smile didn’t.
And that’s when you realized—
you weren’t checking how many days were left.
You were counting how many you could survive.

 

[SevenMuse]

“The Naughty List”​

Molly knew exactly what she was doing when she crawled onto the bed in her red lingerie, Santa hat tilted just enough to disguise the smirk in her eyes. The garlands glowed warm behind her, casting soft Christmas light over the curve of her back as she arched slowly—deliberately—until the number on her cheeky little countdown came into view.


She glanced over her shoulder, lashes low, lips teasing at the corner.
“You wanted to know how many days were left until Christmas?” she purred.
Her voice was silk and sugar… the dangerous kind.


She shifted her knees apart on the blanket, the red straps on her hips catching the light as she dipped her back just a little more—like she was presenting the answer, wrapped and delivered.


“Count,” she whispered.
Not like a request.
Like an invitation.


Snowflakes glittered against the window. A faint jingle echoed somewhere in the house. But all you could see was the sway of her, the playful wiggle of her hips, the way she tilted just enough to make you wonder if she practiced this in the mirror first.


Her smile deepened.
“Oh… and careful,” she added softly, “every time you lose track… I move.”


And then she did.
Just enough to make you forget numbers entirely.


Because Molly wasn’t on the Naughty List.
She was the Naughty List…
and she looked back at you like she planned to keep you on it until Christmas morning.

 

[SevenMuse]

She stepped into the room lit only by the Christmas tree and the soft glow of candles.
White satin hugged every curve, lace stockings whispering up her thighs as she sat on the couch.
She tugged the Santa hat lower, hiding a smile.
He thought she looked innocent in white…
but he hadn’t seen what she had planned for him next.”