Unlocking My Private Locker: The Raw Halloween Night I Let Go
In my bedroom, late at night. Heart pounding. I unlock my private locker. The mental vault where I hide the filthiest truth. That Halloween. The one with Flo, Rose, and my dog. But deeper. The desire I unleashed. I’ve never told. Adrenaline surges now. Sharing it with you. Feels electric. Dangerous.
Flo, Rose, me. Bumped into each other downtown. Shopping bags heavy. Coffee at FNAC bistro. Gossip flows. Flo drops the bomb. Loves Odile. Not lesbian, she swears. We smirk. Half-coming out. Funny. October 15th. Window view. Flo suggests Halloween bash. Laugh. My dog’s birthday. Halloween. Ten years. Nightmare pup. Hates everyone but me. Rose jumps in. Invites. Costumes. Pumpkin soup. Spider webs.
Opening the Floodgates
Two weeks. Chaos. Rent vaulted cellar. Medieval holes. Gushers. Virtual invites fly. Hundred turn to 120. Flo drags Odile. Hallogouine pun. Flo fumes. I call Daniel, old pal. Deco magic. Cheap caterer. Soup, bread, cheese.
Cellar perfect. Three rooms. Candles in bleeding skulls. Daniel’s webs glow. Pumpkins outside on stakes. Epic scarecrows.
Costumes. Mix Fates and Graeae. One eye, one tooth. Cut life threads. Hilarious. Masks on. Ready.
Oscar first. Gay lawyer friend. Drag queen. Fifteen cm heels. Glitter sandals. Heavy makeup. Out loud. Philippe as leather Freddy Mercury. Effeminate flair. Odile, Grim Reaper, whispers Hallogouine. Hugs fuming Flo.
The Intense Release
Party explodes. Dance. Drink. Sweat. Bodies grind. Anonymous masks. Carne levare hits me. Pre-Lent frenzy. Lascivious hips. Heat rises. My cunt throbs. Watching. Detached. Thinking dog. Bouvier bernois. Shelter rescue. Fluffy pup. Grew massive. Clingy. Hates world. Eyes beg approval. Trainer said: He’s master. You his pack.
Rose hands phone. Forgot it. Thirteen missed calls. Daughter texts. Halloween collapsed. Garden to floor. Legs splayed. Panting. Pain.
No. Not yet. Desire peaks. Bodies slick. I grab Daniel. Corner shadows. Webs drape. ‘Fuck me,’ I hiss. Eyes lock. He nods. Rough. Urgent. Pants down. His cock hard. Thick. Veins pulse. I hike skirt. No panties. Wet already. Dripping. He slams in. Raw. No condom. Stretch burns sweet. Thrusts brutal. Hip slap echoes faint. Sweat mixes. His breath hot neck. Grunt low. My nails dig back. Clit grinds palm. Build fast. Tension coils. Cave smells musk. Cum. Walls clench. He floods me. Hot spurts deep. Legs shake. Pull out. Drip down thigh.
Satisfaction hits. Light. Free. Glow inside. Lock clicks shut. Secret safe. Then phone reality. Rush out. Parque mask. One-eyed. Blanket carry massive dog. Vet guard. He fights. Howls pain. Muzzle on. Exam. Spinal embolism. Won’t walk. Agony. Ten today. Bargain. Plead. No. Hold head. Stroke fur. Soft. Warm. Fading. Shot. Gone.
Home. Bed. Crush guilt. Sleep? Weight crushes chest. Open eyes. Halloween sprawls. Heavy. Panting. Fetor breath. Push. Habit. Then remember. Dead. Panic shove. ‘Go, boy.’ Air lifts. Gone. Relief floods. Locker sealed. Spirit light. Secret out now. Yours.
