A Sexy Halloween Story

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Happy Halloween My Little Goblins,

A few weeks ago I wrote this fetching little tale for my entry in Tess’s Wicked Wednesday blog. If you enjoy mysterious erotica sex stories, she’s your hook up. Check her out at https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/99069366

In the spirit of Halloween I thought I would share with you my first short story I’ve written. I mentioned earlier in the week that I might dabble in the sex blogging once a week so here’s the first one for you Trick Or Treaters.

Carried Away In The Big Easy

One of the Partners at the firm invited me to his Halloween party. Rarely had I been out in the last two years since I was trying to prove myself. I was the youngest attorney and had just won my eleventh case. Cause for celebration don’t you think? The party was going to be one of a kind. He had rented out an old funeral home and was having an open bar with an incredible DJ spinning some serious beats.

Now, what will my costume be?

A Witch? A Devil? Or A Maid?

I needed something unusual and something that would hide my identity. This was just in case I wanted to prowl around and get into something out of the ordinary.

That’s it! CAT WOMAN! Yes! Why not show off my curves tonight. Let’s face it, I’m blonde, blue eyed, 5’9”, 129 lbs, nice rack, hour glass is in check. Purrrrfect!

The night had arrived and I was beyond ready. I must say I looked incredible. My full lips were shimmering with my favorite lollipop red lipstick. Although I was wearing the mask I decided to wear my hair down. Why not show off the blonde locks since every single day I wear it up in a messy bun. I wanted to be someone other than Poppy tonight. I wanted to be someone reckless and daring.

The leather felt righteous against my skin. This costume really showed off my hips and my tits. The thigh high platform boots made me feel superior. The limo picked me up and off I went. As I entered the party a Lurch greeted me with a glass of champagne on a tray. Oh! How I love the bubbly. It always makes me feel kittenish. I walk over to the bar where I see Luke Skywalker AKA “The Partner” that is throwing this magnificent Halloween party. I might need to check out Star Wars because Luke was killin’ it. I know, where have I been to have never seen Star Wars?

Honestly, “The Partner” and I really don’t know each other well at all. He knows nothing about me personally. He makes eye contact with me and asks “Would you like another drink?”

I’m shaking in my boots at this point and wondering does he recognize me? In a fake Jersey accent I quickly reply “Of course I would love another drink.” (Note: I was in drama club in High School and had it perfected)

He orders me a Tombstone Tea. He leans into my ear and whispers “It’s refreshing but will put a spell on you.”

Is he hitting on me? Well, this could be the dare that I’m looking for this evening. Yes! Winning!

I’ve never noticed how green his eyes are. He has this extremely deep voice and even with these kick ass boots I’m wearing he’s still towering me. He introduces himself and I stretch out my hand introducing myself as Finn, a girl that came with a date that I can’t find and how I’m really not “feeling it” and how I’m trying to ditch this guy. He assures me that he can help with that. Hmmm… Oh really?

After three tombstone teas and four glasses of champagne I find myself arm and arm with “The Partner” walking down Frenchmen Street passing the bars and giggling at whatever he’s saying in my ear.

He stops abruptly and says “I’m going to take you to one of my favorite haunts.” We take a turn down a dark alley and just a few feet away I see a wrought iron archway. There’s a sign but it’s dark and my vision is blurry at this point. I’m feeling fantastical and will go wherever “The Partner” wants to take me.

As we enter the gate he suddenly scoops me up like a child and carries me. “I wouldn’t want you to stumble and hurt yourself in those boots Finn. This cobblestone is broken in some spots.” I could get used to this…I put my arms around his neck and within just a few steps I realize we’re in a cemetery. The full moon is shining on the graves as if covered in glitter. This is nightmarish but also enchanting.

He carries me up a couple of steps and gently puts me down while he opens this shrill sounding door. He grabs my hand and pulls me into this tiny little dark room. He suddenly grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head back and begins kissing my neck. I immediately get chills up my spine. He then lifts me up onto his waist and I wrap my legs around him as he walks me over to something behind me and props me up on it. His kisses are hard and wet.

He’s drinking me in. He tastes like caramel and whiskey. His tongue is delicious and wanting.

My mind says Stop – Don’t do this. I kept thinking, this is “The Partner” at my firm and I really shouldn’t be making out with him. Truth was, I wanted him badly. His lips were full like mine. He bit my bottom lip and the blood tasted so sweet. God, this man was fucking hot.

He picks me up off of whatever I was propped up on and flips me around facing the wall and I put my hands on something to hold myself up and realize it’s a casket. What the fuck? Oh my god, this is fucking incredible. I’m about to fuck “The Partner” in a crypt. As he unzips my cat suit and rips it down to my knees the anticipation of him touching me is beyond intoxicating. I’m wearing no panties or bra. All access approved!

He put his arm around my waist to hold me in place and then began teasing my nipple with his fingers. He grabs my face and turns it towards his and starts kissing me again. His taste is addicting. Soon his tongue is licking my ear and he whispers “How bad do you want me to fuck you Finn?” Words couldn’t escape my mouth. I just whimpered under his grip. He took his knee and pushed my legs apart and brought his hand down to my clit. His fingers were melting me. My knees were weak and I held back on screaming his name.

He suddenly stopped and I heard his zipper come down and instantly he gained entry into my tight little passage. As he entered me he let out a rough low “Fuck.” He stood there not moving with that superb cock inside of me taunting me by standing still. I wanted him to fuck me until I collapsed but instead he was taking it all in, literally.

He whispered in that deep voice, “Are you ready Finn?” I was ready but also edgy, could I handle him? I loved the feeling of fullness in my narrow tunnel.

He grabbed my hips tight, pulled me backwards and then pushed my back to where my head was between my legs. I could see his knees at this point due to the moon glaring through the stained glass. I loved the way he was taking control over me, but I wanted more.

He knew how to take me and he knew how to make me beg. I finally had all I could take and I started grinding into him. He took me by surprise with this strength and fucked me hard and fast and with ill intention. Right when I was about to cum he pulled his cock out and pulled me up and turned me to face him. My mask was still on and he reached to take it off and I quickly got to my knees and licked and sucked his glorious shaft. He was growling and then pulled me up and looked me in the eyes and said “Just let me fuck you.”
The way he said it sounded like he couldn’t live without it.

He had to have it.

He picked me up and I put my legs around him and he did exactly that. He fucked me like I’d never been fucked before. Every time he would thrust I would bounce breathless. There was a connection between us. We were driven and consumed with each other. When I came with him it was the feeling of being upside down in a roller coaster. It was absolutely thrilling.

As he hailed a cab for me he hands me his card and asks “Can I see you again Finn?” As I slide into the cab and look up at him I wink and whisper “Maybe” and as the cab pulls away I sigh with my kittenish grin.

Monday Morning arrives and I’m going over my notes for my case. I hear a knock on my office door, “Come in”. A delivery guy has me sign for a long white box with a beautiful black bow. The card reads “Finn AKA Poppy, Please enjoy these beautiful red poppies. I have to see you again. Meet me in the lobby downstairs at 8 pm. Since you’ve never seen Star Wars I thought it was about time. Your Jersey accent was outstanding but I knew it was you all along.”

He sent me poppies? Really? No one has ever done that before. How did he know? “Fuck.”

Walk & Talk Like A Boss

Look. You can have negative thoughts about yourself all you want but not on my watch.

One of my very favorite quotes EVA is…..

~ If your not being treated with love and respect, check your “Price Tag” perhaps you have marked yourself down. It’s “you” who tells people what your worth by what you accept. Get off the”Clearance Rack” and get behind the glass where they keep all the VALUABLES.. Bottom line is…VALUE yourself! ~

Seriously, think about it for a minute will ya? Isn’t this so true? Do me a favor and copy and paste the above quote into your phone or wherever and look at it as often as you need to. Remind yourself that you are dazzling and extremely valuable.

Confidence is so fucking attractive! Not only is it attractive to the opposite sex but it’s attractive in everyday life. It’s insanely contagious. Others want what you’re having. You feel me?

Think about what you have to offer. What are the positive things about yourself that you like? Write them down if you want and drill it into your mind and pump yourself up. You have something to offer.

Is it Intelligence? Your Smile? Heart Of Gold? What about your wit? Maybe you have fabulous hair? Do you have a beautiful singing voice? Are you funny? There is something in each of us that we bring to the table and it’s dying to get out and be seen or heard.

When I say Walk & Talk Like A Boss, are you thinking “What the fuck? Who does that? How do I even do that? This sounds so stupid.”

Nope, it’s really not hard to do and it’s soooo not stupid. Transform your mentality and celebrate yourself. As corny as that sounds…think about it. You set the tone for how people see you.

It took me ages to get my confidence and swagger. Yeah, I said it, I’ve got swagger bitches. I really wish I had it when I was younger. I realized I had swagger when I was around 32 years old. I had finally accepted that I was curvy aka big boned (what they call me in the south) aka thick aka chunky and the list goes on.

I love myself, even the fat rolls. If someone doesn’t like it or appreciate it then that’s too damn bad. This is me and I’m not going to starve myself to look like the celebrities, models, and so on. I’m beautiful just the way that I am. Plus….I love to eat! If someone says they hate to eat, something is very wrong with them. Run! You don’t need that kind of negativity in your life whatsoever. Ha! Ha! Ha!

Accept who you are and get on this swagger train because it’s a thrilling ride that you’ll thoroughly benefit from. Choo! Choo!

I honestly think if you accept who you are, what you bring to the table, it will transform your life. Put that new shade of red lipstick on or fellas that new cologne and when you look in the mirror tomorrow morning give yourself that “Sup” nod like “How you doin?” and swag yourself right out the front door to work.

Move out of the way world because you’re bringing it!