Hallowpeen

by Holly Wilde

If I were in charge of story time, everyone would be sharing adventures with masked men who give out hand necklaces and call you Princess.

“Have you ever had someone try to get you to spell ‘I-Cup’?”

“The Hallowpeen comes and jacks you off at night, refusing to leave until your peen is as hollow as his soul, muahahaha,”

“That’s not the only thing that worked tonight, Boo.”

“Are you hurt, Pumpkin?” The nickname makes me laugh, being called a pumpkin by an actual pumpkin is pretty amusing.

Somehow, what I thought was a trick is turning into a treat.

“Don’t you ever say that you belong to another, or I’ll show you just how thoroughly you belong to us.”

But, I’m currently in a Hallowpeen sandwich, all I can think about is how close their pumpkins are to my pie.

“Just because my guts have been ripped out doesn’t mean I can’t rearrange yours.”

"What's your name?" With a playful tone, he teases "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours, Boo."

"Are you seriously hitting on me right now, Hal?" "I'd hit that anytime, anyplace, Boo," he responds without missing a beat.

But all I want to do is get back in the middle of their pumpkin patch and have them plow my field deep into the night.

“Not a chance, Gourd-ous,” Gordy says while grabbing a set of matches from the mantel. As he crouches down to start a fire in the fireplace, he continues, “We’re holiday pumpkins. Our only job is to set the mood for the season, so what makes you think we wouldn’t set the mood for you too?”

I’ve always yearned to be plucked from reality and claimed by a sexy leading man like in the books I read, I just never dreamed big enough to envision it could be three guys claiming me in one night. Let alone those men being pumpkins, but honestly, who could have ever imagined such a thing?

“You feel good, but that doesn’t make you good for me,” I toss my answer over my shoulder.