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Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been drawn to the creepy and weird. The spooky and unsettling. The deplorable and taboo.
I’m offended by the sentiment. People use ‘pussy’ like it’s a weak thing. Everyone knows balls are way more sensitive, and pussies can take a good pounding any day of the week. And in this case, my date was one hundred percent testicle.”
“Hey Mason Miller, why are you so nervous to talk to me?” “Have you seen yourself, Jenna Laing?”
“I guess I’m asking, are you a nice guy or a sick fuck?” He traces his finger down the column of my throat. “Heaven forbid a man wants to be both.”
“I swear to God, Mason, if I find out you’re actually a ghost and this is some sort of sexy Casper situation, I’ll be so pissed off.”
“I want to design a custom experience for you. Strictly one-on-one.” Her face twists through various expressions before landing on confused. “You want to haunt me alone?” “Something like that. On Halloween night, you’ll come up here, and we’ll play a game. Think of it like Trick or Treat, the after-dark version.”
“I want to scare the fuck out of you, Jenna. And then I want to fuck the scared out of you.”
“So what’s the verdict?” I ask. “I think you’re my dream girl, Jenna Laing.”
“I’m sure I’ll manage, but if I get into an accident and paramedics see me half-naked, I’ll ask them to put me out of my misery right there. And I will absolutely haunt you from the afterlife.” “Haunted by a ghost with a hot, bare cunt? I think I’ve seen that porno.”
“Okay, well…” I trail off. I’ve got nowhere to be, but I know he needs to start work. “Happy haunting, I guess.” “Happy fingering yourself into oblivion the second you get home.”
“We are working on the hypothesis that the patient is a cock-hungry whore. Recommended treatment is a rapid course of exposure therapy that we hope will cure her of this terrible sickness.”
“Safeword, Jenna?” “Green, motherfucker,” she yells back at me, her middle finger held up over her shoulder.
“Come on, Jenna. You can do better than that. Scream for me. Let it all out, you needy fucking whore.”
Why the fuck did I say yes to condoms? I want him to fill me with cum until it leaks out between us. Want him to push it back inside me. Want to feel it seeping out of me for the rest of the night. Want him to lap it up and dribble it into my mouth.
“Well, Halloween is over. No more haunting, no more demons, but this…” he slips his hand underneath my t-shirt and squeezes my hip. “This feels like it could be an all year round kind of thing. If that’s something you’d be interested in?”
