Scary in Love

by Holly June Smith

I keep that thought to myself. Can’t expect a man to do something as groundbreaking as observe my body language on the first date. How silly of me.

“No,” he says. “We’re nobody special.” Er, speak for yourself, mate. I’m a bloody delight.

Your shoulders would make a great place for my legs

“Hey Mason Miller, why are you so nervous to talk to me?” “Have you seen yourself, Jenna Laing?”

“I want to scare the fuck out of you, Jenna. And then I want to fuck the scared out of you.”

Jaw. Dropped. Gahdamn.

I bet she would look so pretty with tears of pleasure running down her face.

“Haunted by a ghost with a hot, bare cunt? I think I’ve seen that porno.”

Holy shiiiiiiit.

“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.”

Their banter is top notch!

“Oh, don’t mind me, Mum and Dad. I’m just off to get my guts rearranged in a haunted house with a guy who’s into kinky roleplay. Don’t wait up!”

He grips my jaw, then angles my head to run his tongue from my chin to my temple. “Fuck, your tears taste good,” he moans. “You’re so pretty when you cry, baby.”

He holds me still with his big hands, and if I died right now, I’d die so fucking happy. Bent over an altar and full of cock.

What a fucking dream.

I was never going to be an actor, but as a child I often imagined myself spending my days in this creepy old mansion at the top of the hill. And with Mason Miller by my side, I’m right at home.

In our twilight years, Jenna and I shared the same fear. We never wanted to say goodbye, not to the house, or to each other. When we died just hours apart, we were surrounded by more love than most people would know in a lifetime.

Wait a gahdamn minute....