Don't Run: A Halloween Short

by Shon

For my quiet ones with wild imaginations

Have you ever fantasized about being chased through the woods by a masked man before being bent over and fucked until your legs give out?

Once I realized how gone I was off a man whose “roommate” was his mama, I had to put myself in timeout.

I want to be fucked so good my legs don’t work after. I want to come so hard I forget how long it’s been since something other than silicone has been between my legs.

The idea of using a man for exactly what he’s good for with the added bonus of anonymity just does it for me.

“I wanna hunt your pretty ass and make you come until you tell me to stop.”

“I want you to run from me. The only rule is that when I catch you, I get to give you an orgasm for every minute I spent looking for you.”

Somewhere on the other side of town, my grandma lifted me up in prayer before she went to bed tonight, and here I am, letting a stranger chase me in the dark with the promise of orgasms.

I’m getting fucked in a graveyard by a stranger. I’m getting fucked in a graveyard by a stranger whose face I’ve never seen. I’m getting fucked in a graveyard by a stranger whose name I don’t know. And it feels like bliss.

She might get different dick, but it’ll never be better dick. And I know that for a fact.