Halloween has always been my favorite night of the year — the one night I can let my darkest desires show through the lace, the lipstick, and the soft click of my heels on the hallway floor. The house is quiet… and Mommy finally gets to play.
Candles flicker across my curves, shadows dancing along my black silk robe that never seems to stay tied. I catch myself smirking in the mirror — dark hair flowing over my shoulders, lips tinted blood red, every part of me whispering temptation. There’s a thrill in knowing I’m the kind of woman who doesn’t need a costume to be dangerous. I’m already every fantasy you’re too shy to admit.
Outside, the wind howls. Inside, I’m thinking about all the tricks I could teach… and the treats only good boys deserve. Maybe it’s the full moon, or maybe it’s just the way Halloween makes me feel powerful, wicked, and completely irresistible. I love the way you look at me — half scared, half desperate — like you’d do anything if I just curled one finger and said, “Come here.”
You know I always get what I want.
So tell me…
Are you brave enough to knock on Mommy Rachel’s door tonight?
To step inside, where the pumpkin lights glow, the rules disappear, and I decide exactly how naughty you’re allowed to be?
Don’t be shy, baby. Halloween is for sinners…
and Mommy’s waiting.