Halloween has always been my favorite night of every year — It is One night I can let my darkest desires show through lace, lipstick, and soft clicks of my heels on a hallway floor. 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 my 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 a kind of woman who doesn’t need a costume to be dangerous. I’m already every fantasy you’re too shy to admit.
Outside, wind howls. Inside, I’m thinking about all kinds of tricks I could teach… and treats only good boys deserve. Maybe it’s a full moon, or maybe it’s just how Halloween makes me feel powerful, wicked, and completely irresistible. I love how 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 pumpkin lights glow, 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.