Boys always say I’m their “sweet blonde college girlfriend”… but tonight? I’m your Halloween temptation. I’m sitting on my bed in thigh-high socks, black lace peeking out from under my little orange dress, pumpkin lights glowing against my skin. I should be studying for midterms, but instead, I’m thinking about you. The way you’d look if you were here, the things you’d whisper, the way you’d touch me—slow, careful… or maybe you’d forget to be careful at all.
Outside, the wind is howling, leaves are tapping my window, and my dorm room feels too quiet. I want trouble. I want to be a bad girl tonight. I want to sneak you in after midnight, smudge my lipstick all over your neck, press you against the wall while I giggle softly and ask if you’re scared of me… or turned on.
I’d crawl into your lap and whisper wicked little Halloween secrets—how I’ve been so good all semester, how no one knows how filthy my mind gets when the lights go down and my lips find your skin. I’d tell you I want to be your favorite sin. Your pretty blonde doll in devil horns, with glitter on her thighs and a dirty smile made just for you.
So tell me—am I your treat tonight? Or are you brave enough to take a bite of your trick?
Come closer. My candy isn’t the only thing that’s sweet.