She'll hit on you hard at the Halloween party. Come out of the shadows while you're on the back porch smoking a cigarette to get away from the seething mass of social anxiety dressed up like skin-tight satin devils or hand-painted cardboard sandwiches. (The sandwich was pretty cute though, especially when she smiled at you from behind the lettuce.)
She'll ask you for a drag. Touch the filter with the tip of her tongue before putting it to her shiny wet lips. She'll exhale a slithering coil of smoke that snakes around your waist, around your arms, between your legs.
She'll whisper your name, though you don't remember telling it to her. She'll murmur in your ear how she wants to tie you up and bite you. Make you rock hard. Erection, you think, but no, it's rigor mortis she's got in mind.
This is my Halloween entry for the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
Give it a try. Rigor mortis can be fun with the right person.
CrowTube Channel
Crowstagram
NFT Crowroom
A percentage of this post's rewards goes back to support the community.
All the stuff (pictures, words, etc.) I put in this post and any of my other posts is mine (unless otherwise stated) and can't be used by anyone else unless I say it's ok. But it's not ok. I don't consent. In fact, I'm going back inside to try my luck with the sandwich. You can go ahead and kill that cigarette, bitch, cuz you're not killing me tonight.