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Now that you’ve read Ms. Delia’s delightful tale of hidden desires, I also have a haunted house saga to share. As this is my inaugural Halloween Blog Train, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect – but I’ve been loving the ladies’ posts so far and I hope I keep this train running smoothly! And this being my favorite holiday made me extra excited to spin a story for you about sex, control, and a very special (and spooky) experience.

Please enjoy this naughty narrative about things that go bump BANG in the night…


It was a dark and stormy night…no, that’s not right. It was a dark and STEAMY night. October had been unseasonably warm so far, but this night – Halloween night – had been as hot and humid as a midsummer afternoon. You dressed modestly in a simple cowboy costume, your usual go-to for the occasion because adding a hat to jeans and a flannel was much easier than trying to choose an outfit at the Halloween shop. But now, wandering through this sea of scantily-clad witches and superheroes, you wonder if you should have opted for something that covered less and revealed more.

The party is in full swing as you push through the crowd, trying to find a spot to stand and people watch. You had received a mysterious invitation to this housewarming/Halloween celebration and your curiosity was piqued. For years this mansion had sat abandoned at the end of the street; you didn’t even realize it was being renovated until the card arrived in your mailbox a couple days ago. The desire to see inside the home, along with the possibility of finding a willing woman to fuck, were too tempting to resist.

Just then, a beautiful blonde dressed as an angel brushed up against you, her blue eyes sparkling behind fluttering lashes. “Hello sexy,” she said. “Mmmm, I love cowboys…”

Your cock twitches. This is what you had come for, this is what you needed: a gorgeous woman to FUCK. Her perfect curves pressed up against you as she licked her glossy lips. You smile down at her and ask, “You want to ride a cowboy?”

She smiles and bites her lip. “Meet me upstairs. End of the hallway, last room on the left.” The she slipped quickly away into the crowd.

You waste no time rushing up the stairs. It had been weeks without sex and you were desperate to get your dick serviced. Jerking off just wasn’t as satisfying as pounding a tight, wet pussy. You can’t believe your luck – you’d barely been at the party five minutes before catching the attention of the sexiest, horniest woman there and now you were heading upstairs to fuck her brains out.

This is it: the last door on the left. You open the big, heavy wooden door and step inside. The bedroom is something out of a gothic novel – the king-size bed draped in black satin, dozens of lit candles illuminating the room, and the other-wordly angel smiling at you from the foot of the bed. “Hey cowboy,” she said softly. “Ready to play?”

YES!! your mind screams…but you don’t want her to know how eager you are, don’t want to give her that kind of power. YOU are the man here, YOU are in control. You take a step towards her but she holds up her hand. “You know what gets me really hot, cowboy? Watching you strip for me.”

You hesitate, not wanting to put yourself in the vulnerable position of standing naked in front of a beautiful, fully clothed woman. But one look in those enchanting blue eyes and any uncertainty slips away. Your cock is THROBBING for this woman. You throw your hat on the bed, kicking off your boots while you unbutton your flannel shirt. As instructed, you remove every item of clothing until you are standing nude & erect before her.

She stares down hungrily at your cock and takes your hand, pulling you over to the bed. “You’re about to have the best fuck of your life, cowboy…but you have to give me the reins. I’m in control. You’re okay with that, right?”

YES!! you agree silently, nodding. You’ll agree to anything when your cock is this hard.

The angel smiles at you. “Good. You are MINE now. And you’re going to get FUCKED.”

Her smile turns from sweet and seductive to…sadistic? That’s when you look down and see it – her strap-on! How had you missed that under her sheer white costume?? It was HUGE!

“On the bed,” she commands, pointing at the mattress. You suddenly realize how tall the bed is, the perfect height for you to bend over. You assume the position, feet on floor, arms spread out flat, your face laid down on that black satin duvet. The angel pushes your legs apart and you feel her rubbing the head of her strap-on – her COCK – against your hole. She leans over and whispers in your ear, “Hey cowboy…tonight YOU are gonna have your pussy pounded.”

With that, you feel the angel penetrate your tight hole. She is steady, gentle even, but she doesn’t stop even as you beg. Once inside she begins slowing pumping inside you, deep dicking you the way you had done to so many women in the past. She’s moving at her own pace, for her own pleasure – not caring about yours. She’s using you as a toy!

Harder, faster, harder, faster…and then her moans reached their final crescendo. Moments later, she withdraws from you and orders you to stand. “Get dressed, cowboy. Time for you to go.”

You want to argue – you didn’t get to cum! But her smile has faded and you obey, quickly dressing and stuffing your hard cock back into your jeans. Once fully dressed, hat on, you rush out the door. She had used you and discarded you like an object – and you were so weak and pathetic that you allowed it to happen. You felt emasculated and humiliated and you just wanted to run away.

You push through the crowd of partygoers, quickly escaping through the foyer and down the front walk to the gate. Once out on the street you realize how black the night has become. Then you turn to look back at the fully lit-up, renovated mansion you had just escaped…

DARKNESS. A broken gate guarded the uninhabited, overgrown house. Only moonlight illuminated the abandoned building. No lights, no costumed partygoers, no music…nothing.

You look up to a broken second-floor window and see the shimmering white image of…a ghost? An angel? Or both? A soft, feminine laugh echoed through the night air and faded to nothing as you quickly run home, vowing to never accept another mysterious invitation again.


Now you know that the things that go bump in the night can also bang you in the night…and if you enjoy ghosts getting their groove on, I know you’ll love Ms. Harper’s Halloween hijinks.

It’s been a pleasure having you here…happy haunting. πŸ˜‰

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