My Freaky Halloween
Are you a Halloween freak like me? Not in an enthusiastic manner; but, freak meaning Halloween is the day that I look forward to being seductive, flirty, raunchy, and everything else that will lead me to good sex at the end of the night. You’ll never catch me in a conventional “cute” costume on Halloween. Nope, I’m always sexy and hunting for sex.
On this particular Halloween Day, I was single and invited to a costume party at a mansion in Hollywood Hills. I was excited, because mansion parties are generally known for their horny- good looking attendees. This was the perfect environment to partake in my freaky Halloween shenanigans. But, little did I know it would also be the night I’d end up handcuffed, half-naked in the back of a police car with a stench of sex and marijuana.
But, first, let’s talk about my costume. I decided to be the lovely Tinker Bell. My blonde bun was flawless. My strapless green mini- dress was metallic and latex so it fit every curve just right. And, it was short enough to show the cusps of my cheeks (just how I wanted it.) I had no stockings on- I showed all of my legs. I had the glitter, well pixie dust, glistening off of my thighs and a pair of opalescent wings to match. I was a walking fantasy and radiating come f**k me vibes.
However, when I finished getting dressed I had a message from my friend Ashley bailing on me for the night. I then contemplated not going to the party. I wasn’t too familiar with anyone that would be there. However, I was all dressed up (which took about two hours) and honestly, I’d be way too horny sitting at home thinking about the sex I could be having. So, I decided to save myself from the horny agony and take my chance of attending the party alone.
When I arrived at the party, of course, all eyes were on this black, sexy Tinker Bell lady. There were several hot and drunk men asking me for a dance at first glance. I was glad I came. The host of the party was very hospitable too, I didn’t feel awkward at all not knowing anyone. About an hour into the party a gentleman dressed as a police officer decided to creep up behind me and ask for a dance. He smelled great and his pick-up line made me chuckle. So, I gave him a lap dance.
He wanted more and from what I was feeling under his pants- I did too. We found our way into a study room and he bent me over on the desk. Tinker Bell had officially become the p**sy fairy. He’d never had ass cheeks clapping on his dick while he stroked from behind. I could tell because as soon as I started making them clap, he came. I needed more.
I drove us to his place. On the ride over I explained to him my yearly Halloween sex. He loved it and as soon as we arrived at his house he arrested Tinker Bell for being too sexy. I was thrown on the bed and handcuffed to the bedpost. Two thoughts rushed to my head. One, I’ve experienced handcuffs in the bedroom before and I noticed that these handcuffs were quite heavy and more secure. Two, I deeply hoped that allowing a stranger to handcuff me in their apartment wouldn’t turn out to be a huge mistake. Those thoughts lasted for maybe five seconds because as soon as the handcuffs locked he started nibbling and sucking on my nipples. Whatever he was doing sparked a phenomenal sensation for me. He then headed right down between my thighs and remained there for at least an hour. The orgasms came flowing and so did my lady showers. The sheets were soaked. This was the Halloween sex I was looking forward to.
I’ll be honest though, I was a little embarrassed at my screams. I was loud, and screaming for mercy. This sex was beyond tantalizing. Once we tapped out I was ready to leave with the little bit of dignity I had left. I gathered my things to head out. He was fine with it and let me know he’d be more than happy to hook up again.
I hopped in my car, ready to hurry home to shower and the car wouldn’t start. My engine would not make a sound. I heard one “click” and that was it. I called a few friends, and no one answered. It was 3 am so my next thought was to just call an Uber. This was my first year in Los Angeles on Halloween night, therefore I was unaware of the ridiculous surge charges for rideshares on this holiday. I thought Uber was playing a prank when I opened the app. No way a six-mile ride could be $125- no fucking way! But, it was true and apparently normal. So, there I was in a Tinker Bell costume stranded in front of a house where I just had freaky sex with a stranger. Ugh, I wanted to get home badly.
What would you do next? Yes, I thought about knocking on his door. But I just needed more time to digress this situation. I decided to grab the blunt I had in my purse and take a smoke break to keep me from crying.
I swear I had only been smoking for about five minutes when I suddenly had a bright light beaming in my car, a police badge on my window, and somebody yelling for me to roll down the window. The light was so bright I couldn’t tell who it was- but the voice sounded very familiar. It was Mr. Freaky Police Officer (I can’t remember his name by the way.) He was actually a real police officer and currently yelling at me to step out of the car with my hands in the air. WTF!?
Don’t worry, I knew my rights. I rolled down the window and refused to get out. He told me his neighbors were complaining about someone smoking marijuana outside. We bickered back and forth for a while. I could not believe someone complained on me that quickly. If anything, they should’ve been complaining about how loud I was screaming in his bedroom.
He asked me to leave from the neighborhood and I told him I couldn’t unless he gave me a ride. He drove me home in his police car and made me sit in the back ...
When we arrived at my place, he apologized for the unnecessary behavior of flashing lights and yelling. He claimed he had to do his job. “Was fucking Tinker Bell on duty part of your job as well?” I asked. He then asked to talk more in my place… and I let him come in. But, this time he was the one handcuffed and punished.
