The Enigma [18+]

eighteen

warning: mature content, voyeurism, exhibitionism

my haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets

October 31, 2003
|myra dalton|

Myra was an avid fan of Halloween and its festivities, but preferred watching horror movies at home while scarfing down on KitKat. She had outgrown the costumes and there wasn't much that could spook her, but her love for chocolate prevailed.

Being a homebody on Halloween night was second nature to her, but Dominic took it upon himself to change that.

"Rafael is hosting an... event."

"Event?"

"He has an exclusive club. A community, if you will, of like-minded people."

"Oh." Myra raised a brow as he stole a bite from her chocolate. "I'm going to need a little more information than that."

A private play party. Dominic explained the concept briefly to her, describing exactly what to expect. For the kink community, these play parties are safe havens to explore their fantasies. Unlike public spaces, the privacy of Rafael's space allows for more... Well, play.

Leading with curiosity and abandoning judgment, Myra decided to attend. Her interest was piqued, to say the least.

"Where is it?"

"New York City." Dominic reached behind him and produced two store-bought masquerade masks. "We'll be needing these."

Manhattan had a different scent, a different vibe altogether. She adored the city lights, but held onto Dominic a little tighter as they weaved in and out of crowded streets. Everyone was in costume; Demons, monsters, angels, and clowns. The night came alive with the sound of trick-or-treaters screaming in fright and their laughter.

Under cloudy skies, they walked through a busy town in one of the largest cities in the world. A place where they were truly and completely unrecognizable. In that way, Myra felt more inclined to show her affection. He did, too.

They held pinkies.

But, Halloween night had more in store.

Underneath her long coat, Myra wore a short black slip dress that Dominic handpicked himself. The sweetheart neckline complimented the sheer sleeves. He also gifted her with a cherry red mask that covered only the top half of her face, and it only made sense that her lipstick matched.

Dominic, on the other hand, wore a black mask. Matte, with gold embellishments. He wore comfortable slacks and a white button-down shirt, one that she was desperate to take off of him. He made it his sole purpose to tease and toy with her for the past 48-hours.

Needless to say, her every step was driven by anticipation.

Dominic seemed to know the town by heart, navigating with ease until he stopped in front of an old townhouse. Myra could just barely make out the loud music and flashing lights inside, violets and reds illuminating his right side.