One Shots

Trick your treat

Grayson let out a deep sigh as he heard the doorbell chime. It was Halloween night, and he knew he was running dangerously low on Snickers. With kids constantly swarming his doorstep for their sugar fix, he couldn't afford to run out of the popular chocolate bars. He attempted to ration them out into equal servings, but the kids always seemed to take more than their share.

As he made his way to the front door, he could feel his anxiety building up. However, the moment he opened the door, his breath caught in his throat. Standing before him was a sight he never expected to see.

"Trick or treat," Kayla, dressed in a seductive witch costume, grinned mischievously as she spoke. Despite their casual and undefined relationship, Grayson couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement whenever she came over. Living in close proximity to each other, she would occasionally drop by, making their encounters all the more enticing. Their time together consisted of hanging out and then fucking each other senselessly. He enjoyed her company, and their nights together were filled with pleasure.

Despite still grieving the loss of his wife, who had passed away a couple of years ago, Grayson found solace in the company of the woman standing before him in ways he sometimes didn't understand. She had a way of getting him out of the depressing abyss he was such under, lifting him out of his dark moods that he couldn't quite explain. He certainly hadn't expected her to be standing at his door, using her seductive voice to draw him in, but he found himself unable to resist her, he was all down for it.

He knew from the moment he first laid eyes on her that she was a special woman. In fact, she was the only person he had ever met who could rival his late wife's beauty. Her porcelain skin, light brown wavy hair, and red, luscious lips were all captivating. But it was her eyes that truly entranced him. Whenever she looked at him, he felt like he was the only person in the world who mattered.

Her costume was unmistakable as she stood there, dressed in a form-fitting black dress that hugged every curve, accentuated by fishnet tights that ran down to her high heels. A black pointy hat and broom completed the look, making it clear to anyone who saw her that she was dressed as a witch.

"Have you come to put a spell on me?"

"I already have."

"That explains a lot." He chuckled. "So, a witch costume on a blue moon."

"You like it? I wore it for you."

"Very. It suits you."

He had been so caught up in her appearance that he hadn't even noticed the box of candy she was holding. Without a word, she extended her hand and offered it to him, revealing a box filled to the brim with an assortment of sweets.

"How did you know I needed one of these?"

"Call it a witch intuition."

His gaze penetrated hers like he could see right through her, and this made her insides clench.

"It's a joke."

"I know."

"Well, obviously, a bad one."

"..."

"It's the candy I collected at the party down the street, doofus."

"Do you want to come in?"

"Yes."

He opened the door wider, inviting her inside. As she entered, he couldn't help but watch as she hung her broom on the wall and placed her pointy hat on his coat hanger. He followed her into the living room, admiring her from behind as she moved with grace and confidence. Not taking his eyes off her body, he walked behind her toward his living room.