Dahlia held her breath, listening out for the sound of the bedroom door opening as she tried to keep herself from laughing. She had no idea what to expect, but since it was Halloween, she assumed it would be Halloween-themed.
She and Jared hadn’t engaged in role play in a while but he’d told her that he wanted to do it tonight. “Just go home and get into bed,” he’d told her on the phone at work that morning. “And I’ll meet you there tonight.”
So there she was, in bed, waiting. And just as she’d nearly found herself falling asleep she heard the front door downstairs open and then close.
Then, slow footsteps climbed the staircase. Dahlia turned her back to the door and closed her eyes, holding her breath again as she tried to visualize where Jared was by the sound of his steadily approaching steps. When she heard the familiar creak of one of the bedroom floorboards, she knew he was only about two steps away from the bed.
Next she felt the bed dip behind her. And then a strange, lightly pricking sensation trailed from the base of her spine to her shoulder blade. Chills followed and she turned to ask, “What was that…?”
She stopped when her eyes fell on the gruesome mask. She looked down to his hand to find the source of the pricking sensation---a glove with knives for fingers in classic Freddy Krueger style. He even donned a black and red tattered sweater and black hat, completing the costume.
Dahlia’s heart fluttered as he moved closer, and she saw his familiar brown eyes from the holes in the mask. But even that familiarity wasn’t enough to make her comfortable with this freaky ensemble.
“Jared...uh...that’s not sexy, baby, it’s kinda creepy.”
Jared’s voice came out in a throaty rasp and Dahlia’s eyes grew round. “Who said it would be sexy?” He lightly scraped the index finger knife down her arm to her wrist, sending chills through her body. It was an odd mix of being turned on and off at the same time and she closed her eyes as she tried to wrap her mind around Jared’s odd choice for the night’s play.
“Don’t go back to sleep,” he told her, “That’s what got you into this in the first place.”
Dahlia opened her eyes and laughed, remembering the horror flick’s premise of the creepy dream-stalking killer.
But when he reached an arm around her waist to aggressively pull her body toward his, she frowned. “Damn, Jared, into character, much?”
He rasped out again, and she stared at the rubber burn scar details on the mask as he spoke, “I don't know who this Jared fella is you keep referring to, but even he can't save you now.”
Dahlia's face wrinkled in confusion. She didn't know if she wanted to laugh or cringe. But before she could mull over it any further, he flipped up her nightgown and slid two finger knives under the band of her underwear.
Rather than sit motionless, Dahlia figured she'd get into character too and play the role of his frightened victim. Dahlia squirmed and gave a scream as he snatched off her panties.
Jared gripped her by the waist and flipped her body over so that she lay flat on tbe bed. Dablia giggled, amused by his forceful play but also grateful that she wouldn't have to look at that hideous mask while engaging in their intimate moment.
Her eyes drifted closed when she felt his warm breath on her vulva. And though the rubber of the mask slid along her sensitized sex, the feel of it along with the licks from his tongue gave a sensation like no other. Dahlia clutched at the duvet beneath her as he moved his face in circles, rotating his mouth along her pussy.
Then, a nip of her labia made her jump and whip her head up to look back at him.”Hey!”
Jared's laugh was muffled behind the mask and he lifted his gloved hand to lower her head back down. “I told you...who said this was going to be sexy?”
He ran three knifed fingers down her back and over her ass, tickling her skin until she shuddered and tingled all over. He returned to nip at her other labia before pulling it into his mouth to suck. It actually was sexy, she thought, pushing her ass up into the air and moving back toward his face to allow him better access as he ate her from behind.
Sucking and kissing sounds followed Jared's movements as he buried his mouth and the costume's rubber nose into her. Dahlia circled her hips onto him, unable to get enough as she groaned with delight. But when he added the fingers of his non-gloved hand to the lingual assault, probing her core mercilessly, her body went into sensory shock as a blinding orgasm surged through her body.
Before she could fully recover, Jared flipped her over again and Bianca’s sweet high came to an abrupt end when she opened her eyes to a close-up view of the distorted rubber face.
As he moved in closer, Dahlia lifted a hand in front of his face to stop him. “No, no. You gotta take that thing off first.”
Jared chuckled behind his hideous mask. He nodded and removed it, throwing it onto the floor next to the bed.
Dahlia cupped the sides of his face in her hands and pulled his face close to hers to kiss him. “Now this is much better,”she said, her lips traveling down to shower kisses from his neck to his chest. She reached between them to massage the hard bulge in his black slacks. Dahlia unzipped and freed him, rubbing the velvety hardness until he groaned.
She guided him to her warm opening and wrapped her arms around his broad back as he thrust into her.
She imagined they were an odd sight to see. A gloved Freddy Krueger, now hat-less from the exertion, but donning the sweater with his black slacks around his ankles as he pumped into her on their bed. Dahlia gyrated her own hips, pushing up to receive his thrusts as she tightened her pussy muscles to rhythmically squeeze his dick in time with their movements. Jared yelled out, coming with a force like never before.
She'd pay good money to see this picture---her fucking Freddy Krueger. Jared was definitely a bit off sometimes, but lucky for him she was able to keep up with his crazy.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.