The Night Of – [Halloween] [M4A] [Group] [Party] [FemDom]

Halloween itself is a treat, as far as I’m concerned. Yes, yes, I’m definitely one of *those* people, who’s favourite holiday is the spooky one. I can’t help it, I love all the horror movies, I love the costumes and I love the magic in the air. Believe in it or not, you’ll feel it too.

As special as I keep the night, my plans can come and go. As long as I’m surrounded by the macabre or the devilish, I’m happy. This all hallow’s eve however, I have been spellbound. Whether I’ll give over my soul doesn’t worry me at this point, she’s worth every ounce of it.

Over the years, I had seen the house next door alight with the haunted festivities toward the end of october. The [OTHER NIGHT](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qbf0vr/what_we_do_in_our_gardens_a_part_2/) I got a glimpse over the fence, and I fell head over heels for it. So, a few hours of makeup would be worthwhile tonight. It’s a practiced routine, and the snout, fur and eyes all came together perfectly. I decided to throw on a varsity jacket and let people decide if I was… MJ or MJF. Never noticed that before.

What We Do In Our Gardens (A part 2)

A place of solitude, my garden has never felt lonely before. The past few weeks, it has. A silence lay over the humble grounds, currently blanketed in a fine mist. My gaze was not on the promised dew hanging in the air, though. It was on the fence that partitioned my property with the house next door.

Her house. Where she sleeps, showers and exists. My mind has wandered to [THAT NIGHT](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pkjuhl/mf_the_nook_at_the_end_of_the_garden/) again and again. My hands don’t feel like her’s. It couldn’t feel the same without her. A big, cold, sigh inhaled and then exhaled served to cool me off.

Grow up. She’s just more mature than I am. Obsessing like a teenager is not cool.

“Is that my new friend I hear?” The voice called from over the fence.

The gasp stuck in my throat. Was it a miracle? Some divine wink? However it could be the opposite. Was the price my soul? Had some devil heard me begging in the depths of my soul for another chance to be with her?

“It,” I said, clearing my suddenly dry throat, “is.”

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[MF] The Nook At The End Of The Garden [Blowjob][Exhibition][Danger][Cannabis Use][Gentle FemDom][Inexperience meets experience]

Crazy 18 months, right? For everyone, not just me. For myself, it was a year locked in a small apartment. Me, Her and the dog. Roovie, our lovely little cockapoo, was a godsend. Just to get out of the house.

I love being outdoors.

That’s why I stifled. That’s part of why Her and I fell apart. In the ensuing cataclysm of my life, I ran back to my childhood home. A bungalow in the sleepy center of England.

It had changed a lot. Not especially gentrified, but the people living around were a lot nicer. It only took twenty minutes to be offered a number for weed, which helped my mood immensely.

I always loved my garden growing up. A peaceful area of zen, hydrangeas of various colours dotted around. A quaint little shed that facilitated many late night smoking sessions with my friends.

“Did you get that green?”

I recognised the voice, a tickle from a teenage memory. Summer time giggles with a husband who apparently threw away the best thing in the world, as far as my seventeen year old memory stated.