The Pumpkin Tattoo

""Tattoos exude pain and pleasure all at the same time." - Chester Bennington"

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Was it the pentagram tattoo on her cleavage, or just another closing-time lust? Whichever, I’d let the beguiling bitch take me home. But it got weird; she’d drawn a cutesy Jack-O-Lantern on my stomach, straddled my face, chanted ominously, and orgasmed hard.

By morning, the orange ink, grinning lasciviously, had migrated. Jagged-toothed, he’d perched atop my mound, unfazed by showering, impervious to vigorous scrubbing. 

Come Halloween, his mouth ringed my ripe quim. A monster cum woke me. No Jack-in-the-box, just me picking pumpkin seeds from my quivering cunt. 

When li’l pumpkin is born, I’m guessing I’ll call him Gourdie.

Published 1 year ago

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