They're always so eager to please. Unappreciated at home, my camera offers freedom. Desirability. Purpose.
In matching pumpkin underwear, this one's fully embraced the season. Stunning.
"Ease down the straps…"
"Perfect. Cup them."
The sheets rustle, wavy locks swishing, hand digging into desire-stained underwear, losing herself.
I approach. Watch.
Her climax crests. She gasps. Stiffens.
Sybaritic screams roar past her lips.
The camera judders.
I wag the developing picture. She lies dazed. Delirious. Oblivious, for now.
The ghostly image forms. Another soul claimed. To sustain my spirit, until I re-cross next Halloween.