There are 5 key ingredients in a great Halloween story. I know, I Googled it. And there are 5 in this too. They are...
1. Mystery.
2. Surprise.
3. Fear.
4. Suspense.
5. A rather frightening main character.
Regular readers will know that I have no problems with number one. How many times have you seen the comment "It's a mystery that this writer keeps plodding on?" Or words to that effect. Or number two..."I'm surprised that this writer has come up with another." Or three...I fear that that this writer will come up with another." And four..."This writer hasn't come up with another yet. The suspense is killing me."
But given the strictures of the subject, where you require an erotic Halloween subject who's also rather frightening, a lead character is hard to pinpoint. I thought of Freddie Kruger initially, but is he credible as a porn star? I concluded that he could actually pull it off. However, further research revealed he's just an ordinary bloke called Elliott Spencer who had a migraine and took the acupuncture a bit too far.
Of course the answer was obvious. The witch from "She's still Snow White. Honest!" Frighteningly sexy and frighteningly frightening too. This story can be enjoyed as a stand alone. Though as it features a character from "She's still Snow White. Honest!" you might want to read that first. But if you see through this transparent and pathetic attempt at self-promotion, just carry on reading.
The action takes place some years after "She's still Snow White. Honest!" Sorry, I'll try to stop mentioning it. The main character, Snow White's wicked step mother-cum-wicked witch is still holed up in her gingerbread cottage. Actually, thinking about it, I realise that I may not have mentioned in "She's still Snow White. Honest!" that her cottage was made of gingerbread. Perhaps you could read it and let me know via the comments section. I'd appreciate it.
She got the idea after reading the Grimm's brother's "Hansel and Gretel." No need to read that. Suffice it to say that unlike that witch, this one is unbelievably glamorous. In fact, this is the only unbelievable part of the story. The rest is entirely plausible.
It's a few minutes to midnight on October 31st. And as we pick up the action the witch is lying open legged on her fairy-tale type queen-sized bed. Her flowing black robe is hitched up about her waist and she is being fucked ferociously. The air is blue as she bucks and screams unrestrainedly. (Crap! Just lost the NonConsent/Reluctance audience.) She was certain that absolutely nobody could hear her. No, her partner wasn't deaf. There was nobody there. She was being masturbated automatically by her knob-like wand. (Get in Toys and Masturbation fans!) As it pounded her, she watched herself writhe in ecstacy in her mirror. (Exhibitionist & Voyeur.) OK, that's it. I'll stop with this shameful effort to draw in a larger audience.
She came until she could cum no more, soaking her bedspread with love-juice before yelling
"Enough!"
An ingenious safety word that guaranteed she would not be fucked in perpetuity.
The wand floated towards her open mouth (She was still shouting) and shot a volley of simulated semen down her throat. At which point there was a loud knock on her door. In fact, two. She had built her cottage before the advent of the electric doorbell, so had two magnificent knockers. It's a long, tedious story, much like this one actually, which involves the local council refusing her the right to add a doorbell.
The witch had been voluntarily self-isolating for many years, so it was a long time since anyone had got hold of her knockers. Which was a shame because they were arguably the two finest in the kingdom. (In case you haven't read it, this debate is more or less the entire plot of "She's still Snow White. Honest!") Under normal conditions folk (This is a folk-tale) would have travelled far and wide to see them. But conditions were far from normal. She lived in a wet, densely overgrown, almost impenetrable area. Much like her cunt. The isolated witch was oblivious to fashion trends and it was an age since any man had penetrated the heavily wooded forest, let alone her hairy twat.
She hastily pulled her gown over her wet, densely overgrown, almost impenetrable area and raced to the door. She was excited. It had been so long since she'd enjoyed human company. Admittedly most humans she had encountered in the past had perished gruesomely almost instantly, but she was eager for a brief spell of intercourse. Social intercourse of course. I'm never coarse.
She almost pulled the door of its hinges which wasn't that difficult in view of the fact that they were made of gingerbread. There before her stood a powerfully built young man wearing a green tabard so short that she could easily make out the definition of his meat and two veg' through his brown tights.
"A double helping!"
Thought the witch who began to drool slightly onto her chin and ooze copiously from her lower lips.
He was so well endowed that she didn't immediately notice that he was wearing a mask as is the custom. Ironically, the witch was not aware that this was the custom due to her longstanding isolation and dreadful internet signal. So when her eyes were finally drawn from his bulge she exclaimed...
Wicked Witch: "Oh my goodness! Have you come here to relieve a helpless young woman of her worldly goods?"
Yes, that's right, this is yet another role play designed to help you and your partner through a lockdown! Our prospects are looking gloomy so I decided you would appreciate a new one. You will have noticed immediately that there is a masked man knocking. But fear not if you're in a lesbian or gay relationship. The witch can become a warlock or the knocker can be a masked woman. And just to get this straight, when I say "fear not," that's just a phrase I've used. There's plenty to fear in this story (See #3 above). And when I say "get this straight", that's just a phrase I've used too. I'm not suggesting that you can enjoy playing this if you're in a lesbian or gay relationship one moment and to play it straight the next.
Whatever way you play it, you're going to need a set. I'm going to come right out with this, but I think the chances of you living in a gingerbread house are slim. And as this is a great fantasy role play, it's worth building one. You will need the following ingredients:
•350g/12oz plain flour, plus extra for rolling out
•1 tsp bicarbonate of soda
•2 tsp ground ginger
•1 tsp ground cinnamon
•125g/4½oz butter
•175g/6oz light soft brown sugar
•1 free-range egg
•4 tbsp golden syrup
Exact figures will vary according to the size of house you wish to build, but you'll certainly be required to multiply the measures by several thousand. There shouldn't be a problem here as presumably most of you will have stockpiled baking products in case of lockdown. But before you start construction, remember to apply for planning permission. Losing your erection will prove disastrous in this role play. If planning permission isn't granted, bake a few delicious gingerbread men and place them in bowls strategically about your current home to set the mood.
Right, now you can get on with learning your script. If you remember, sometime ago the wicked witch was asking the stranger if he had come to relieve her of her earthly possessions. Though I may have used the words "worldly goods." It doesn't really matter, just carry on reading.
Masked man: "No."
Wicked Witch: "Oh my goodness! Then have you come here to relieve a helpless young woman of her virtue?"
Masked man: "No."
Wicked Witch: "Shame. So what have you actually come here for?"
Masked man: "Good evening fair lady. I'm merely a tired traveller in search of a place to lay my weary head."
Wicked Witch: "Good evening to you, young sir. My name is Hazel and you may spend the night in my humble abode if it pleases you."
Masked man: "Indeed it does for it looks absolutely delicious. I'm Woody by the way."
Witch Hazel: "Well Woody Bytheway, many thanks for your kind remarks. It is truly scrumptious being made entirely of cake."
Woody Bytheway: "And yet it still stands despite the morning's rains."
Witch Hazel: "It's built to survive the foulest of tempests. If you read the sign."
Woody Bytheway: "Alright. 'GINGERBREAD COTTAGE: Contains benzoic acid, hydroxybenzoate and derivatives, lactic acid, sodium benzoate, nitrate, propionic acid and sodium propionate, sulfur dioxide and sulfites, sorbic acid and sodium sorbate, ascorbic acid, sodium ascorbate, butylated hydroxytoluene, butylated hydroxyanisole, gallic acid and sodium, gallate, sulfur dioxide, and sulfites and tocopherols. May also contain nuts.' Yum yum."
Witch Hazel: "Just one question before you enter. You're out past the witching hour hiding your face. Who exactly do you think you are? The Masked Marauder, Batman?"
Woody Bytheway: "You mean the Caped Crusader, the figure from the hilarious and in my view grossly undermarked "I'm Fucking Batman!" (Also by this author!) He doesn't wear his mask over his nose and mouth. It's more a disguise, whereas I'm in full compliance with current anti-Covid legislation."
Witch Hazel: "Anti-Covid legislation? What's that?"
Masked man: "You don't know? It's the biggest news in the kingdom. An even bigger story than Queen White winning the 'Knockers Prize' for an historic 10th year bouncing."
Witch Hazel: "Fuck me!"
