Britwitch's Hallowe'en Party 2012

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While clearing out the attic above Solliquiuim in preparation to build a small dance studio I had come across old gypsy costume of my grandmothers. With my pale skin it almost gave me a ghostly appearance I thought.

I adored Halloween but parties were another animal I rarely attended especially alone. I had dropped off pumpkins earlier and was excited to wander amongst the decorations and we what Britwitch had come up with to scare and delight her guests.

I had spent close to an hour wandering the grounds and finally slipped inside blending into the shadows as eyes wide I began to carefully explore...
 
Oh yeah?
scoops a dollop of frosting, depositing it along little Dream's collarbone...then licks it up, nibbling along the way

Shivers and giggles lightly. Her fingers reaching for more frosting, smearing it over Vail's chest, keeping it away from the costume as to not ruin it. She sat back for a moment and grinned at Vail, seeking the approval to clean up.
 

I can hear the giggling and squeezing form another part of the house and smile softly happy to hear the merriment as I make my way to another part of the spooky dwelling relishing the shadows and the creaking.

I fancy I can hear scuttling in the darkness; goosebumps pop out along my arms and I shiver in delight as I prowl the candlelit corridors alone...
 
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I arrive at a big wooden door and push it slowly open, the smell was immediate; old stale, it smelled of death. My heart was pounding in my chest as I stepped inside...

I peered into the semi darkness, just a single candle burned here, ohhhh the witch was good this seemed very very real.

Soft music began to play and I began to dance...slowly as if I were entranced, hips moving, belly inviting, arms beckoning to whatever inhabited the decaying room.


"Come dance'" I softly whisper...
 
The tiniest of smiles
Well, I think there's only one appropriate person, don't you?
fingernail running along the pretty girl's lips

She laughed softly, letting her teeth scrape lightly against the finger. . "Mmhmm... I suppose there is only one person who can do it." She leaned her head down toward Vail's chest, the tip of her tongue running slowly from the top of her shirt to her neck, licking up all the frosting. The sweet sugary taste mixed with the yummy taste of Vail.
 
fingers moving into the girl's long, soft hair...nails lightly scraping along scalp...holding her to me
Good girl...

She gave a small bite to her neck before pulling back slightly, ignoring the tug on her hair. She perked an eyebrow as stared into Vail's eyes. "Good girl? Dear, I think you may have it all wrong." Points toward the black wings on her back.
"Bad Demon."
 
Gives the hair a bit of a yank...pulling the girl's head back, letting me stare down into her eyes...tilting my head a bit, with a smile...

I suppose thats all a matter of perspective now isn't it?

She let out a small laugh as her head was pulled. The small jolt of pain from her hair making her eyes narrow. "That it is..." She let her hand move quickly, grasping at Vail's wrist, squeezing it firmly. "Remember what I said about challenges? Well I'm feeling very competitive right now. And you, my sweet one, is filling the role of my competitor."
 
And you mine, little one...
whipfast hand finding a slender throat...fingers splayed along it, not QUITE squeezing...just hinting at pressure, at force...faces very close...breathing ragged with hunger

A low growl formed in her throat, her eyes quickly glancing away at the surroundings, the main lobby of the house not really... suitable. She let go of the wrist, her hand moving to cup Vail's face. Her thumb lightly running over the lips. "How about this... you meet me in the maze in a few. Seems like a good place to compete."
 

I arrive at a big wooden door and push it slowly open, the smell was immediate; old stale, it smelled of death. My heart was pounding in my chest as I stepped inside...

I peered into the semi darkness, just a single candle burned here, ohhhh the witch was good this seemed very very real.

Soft music began to play and I began to dance...slowly as if I were entranced, hips moving, belly inviting, arms beckoning to whatever inhabited the decaying room.


"Come dance'" I softly whisper...

*I am awakened with the last fleeting shreds of a wispy dream leaving my consciousness a little disoriented and foggy. I stumble from the small bedroom I found when sleep overcame me the night before, and my first thought is to seek a little something to nibble on. Stepping from the doorway, I hear a whispered beckoning luring me to a darkened room I hadn't noticed before. Perhaps I was too sleepy last night. Surely mysterious rooms could not just appear out of no where?

Stepping to the door, I see an alluring figure within, someone seeming familiar to me, yet with costumes one never knows. Yet the beckoning whisper speaks to me, makes me want to join her.*


"Come dance."

*Somehow the awkwardness of the high heels leaves me as I seem to glide forward as if not walking at all. Entwined in the movements of the dance, it is almost as if our movements echo our costumes. She is all grace, sultry rhythms, swaying, sexy. I am flopsy, prancing, playful. It is not my intention to be so......It is the room.*
 
"Come dance."

*Somehow the awkwardness of the high heels leaves me as I seem to glide forward as if not walking at all. Entwined in the movements of the dance, it is almost as if our movements echo our costumes. She is all grace, sultry rhythms, swaying, sexy. I am flopsy, prancing, playful. It is not my intention to be so......It is the room.*

I am surprised when someone not of the dead joins me, my mind still attune with those unseen
. "Thyri...." I smile softly as I enfold her in the dance making my rhythms hers ... the the flimsy, prancing , playful, flow out of her as we become one with the dance.

She is partially correct, it is the room. I am unsure if I find the magic all around me or if it simply finds me. That's why I don't mind coming to this party year after year knowing that I am never truly alone here when I visit, Halloween itself welcomes me into its' warm embrace.

This year for the first time I have found a friend here...

I break apart giggling, twirling her around and around until dizzy we finally collapse against each other.

Suddenly the big Oak wardrobe creeks open the sound almost deafening even above our accelerated twin heartbeats
.."Thyri?" I whisper, " look!"

My eyes are huge as I stare over her shoulder at that which is emerging...
 
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Pops back, finally, happy to see and hear signs of life all over the house.

A happy sigh and a quick trip to the kitchen to check that the supplies are holding out, before heading back to the hallway to meet any potential new guests.
 
The click of boots.

Knee high, platform. Black.

Brown skinned girl covered in black latex.

Cat suit.

36DD-25-36.

Cat ears, a cat tail comprised of a 6 feet long bullwhip.

Knocking. Pressing open...


Hello, hello...
 
I feel my jaw drop more than a little at the stunning latex clad vision that enters next.

Hello, hello, to you too.

...wow...

A slight flush and an embarassed smile.

What I meant to say was. Welcome, please do come in...
 
Grinning at a Witchling.

I figured since I just watched Catwoman the other day...AND I am the token mulatto that could possibly pull this off at this time...

Well...

Glancing down at myself before returning honey brown gaze to her flushed face...

I figured it wouldn't go amiss...

(and it's what I wore to the strip club in the RW last evening)

Two steps closer, small hand reaching to caress belly before drifting upward to caress pretty chin...hand tangles in hair and tugs...so that warm lips can brush a kiss there...and there...and there....

How are you, pretty?
 
Grinning at a Witchling.

I figured since I just watched Catwoman the other day...AND I am the token mulatto that could possibly pull this off at this time...

Well...

Glancing down at myself before returning honey brown gaze to her flushed face...

I figured it wouldn't go amiss...

(and it's what I wore to the strip club in the RW last evening)

Two steps closer, small hand reaching to caress belly before drifting upward to caress pretty chin...hand tangles in hair and tugs...so that warm lips can brush a kiss there...and there...and there....

How are you, pretty?

Well you look amazing, seriously amazing.

Blue eyes travel from ear tips to booted toes and back. Slowly. Leisurely. Enjoying the trip.

There is the slightest hitch of breath at the tugging of hair, the slightest catch in the voice that responds.


Me? I'm well, very well. And very happy to see so many people stopping by and...well...enjoying themselves...
 
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