[M4F] Trapped in the broom closet, hiding from my ex at the Halloween party.

It’s cramped in here, hardly fitting for two people, let alone two in costume. This broom closet is, well, a broom closet; unkempt and cluttered. You, however, are not so simple to understand.

“There, are you happy? Got what you wanted? I seriously can’t believe you. You just couldn’t stay quiet, could you? Made me drag you into this fucking closet just to get you to shut the hell up.”

My tone was rough and sharp, carried by a frustration only you seemed able to draw out of me. The same frustration that made my chest rise and fall, heavy, as I tried to keep myself from doing something I’d regret. All while you stood in front of me, arms crossed over your chest, taunting me with that wicked smile I used to love.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? We can’t keep doing this forever. It has to end eventually.”

I argued, practically begged. This had been going on long enough, and I wanted out. Long since pushed to my wits’ end, or at least that’s what my mouth was saying. My eyes were telling a different story: one of something I’ve yet to admit, something I’ve tried hard to ignore, to forget. It was easy in the beginning, but time apart only made it more difficult, and tonight I neared my breaking point. Just as you’d intended.

It wasn’t the drink that was doing me in. It wasn’t my actual date either, or her promises of what we’d do after the party.

It was you — you and that fucking costume.

Hey Everyone! I was in a spooky mood, and what’s spookier than an ex who just can’t take no for an answer? Mix that with a little alcohol, a daring Halloween costume, and the cramped space of a broom closet, and I’m not sure there’s anything scarier.

I’d love to chat before we dive in to discuss kinks and limits, but here’s a quick look at what I’m interested in:

Interests: Brattiness, Teasing, Costumes/Outfits, Cheating, Power Play, and more…

Hope to hear from you all!