Mystery night

Halloween hangs in the air like perfume. She stands at the mirror and watches her own fingers slide over her skin. Blonde hair spills across one shoulder. The brunette in the glass leans closer. No one else is coming tonight. She chose the lights low and the door locked. She parts her thighs, slips her hand lower, and begins. Slow circles. Faster. She watches every twitch of her stomach, every small gasp she can’t hold back. The night stretches around her, warm and dark, and she keeps going until the want in her body burns through.