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Yabba-Dabba-Desire — Deborah’s Halloween Awakening
The townhouse shook with bass while paper bats skimmed along the walls. Deborah—done up as Wilma Flintstone—felt a delicious recklessness buzz through her legs and into her smile. Her white dress hugged close; red lipstick dared trouble.
When a Fred Flintstone caught her eye across the room, the party turned into a private joke. “Yabba-dabba-doo,” he rumbled, and the playful thunder of his voice rolled straight through her. They laughed, fingers brushing, and slipped down the hall in search of somewhere quieter than the storm of music.
The bathroom latch clicked; the world hushed. Heat gathered in the small space—breath against breath, backs to cool tile, costume beads chiming as they drew close. His hands framed her waist; her palms traced the line of his jaw. Kissing turned hungry, then needful, the kind that makes time wobble. She tugged him nearer; he answered with a low sound that vibrated against her mouth.
Voices burst in as the door swung open—partygoers tumbling past with cups and laughter. For a heartbeat they froze, flushed and breathless, then shared a wicked grin that said keep going. The interruption faded; the moment sharpened. Touches grew bolder, whispers roughened, and the mirror fogged with proof of it.
When they finally stepped back into the crowd, Deborah’s pulse still drummed in her throat. Fred’s grin matched hers—dazed, satisfied, conspiratorial. No numbers; no promises. Just a secret stitched into the night like a spark under the skin.
Later, kicking off her heels, she admitted the truth to herself: tonight wasn’t only a costume party. It was an awakening—a reminder that the untamed part of her still loves a reckless story… and that she might chase another one soon.
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