They're always so eager to please. Unappreciated at home, my camera offers freedom. Desirability. Purpose.

In matching pumpkin underwear, this one's fully embraced the season. Stunning.

"Ease down the straps…"

Click-whirr.

"Perfect. Cup them."

Click-whirr.

"Touch yourself…

"More."

The sheets rustle, wavy locks swishing, hand digging into desire-stained underwear, losing herself.

I approach. Watch. 

Her climax crests. She gasps. Stiffens.

Click-

Sybaritic screams roar past her lips.

The camera judders.

-whirr.

Mine.

I wag the developing picture. She lies dazed. Delirious. Oblivious, for now.

The ghostly image forms. Another soul claimed. To sustain my spirit, until I re-cross next Halloween.