Short Story | The Bride in Black 18+

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My name is Valerie love and this is my story.

Just as beautiful as love might be, I experienced it once and now I want more. Just wait you would understand what I meant by “more”
From my crèche, junior, senior all the way to my success, have only dated one man. His name is Steven burns and we are getting married in two days.

“Thursday morning”

I received a bouquet of white roses so beautiful just like its name. The look on my face when I got them would define disappointment if you have experienced one before. It’s from the same person had known and I’m going to spend the rest of my life with in less than 52 hours.
Have spent my youthful age practicing and acting as a wife and soon I don’t need to act anymore I’m going to live my life as one.

You don’t understand where all these is going right? Just relax and read on

All preparations are going on perfectly well, like have always wanted it to be in my imaginations and dreams. It’s becoming a reality. Yes have always been a good girl, the best any man would want and certainly the best any family would want to have as a daughter in law.

Have you ever wished your life is never perfect? Have you ever wanted a taste of challenge and the rough part just to know how it feels? Well have always wanted that because my life has always been easy than a baby’s mouth going back and forth on a nipple gushing milk out.
I just wanted more, to taste what it’s like to be different. Hit the club, be wild for one night, get drunk, hit another person’s car, yell at someone, fight someone “oh Heavens” I can go on with the list but what I wanted most is to feel the thrust of another man’s passion in my soul. “Now you know am crazy not psycho”

“Friday morning”

Less than 24hrs to be the perfect bride in white, walking down the aisle by my father, Groom standing in his tux looking ridiculously handsome, doing same thing over and over trying to please me and make me happy. I love him so much don’t get me wrong, I honestly don’t want to imagine my life with another man aside him.

I snapped out of my imagination as breakfast was brought in by my sister. All my bridesmaids are looking so gorgeous and happy for me.
After much gossip with them and putting things in place, we had breakfast together, lunch and went for rehearsal. Everything was more perfect than I imagined which made me changed my name to Valerie love perfect.

“The Bachelorette party”

The ladies wowed me out of my imagination and I couldn’t be more proud of them. They really made my day but not my thoughts. Few hours of lively boring music and gossips, I decided to find some corner to be alone, when I saw some gorgeous hot men mounting on our cruise ship to party with us. No matter how cute they are no one can compare to my darling and I love him so much, just that I needed one night of crazy fun not with him but with someone else.
Deep in my thoughts and smiling to myself while remembering the names we suggested for our children in future, felt a tap on my shoulder. A guy was behind me, by his expression I knew something was actually bothering him because he wasn’t even down with the wildness going on with my bridesmaids and his friends.

Mystery guy: hey you must be the Bride?
Love: is it that obvious?
Mystery guy: your tag says bride to be
Love: oh yes the tag. So why are you here?
Mystery guy: I’m getting married tomorrow; I just needed a time away from everything. Less than 10 hours I’m going to be the perfect husband to the love of my life. I have dated her, only her all my life; I know everything about her and am happy with her. Oh lord she is so beautiful and I love her so much. I just needed one night of sin, a spot on my clean tux “metaphor” a night of unfaithfulness that won’t ruin anything.
Love: she murmured “hmm-mm my male version” wow that one imperfection to Mysterious guy: “surprised” wow you dig me so well.

Both: “sigh” we are so crazy in thought and it’s obvious we want the same thing

His mouth on mine, I was up in flames in an instant, every point of my body straining closer to this hard form. With a moan of helpless need, I placed my hands on his chest, to my greatest surprise it was pounding as fast and hard as mine too. Now, his hand grip tightly to my waist while still devouring my lips and gosh I was enjoying every bit of it. His kiss was soft yet intense, also pulling the strap of my dress down further, and I felt the rising hot feeling “lust” which made me weak under while I gave in. My want is coming to reality while shutting myself from everything else.

Between my legs I was extremely wet, throbbing and shaking for thrust. He bared one of my swollen breasts and cupped it with his hand and strokes the nipple gently, squeezing the full flesh while still grazing my nipple gently. Letting out a soft moan out of excitement and lust. The other hand coming down which grabbed my buttocks making my hips grinds against him swiftly. I felt the hard rising of his erection ready to explore my cookie jar. One minute he was removing everything called clothes, made out of clothes in the name of clothes out if his body to bare his nakedness for me to explore and see, even when he knows he won’t see me again. His voice intense and hard “I want you naked now” like a magic mixed up in his voice, I obeyed and removed everything. Just in a black lace panties, showing all my curves “I haven’t seen a slim woman as thick as you before said mystery guy.

We both naked, he draw me closer. Kissing me intensely, tongue thrusting deep finding the flames of lust in my body. My hands were finding and circling his hard erection, moving up and down, feeling the huge flesh. Still kissing me, he slightly parted my legs open with one hand and trusted a finger inside, this made my legs weak and I broke from the kiss holding his head as he bend to put the finger to work. I was spamming with pleasure and moaning a little louder now. He pushed my panties down and lifted me up and laid me down gently on the soft sofa.

I sat up and move closely to him, holding his erection not mind the length of it, I drew it closely and took him into my mouth. The feel from him was like an explosion, could barely hear him moan because I was busy making him enjoy this our minutes of sinful perfection. Minutes later, he was down gently forcing me to move back on the bed. I obeyed like a puppy waiting for a crunch. His mouth on mine again “gosh he is so good with it”, but this time traveling to explore every part of my body, now his tongue in my wet spot, finding the cookie jar, opening me up, stabbing deep, making me moan uncontrollably, my hips whining. He replaced the tongue with his fingers, thrusting deep and been a disc jockey on my breast with the other hand. He slowly came up, traveling up and finally pressing a kiss on my mouth softly. He slides inside of me deeply, with my eyes going wide, his broad shoulder damp with sweat from the intense sweet fire burning between us. All we could hear was the music coming from the party and it’s going wild. It was so much more than I expected, it felt has if this stranger would drive me to my end. His chest was against my breast which made the intense fire unbearable to hold me from exploding all over him. The rhythm of his body in and out of me is making me see paradise now. Within minutes that seem like forever, trying all position have always wanted to, this brought us to climax at the same time. “Breathing heavily” mission was accomplished.

(It was some minutes past 2am) all dressed up.

Mysterious guy: by the way my name is

“I cut in”
Love: don’t worry I don’t want to know anything about you and thank you for making my dream a reality.

“Wedding morning”

Now I have this little black spot on dress “in my mind” and it made it perfect. The wedding bells sounding and I’m dressed in the most beautiful gown designed by my sister, walking down the aisle with My Dad. The most handsome man in the world is there waiting to be mine.

On the other hand, thank you mystery guy for making my life now not so perfect and I wish you a happy married life too.

“Cheers to that”

OH by the way my gown is white not black but a little spot of black on it in my head. *hahahahah*

The End

will you judge her? what is your take on this?

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