10.04.2004
- As I watched the bride standing there, staring into her grooms eyes, all I could think about was how soft her skin was, how she tasted, how she moaned when I slid my fingers inside her and flicked her clit with my tongue. Great way to pass a boring wedding, fantasize about the (now) forbidden fruit. She looked beautiful, all in white, but not near as breathtaking as when she was nude. Soft but undrooping breasts, ever so slightly rounded belly, long shapely legs, silky smooth skin. I remembered licking her until she screamed, while her (then) boyfriend slammed into me from behind, slapping my ass as hard as he could, ramming me face first into her sweet pussy over and over and over...
Flashes, flashes, nothing longer than a second, flash onto the overly strong vodka and sprite they gave me the first night. Flash onto seeing my (then) boyfriend kissing her, while her boyfriend kissed me hard, then leaned back and hit me as hard as he could. mmmmm...that was so intense...He has been the only man who was ever that rough with me. I almost wish I could get that from my current man, but that's not something you ask for...asking for such things always ruins the pleasure in getting them. So...I fantasize in private. Flash onto the slight awkwardness as everything wraps up, my boyfriend and I driving away, the frenzied sex with him that night, reliving the amazing first-time.
Flash onto the many times the bride has kissed me, long, sweet, gentle kisses, soft lips, soft tongues, soft hands, oh, so soft. Parking lots, strip clubs, couches, kitchens, driveways...mmmm...kisses. No more kisses...all given up for a ring.
It's always such a sad time when a girlfriend gets married, especially to a man who isn't confident enough in his sexuality to let his wife play with other girls. I can't imagine giving up that sweet, soft, gentle touch for a man. I can't imagine giving up the rough, intense, needy touch of a man for any woman. I can't understand how anyone could...but I suppose I'm not them, eh?