***WARNING***
The following story is not for the faint of heart and is NOT intended for those under the age of 18! Consider yourself forewarned!
Honeymoon Surprise
The 28th of this month
will mark the 5 year anniversary of my marriage to my husband David. I can remember the day so clearly –as if it
were yesterday. Twenty-four hours before
the wedding, I spent the entire day being pampered from head to toe: a manicure
and pedicure in the morning, brunch at the hotel and a stress free afternoon at
the spa. I slept like a baby –that was
the eye of the storm. The morning of my
wedding, my Matron of Honor and I, along with the flower girls headed to the
hair salon for the finishing touches of pampering before the wedding. I spent the rest of the day making sure
people were where they were supposed to be, doing what they were supposed to be
doing at the times they were supposed to be doing it.
After months of planning and many
sleepless nights, working out every last detail, the ceremony came –it was
beautiful and went off without a hitch.
Friends and family surrounded me from the time I was in the receiving line
to the time we sat for dinner at the reception.
I barely finished the meal, when I was in the throngs of well wishers
and party guests, each hugging me and wanting their turn to converse. I saw David for a total of thirty minutes for
the whole day, and I wanted nothing more than to start our honeymoon –the suite
had already been reserved and was calling for us to enjoy it.
The first moment I had to myself, I
looked for my new husband, and I couldn’t find him. I looked at each table, by the exits, I
looked everywhere but one place –behind me.
His hands found their way around my waist, and I faced him. The evening was getting late, and David
wanted us to start being man and
wife. We were soon encircled by friends
and family again –taking pictures and offering their congratulations. By the time midnight approached, I was exhausted. When David and I finally stole away from the
reception and made it to the hotel room, showering was all I could do to stay
awake. I don’t remember how I made it to
bed, after our shower. I just remember
climbing into bed naked and succumbing to the night.
The dream that entered my sleep was
erotic. I was in the most beautiful
garden –the trees were lush, the flowers perfectly in bloom and as the sun made
it way westward, a gentle breeze tickled the tendrils of hair near my neck
before twirling in the luxurious curls that fell midway down my back. I walked in the direction on the pond with
the waterfall to swim in the crystal clear water.
I walked under the waterfall and
leaned my neck back, allowing the gentle shower of water to caress my face and
run its streaming fingers through the length of my hair and down my back.
Moving to the edge of the reflecting pool, I sat on a large rock letting just
my legs enter. The warm rushes of water moved around me, then across me to
where they entered me, and I was completely aroused.
I spread my legs in order to deepen the pleasurable
sensations that the water was creating in me; it was phenomenal –the water
moved in and around wetting me enough to quench the thirst of my lower lips,
before exchanging chores with the wind –which blew it breath over my...
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Baci a tutti!
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