• STORIES,  WEDDING

    WEDDING NIGHT BLIZZARD

    WEDDING NIGHT BLIZZARD. A snowstorm seethed outside, however, our vacation bungalow was easily warm, on account of a thundering fire in the chimney. “I’m prepared, Jack.” I remained close to my bed with one foot on the floor and one foot laying on the bed. I wore a shirt Jack had mentioned for our wedding night—a white long-sleeved shirt. The shirttails shrouded my correct hand and its index finger playing with my clit. A dark lace of velvet around my midriff held the shirt shut. I’d secured it to pull the shirt tight against the bends of my middle and rub against my areolas, which at this point were stressing…