[story] My Wedding Night

My Wedding Night
A story narrated by Precious

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Episode 1

Good day friends, my name is Precious, and what i give you guys is the story of my life.

A story of pain, love and sadness. A story of lost hope, betrayal and death. A true life event that turned my life upside down.

Where do i start?.

I guess i have to start from the major episode, the night that changed my whole life.


I write with Tears

The dim light of the room was enough to highlight Damian’s
body lying under the covers of our bed. His long frame was silhouetted delicately as the sheet and blanket
draped over his naked body.

Every muscle of his slender frame was showing through the somewhat thin fabric he placed over himself. The contoured mound of his manhood, prominently showing, was highly erotic and stimulating.

My p.u.ssy began to water slowly
as I stood in the doorway staring at my new husband.

I leaned against the molding of our room door and felt one of my firm little breasts with my hand. My nipple
instantly hardened as i felt the heat flow into my stiff nipple.

My pussy was slick with my internal
naturalness. I felt the warm trickle of my inner desire flow out and coat my now engorging inner lips. My outer folds of personal smoothness also began to warm gently.

As I stared at my husband lying there
on the bed, my feelings roared all over my body. It was our first night as husband and wife. Oh how happy and fulfilled i was that fateful evening.

We really had lots of terrible
challenges which we overcame to get married. I closed my eyes as my head played back the events which led to our marriage.

I soon felt a hand on my shoulder and
another between my legs. I felt warm breath on the back of my neck and the touch of hot soft lips upon my skin at the same time. Damian had
joined me.

I did not open my eyes. I let my husband feel me. I felt my
husband’s hot body tenderly touch mine. His damp skin tenderly brushing mine sent desire rushing through me.

He slowly pressed his erection against my body and I felt it throb as
blood rushed through it.

Slowly he planted tender kisses to the back of my neck. His warm lips felt good on my skin and the tingles
from his loving touch made me shiver in delight.

I tilted my head to the side slightly and he moved lower with his lips. His hand suddenly covered my
tenderness. The jolt of his hand on my place of sensualness made me moan with euphoric pleasure.

Slowly, he ran a finger through my hot wet divide. My hot core flowed onto his finger as he moved it up and down, letting it sink into my soft pink fold. I felt my vertical line fold
over his finger, contouring to the shape of his digit sliding easily through my sexual lips.

I felt my clit come to life. He gently ran his fingertip over my hard sensitive knob of pleasure. I shivered and moaned loudly.

Expertly his other hand covered one of my small breasts which he squeezed hard. My nipple, as
hard as it already was, filled with more blood and felt as if it was
going to actually pop off my body. The intense feeling made my body quiver.

Suddenly and with a swift move, he swung me around making me whimper in pleasure.

His handsome face was smooth and
his eyes deep. I touched his cheek
softly and ran my fingertip over his lips. He gave me a very caring look; the look I fell in love with the moment we met. Wrapping his arms around my delicate warm body, he brought his lips to mine, kissing me tenderly and long. I felt my breath leave my
lungs like it always did.

Damian knew just how to leave me breathless.

My body pressed softly upon Damian we kissed. His long hard erection pressed upon my smooth mound. My firm meager frontal mounds pressed
into his warm chest. My hard ni.pples touched his as our bodies collected each other’s sensual heat.

He ran his hands over the soft roundness of my as.s and I felt my feet leaving the floor. I wrapped
my legs around his waist and and rested my head in the crook of his neck and shoulder, letting him carry me to our bed.

As he laid me down on the satin sheets, my fingers trailed a path down his broad chest. He straddled my top half with his arms
as he looked into my eyes. My hair
splayed along the pillow and I smiled at him as I spread my legs to accept him once again.

My body shivered from the jolt of him
piercing my kit.ty. The feel of his erect hard round head poking through my membrane filled me with a lovingly intense pressure that showed
me what he felt for me. In return, my body passionately gripped him as he slowly filled me.

I let out a whimper as his body connected to mine, I scraped my nails on his back in a soft touch as the
feeling of him touching my skin sent tingles through me. He groaned as I did that and began rocking on my body slowly as he always did. I
felt every ridge of his long erection in my sensitive supple walls as he slid in and out.

The warmth of his manhood inside me made me glad he was my man and I was his woman. I scraped my fingernails long and slow and harder along his back as he continued the
slow rhythmic movement into me.

My breathing quickened as he
pulsed inside my pus.sy. I felt each beat of his heart in his hard cock buried deep inside me.

It was not only the rhythm of love that pounded there, but also the passion he felt for me. I became
wetter and wetter as my love for him coated his hardness.

This was what making love truly
felt like. Even through my sensual moans, the slick slurping sounds
came from me as he slipped in and out and resonated off the walls in our room. The sound of our lovemaking
was beautiful.

The slapping of our bodies together with every insertion he made into me reverberated in my ears and made me bite my lips. The plunging tones
from wet friction as his rock hard cock filled me made my body writhe with pleasure under him.

He was the only guy that made me feel fulfilled. I gripped the sheets into my fists as I felt myself getting ready to cum.

His movements even began to slow as I felt him getting close. My c.lit
pounded against him each time he sank deeper into me. I began to breathe deeper and quicker as
my climax sprang forth. He was almost at a snail’s
pace as he began to let his cream fill his manhood in my womanhood.

I felt him get even harder as he
entered the point of no return. He moaned as he poured into me.

We cummed in unison again and I loved how we almost always did
that. It was such a passionate euphoric feeling.

My body began to relax in sexual gratification under him as he waited to get himself as he always
did after he had expelled himself.

The feeling of his cock going from
hard to soft inside me felt so wonderful. And when he slid it out!

The slide of his softness on my wet
sensitive walls was so tantalizing. It was a feeling that I could never describe.

I intertwined my hand into his, held it and closed my eyes while  his heartbeat pounded a rhythm against my body.

Falling asleep, i prayed for our love to forever be strong, but unfortunately i woke up the following morning to see a knife buried in his chest. Our bed
sheet soaked with blood.


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