Thread: The Hungry Bride (DaddyisHere and Sensualist) - CLOSED

RE The Hungry Bride DaddyisHere and Sensualist Here comes the bride, all dressed in white... Not too many brides these days could wear a white wedding dress honestly, Tamara Ellis thought. Tamara Prescott... Mrs. Tamara Prescott... Mrs. Brad Prescott she reminded herself, trying out the new surname with relish. Not that she blamed women that gave it up before they were married given her own... intensive research... into what went on in the bedroom these last few months, she was starting to wonder how much longer she could have resisted it, had the wedding been postponed by some catastrophe. But she had kept her virginity through high school, through college, through getting a job with Flora magazine, through her realtionship with Brad and through their engagement, so she could wear white with pride. And there had been no catastrophe. The long-planned wedding had gone off splendidly and perfectly, hosted in a beautiful European-style mansion in a Napa Valley wineryhotel with gorgeous views over the warm, rolling fields of grapes ripening on the vine. Ripening . That's what Tamara felt like. Like her burgeoning sexual awakening was a fruit that was swollen, juicy, ready to be plucked... She looked over to where Brad was talking to the priest with a hot shiver running down her spine. Tonight. Her brows knitted slightly over her clear grey eyes as she saw Brad swaying where he stood. Looked like he had had a few too many... but his best man, Derek was there, trying to slow Brad's roll. Thank god for Derek. God damn you Derek! Tamara wanted to scream as she and the best man helped or rather hauled her newly-minted husband to their honeymoon suite like a load of drunk luggage. Rationally, she knew it was Brad's fault that he'd drunk so much on an empty stomach, but she couldn't bring herself to blame him, so Derek got that dubious honour. Why didn't you stop him?! Frustrated and concerned, she hed the door open as Derek manoeuvred the cart in. Derek, Brad said. Shh... don't tell Tamara about the two strippers I fucked at the Bachelor party. She'd be mad. Why... didn't you... stop him...? Shocked. Numb. Tamara knew Brad hadn't been a virgin when they were engaged, but he knew she was, and that she was saving herself for him. He'd agreed not to pressure her for sex, to wait through the engagement with her.. and he'd... he'd... What was that sound? That high-pitched, wailing roar, like an on-rushing train in a tunnel. Like a kettle on the boil. Like an air-raid siren. Like a... scream? Like her scream? Was she screaming, screaming so loud her throat hurt, so loud that Derek's ears would definitely hurt? Huh. So she was. HOW COULD YOU? HOW COULD YOU, BRAD?! Tamara screamed as the best man dragged the groom into the bathroom. She bolted after them, pushing into the room with them as Brad curled over the bowl and vented himself. In a furious blur of white she lifted her foot and drove it square between his crouched legs, into his groin, giving him something else to vomit about. I SAVED MYSELF FOR YOU! HOW COULD YOU? THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PERFECT ! the bride screeched like a banshee, the subtle eyeshadow beneath her betrayed, berserk grey eyes smearing as they started to brim over.