Like a Virgin, or like an absolute whore

In case I haven’t said so enough times already, I’m getting married! Planning a wedding is stressful and almost boring – but planning the beginning of the marriage, the rest of our lives together, that is fun.

Especially since the first day of our marriage begins with good food and a party, and the first night begins with an awesome fuck.

The thing is, I need to decide on my persona. It is kind of ridiculous, because I have been with my fiancé for almost 6 years now, and living together for 2. It’s not like he doesn’t know me already; he knows exactly who my persona is.

But still – on our wedding night I need to show him, with hard-on evidence (pun intended), that he made the best decision of his life when saying “I do” before God, our family and the world. So at night, when we are in our outrageously expensive hotel room, and I excuse myself to go into the ladies’ room to powder my nose and slip into something more comfortable (which totally means I will pee for the last time and slip into something extremely uncomfortable), I have to decide who I will be that night.

Will I be a virgin? Or will I be a whore?

Will I wear a silky white lingerie dressy-thingy, with matching panties, which will be slowly removed with kisses and gentle caresses?

Or will I wear a see-through, boob-lifting, fat-hiding lacey hot pink tight little skimpy dress, with no panties for easier access?

Should I be a scared little girl who has no idea what to do, or should I be a fierce lioness who has seen and caught her prey and pretends to fuck its brains out?

Should I be a calm sweet woman who wants to make love, or should I be a kinky little bitch who wants it hard from behind?

Should I reclaim a virginity lost on 8 December 2001 and consume our relationship the old-fashioned way, or should I take 11 years of fucking experience to bed with us?

I don’t know. I guess I will buy different choices and decide that very night. Or, I could change during the night. I can start out as the virgin bride who wants to be gently explored and discovered – and then, after my third or fourth orgasm, I might want to become the whore that every woman has inside her, and ride him until the cows come home…

Shit, dude, who are we kidding: after the 9 hour party, plus the 4 hours of getting ready before the party, at 2 a.m. the day after the wedding I will be so tired that I will just open up and want to get it over with…

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I live in sin with my fiancé, who is well-aware of this blog but refuses to read it. I'm OK with that. We have a good life together, we laugh, we fuck, we live. Recently, however, I took a friend's advice and decided to write all those things I've always wanted to write about, but was unable to due to social pressures. It's funny now, though, because I know for a fact she reads every single post, so now I am self-conscious of what SHE will think about me and the things I write. Oh, well. I try to not self-censor my posts, I try to use words that may entice your hands into going down your pants as you read, I try to let you live vicariously through my amazing sex adventures - sometimes good, sometimes not so good. But still - if I can at least arouse you with one post, I will consider your hard-on or your wet pussy my very own, personal Nobel Prize. View all posts by The Blogs I Can't Publicly Post

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