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Wedding Night

A Story Every Day in 2024 27th July 209/366

By Rachel DeemingPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
Wedding Night
Photo by Jessica Favaro on Unsplash

I loved her.

I couldn't help it.

I was desperate that night. It reduced me to becoming a voyeur. Just a little peek.

She was beautiful as a bride and I desired her intensely as always. When I saw them leave the reception, I followed. After this, I vowed, I would stop and put her behind me.

I crept to the crack in the door and peered inside. I watched as they consummated their love, revelling in seeing her pert flesh for myself, writhing.

They didn't know I was there, sharing in it with them.

Passion spent, I slunk away.

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100 words

I know. I'm disgusted too.

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Rachel Deeming

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  • John Coxabout a year ago

    Ooookaaay. Glad we got that out of our system!

  • Caroline Cravenabout a year ago

    Ha! I love your comment at the end of the story! What a perv he is! Ha!

  • Ewww, that guy is soooo gross!!

  • Paul Stewart2 years ago

    Filth peddler, pal! haha. This was suitably unnerving.

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