1. A Wedding


    Date: 6/26/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Boys/Teen Female, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Prostitution, Reluctance, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 91.3, Source: sexstories.com

    A Wedding In the next century but one, when the Earth’s atmosphere has become poluted beyond imagination, in an ordinary City of three thousand residents Krista wakes on the morning of her wedding day. Kriska woke with the first light of dawn, the excitement already bubbling within her, her heart pounded as she pinched herself to make sure she was not dreaming but there on the door hung her long white bridal dress. Dreaming of that moment now but hours away, but the moment she had dreamed of for so long, her wedding, her moment in the spotlight, her day on centre stage the day she made her transition to adulthood. Quietly tracing the soft red silken cord with her finger tips she lay wondering what the next morning would be like, would her husband bring her breakfast, would she sleep, would she be able to adapt, would his breathing keep her awake. It was all so new, she had never slept with anyone before, except as a small child, Old fashioned high ceilings and the plaster mouldings, the mirrored panels and the antique oak closets, the familiar things, she gazed at them, she realised perhaps for the last time, tomorrow she would wake with Jonathan away from the antique pine chests, her communicator, and the display screens, and the pictures of her family, and of course of Jonathan. She knew Jonathan was a good man, her parents had assured her of it, his father and hers had been at Yale together, “a very fine boy,” her father insisted yet somehow he seemed distant, always the ...
    complete gentleman, never pushing the boundaries of propriety during their time together, always breaking away first when they kissed, always apologetic when he touched her. Her thoughts returned to the moment she realised she had become a woman, the red stain on her shorts as she played tennis in the air conditioned safety of the college gymnasium, away from the harsh cancerous glare of the sun. Jonathan had been chosen perhaps years before, she could barely remember when he was not to be her husband, pre arranged like the wedding dress, carefully chosen and regularly altered to remain a perfect fit ever since her virginity was certified when she was baptised by Rev Jones and her labia sewn by a licensed practitioner. Pushing the thoughts of her nuptials to the back of her mind she rose and caught sight of herself in the mirror, her long brown hair hung to her shoulders as she posed provocatively, she knew Jonathan would find her irresistible, and in a moment of madness she slipped the straps of her sheer silk negligee from her shoulders and let it flutter to the ground. She held her perfect breasts, pushing them out provocatively adding to the buzz of anticipation she already felt, and then squat down on her heels displaying her sex, she knew she would never need to entice a man this way but she felt reassured at the sheer crudity of what she saw. Her room was on the ground floor, the blinds drawn back, and Kriska never realised what an unbelievably erotic the show she had ...
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