MasukThe air is still and the night is quiet, yet here I'm with sweaty palms and trembling nerves, struggling to hold myself still. Do you know what people do on their wedding night?Yeah, they fuck.
"Oh good Lord, Amber! Stop overthinking it," Sister Elise scolded me when she escorted me to my father, "it's just how it is, Amber. Nothing less and nothing more,”“But, is it? All colors in this place have meaning to it, how could white not? It do
Wow...I don't know what to say. It was just--, WOW!
I'm no longer a virgin, after all. My innocence has been stolen from me. And they knew. So there is no point in such a prep-talk.Perhaps, I would be so much more interested in how to not kill myself talk. If there is.
How long have they kept me here? I asked myself, how long I have been here?
I jump out to dry myself, and throw whatever I could find. Then rush to the window to peek through thigh draw curtains. From an inch-gap, I can see fire, flaring here and there out of the window.Emerging from the distance, floating beautifully in the dar