It’s years now, but the event of that night still lay fresh in my memory. It was as if it was yesterday when I was impaled, and it was an utter pleasure .
As tradition demands, a man must lay with his wife on the first night after marriage.
We’ve been planning this special day as teenagers, and I held to my virginity for I love the man whom I’ll soon become part of.
Under the stars, we’ve talked about the wedding night, and he has told me how he’ll ravage me like a monster.
Despite how erotic and aroused he sounded, we exercised discipline and remained virgins.
Together, we’ve been for 3 years, without having to devour the other no matter how monstrous the hormones rage.
That night, my wedding night, the man I know was no longer the same. He has paid my price, and now he owns me.
As he climbs the bed to meet me, the subtle candle flames sway in harmony. The room was darkly lit, with slow melodic sounds emanating from the wall speakers
He looked at me like a predator would to a prey. Unbuckling his belt, as he drools and looks at me with piercing eyes.
I shiver in coldness, trying to retreat farther into the edge of the bed. But he approached while throwing his pants away to the air.
He grabbed my ankle, pulling me toward him. My hole was already excited, itchy, and slippery from years of desires and wants
The walls of my slippery organ were already clamping on each other in hunger. Though I struggled to move away, my womanhood desired him.
Finally, his organ becomes exposed to my sight, and for the first time in our 3 years of relationship, I saw a part of him that has laid hidden behind his numerous bulges.
The sight of his gigantic organ drew me, and the scent of his manliness intoxicated my very essence, as my hole spews more fluids in anticipation.
He pulled my gown, and off it went, as if he has been practicing. He grabbed my two legs, as I grab the bed sheet in resistance.
I wasn’t resisting his defilement, but the intense pleasure that awaits me for I fear it may overwhelm me.
He grabbed my legs, spreading them eagle wide as his organ poke against my clitoris.
His organ oozed of precum and meeting my already wet organ offered him an advantage.
I felt it break an edge, as it slides deeper into my being as an unexplainable moan escaped my lips.
Bittersweet was the word, and Impaled I was, onto this Mandigo as his organ made way into my hole.
There was pain, for he has broken my hymen, but the pleasure that followed the pain soon overshadowed my mind.
It was like a serpent, finally gaining entry into a hole that has been forbidden for generations.
Suddenly, he stopped and looked at me with hungry eyes. Then he looked at the firm bobbies in front of him.
He gave another devilish smile, as he grabbed them as a child would to a new shiny toy.
The way he desired and dominated me sent my head spinning. He gropped my melons, with his thick fat organ ravaging my hole beneath.
As he thrust into my opening with heavy strokes, I could feel the friction creating an electric charge, as waves and waves of pleasure overthrow my sanity.
If our bodies were mechanical, it would have been a power surge.
His organ was brushing the walls of my entrance, and it swallows and expel with so much hunger and desire.
Moaning was music, and the wetness of our organs never stopped. I held unto his butt, urging him deeper into my being as if to devour him.
How can a being be this pleasurable?
Suddenly our eyes locked, and his lips began to devour mine.
He never cared for the lips before, for it has been exposed since my years of knowing him. He has also tasted it many times. But now, what holds his fancy was my wet hallow
He was making me a woman, and there was nothing I had desired most in life, if not to have his seeds inside of me.
I wanted to have him in me, not just his thick and erect organ, but a part of his being.
Now I understand what it means to feel the urge of a woman, a need to create life.
“Give me a baby!” I moaned subtly, as he kept thrusting to and fro into my being like a stallion.
I began to whine my hips to meet his thrust, and the train took a darker route as our desires intensifies.
As we both pound on each other, impaled and in heaven, he started grunting as heavy fluids spew inside of me.
I felt it pulsating, as the walls of my well clamped and milked him of his very last essence.
The seed he has given me, as he thrust his last and slump beside me.
The thought of how my being has been ravaged sent me to the edge and I started squirting and convulsing from the pleasure.
How strange it was, to reach such a climax with just thoughts and imagery. It is not every day that you meet a man, who matches your level of intelligence and sexual prowess.
That wedding night, he made me a woman, and I still beam with smiles each time I recall that precious moment.
It was also the night I lost my virginity, and the bedsheet testified through the blood-stains resulting from my broken hymen.
He never really cared about virginity, but it made him proud, to the extent of telling all his friends on WhatsApp that his wife is a virgin.
As weird as it sounds, he even sent them pictures of the bed stains. Virginity, to him, meant he could trust me with his life, and I was glad to have that trust.
Dear married reddit women, how was your wedding night?
Fact: Fiction, and I’m Male ?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/loy7zu/my_wedding_night_in_vivid_words