You arrive – heartbroken, lonely, anxious. And I’m fu**ing loving it. (Dom, sub, suggestion, fling, bdsm)

It was a beautiful day for a wedding, or so you thought. You were the blushing bride, dressed in white luscious lace from just below your knees right up to your shoulders. And your white velvet veil was stunning. It cost more than the dress.

You were made up to perfection and ready for the most enjoyable day of your life. Until one minor event – your groom, the man you’ve spent the last 4 years dating, didn’t turn up.

Your whole day was over before it had already began. You were distraught, heartbroken and cried all the way home. You barely slept. You had pep talks from your mum, dad, sisters. You were vulnerable.

You woke up the next day with your wedding make up still on. Your dad comes to your childhood room and says “who’s name was the honeymoon booked in? Maybe you should go, explore southern Turkey and discover yourself and your new life”. What a fantastic idea.

You jump up, smile for the first time in 24 hours. You feel sick, but excited. A weird feeling of butterflies. You pack your holiday clothes, your vibrator and your make up and set off for the solo trip of a lifetime.

On the plane, the depression starts to set in again. You feel sick to your stomach. You have involuntary tears of loneliness and anxiety running down your face. You look over the aisle to see me looking at your vulnerability and smirking. Are you an easy target for me?

Flash forward, we land, you make your way to the bus stop and jump on the bus to your hotel. You scramble off the bus and walk slowly up the hill to the entrance.

I’m outside, smoking a cigarette with exactly the same grin I had when we exchanged glances on the plane. It hasn’t left my face since.

I got a taxi to the hotel. I don’t take buses. I got there first and made sure I was waiting for you. Coincidence? Or did I know what hotel you were staying at?

You smile back at me this time and clamber into the hotel’s reception. I’m already checked in. The taxi is faster than the bus.

You are so overwhelmed by the thought of honeymooning solo, you didn’t know I’ve been planning my whole holiday around you. See you in the bar tonight.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/utrdzh/you_arrive_heartbroken_lonely_anxious_and_im