Bride Dressed Undressed Novels & Stories

He slowly crouches down and lifts the hem of my dress, pulling it off my body so I can go wash off. He drags it carefully, making sure the fabric doesn't touch the fluid on my face. He pulls it off and folds it, leaving it on his shoulder. I'm totally naked in front of him, while he's all suited up like nothing happened. It's just crazy. He crouches down, his fingers gently undoing the buckles of my heels. It's just like how he does it when I was still married to him; the sight of it gets me giggling and covering my mouth.

Her eyes lifted instead to the mirror. The glass shimmered faintly, its surface warped by years. Her reflection appeared dim, wavering. For a long moment nothing shifted. Then, as if summoned, the image changed. She was still there, but not as she stood now. The woman in the glass wore a ring on her finger and a wedding dress that shimmered in the light, though no such light existed in the room. The veil covered her head, delicate and white. Bliss’s chest rose sharply. She stepped back, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. The image did not cry. It did not speak. It only looked at her with solemn eyes, as though holding a truth she had not yet learned.

They exchanged a look, and both of them saw the same panic reflected in the other's eyes. So they had known about Christine's ridiculous stunt all along. They had simply chosen to cover for her. My father frowned deeply as he looked at me with concern. I gave my parents a reassuring glance, silently telling them not to worry. Then, under the uncertain stares of everyone in the room, I reached out and pulled the mask off Haylee's face. "Oh my god! The bride isn't Christine!" "Then where's the real bride?!" Christine's father was the first to react.

he said and embraced her. He kissed her lips gently. She tasted of the wine they had just shared. He took off her dress slowly, good thing it was a simple wedding gown and not that complicated nonsense women called wedding gowns. He left her in her thong; she was not wearing a bra underneath the dress. He led her to lie on the bed and watch him undress. He took off his suit and shirt, allowing her watch his abs, he undid his pants and stood in underpants. “Come here already, this slow motion is killing me”

Playing their game. -Go away. -She said. Brahim stared at her, not understanding anything. The back of his hand caressed her warm cheek. "You're crazy," he swore. He didn't wait for an explanation, he certainly didn't care. The bride, dressed in her enormous, pompous and flashy dress, was left alone in the middle of the aisle. She felt a great emptiness inside her. It was the uncertainty of not knowing who she was or why she ended up in the hands of the Tonali brothers.

The morning after the wedding, Mary woke up and struggled to remove her wedding dress. The intricate beading and pearls, meant to symbolize well-wishes, made it nearly impossible to take off by herself. In frustration, she resorted to scissors, cutting parts of the fabric. Afterward, she took a shower to wash off her ruined makeup. Freshly cleaned, she dressed in casual clothes, not expecting Maximus to still be at home. She went in search of a vase to place her bridal bouquet in water. But as she entered the living room, she was startled to see Maximus stepping out of his room, dressed in an elegant black suit. He gave her a cold, appraising look before speaking.

Lucien asked kindly as he held the dress in his hands. “I would love that. Thank you,” I replied without hesitation. I wasn’t sure what to make of his marriage proposal but there was no denying that I was very happy in this moment. I decided to enjoy his attention and play the part of the overjoyed bride-to-be. Slowly Lucien unzipped and peeled my dress off my body with care. I moved my body to assist him as the dress that I was wearing slipped down my chest to my waist. Lucien sucked in a breath as his eyes feasted on my breasts. With how things are going, I guess this undressing and redressing process is going to take a while longer than I initially thought.

Her hunger was obvious. “This is pretty damn hot,” Dan whispered. “Have you ever seen this before?” Beth shook her head. “No. Never like this.” The groom climbed onto the bed and removed her garter. He peeled off her stockings slowly. The bride smiled and lifted her hips. Soon she was completely nude. Beth’s heart pounded. “I can’t breathe,” she whispered. The groom kissed up her leg, slow and deliberate. His mouth moved closer to her center. Beth crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her dress rode higher each time.

Images started to flash in my mind, and I strived to push them away. When I managed to take my revolting wedding dress off of me, I had wheeled the suitcase of the clothes that the servants back home and Mom had prepared for Ophelia with me before I entered the bathroom. Kneeling down to pull it open while keeping a hand on the towel to keep it held together, I was shocked at the sight that welcomed me at the open suitcase. Everything was made of lace and silk. The tucked garments were transparent, and barely there. They were a bunch of lace and fabric that was barely there to serve any aim of covering anything, let alone a human being. They were a bride's stuff.

It was worth a try. I released the strap I was toying with, letting it ‘accidentally’ slip off my arm. The outfit I'd chosen for this livestream—a sheer white ruffled camisole with a black mesh trim, black ribbons and faux pearls for straps— by some twist of luck, coincidentally matched what the ‘bride’ was wearing in the story, giving off a princess-like seduction.