Novel & Cerita Female Wedgies

Six months later… Joana looked into the gift that the evergreen river had gifted her for her wedding day. It was a magic mirror that allowed her and any other vampire to see their reflection. She looked into it and saw how beautiful she looked in the magical flowery dress the pixies had made for her for her special day. This gift was truly a keeper and she sure would cherish it.

Will you marry me? Our coworkers from the research institute stood nearby, cheering. "Mr. Jacoby's got everything—young, successful, romantic, and loaded. I'm so jealous! Mabel, just say yes!" "Who knew we had such a devoted guy here? Eight years together? You two have to get married now!" "Marry him! Marry him! Marry him!" I stared at Leonard, at all of them, completely detached from the celebration. This should've been the moment I'd dreamed of for years, but it just felt ridiculous.

I had cried for him countless times, and this was only his first time crying for me. When he used to get beaten up, I would bandage his wounds through tears. When he bought me that exact bracelet, I cried as I thanked him. And during those eighty-eight failed weddings, every single time he abandoned me to run after Rita, I would sob until I couldn’t breathe.

He shielded Guinevere as she looked up at him, puzzled. His hand slid to his phone and he typed fast. Ian looked in Ace's direction as he gestured toward the girl who was checking out the dildos. "Shit," Ian mouthed as he quickly pulled his wife away. "Let's check out some handcuffs," he said as he led his wife to the bondage section. "Who was that?" Guinevere whispered to him. He bent down and whispered against her lips. "Wendy Charles."

She wasn't nearly as bad as Mrs Helvig because she didn't participate in more dangerous activities against the law but Laura definitely had the adrenaline junkie genes from her mom. Before she was married to this tightwad, Mrs Helvig was a free-spirited young lady who started her own biker gang, famous for terrorising the highways and outracing the police. Having a female biker wasn't very common but Mrs Helvig proved that she could outrace any man on two wheels and earned herself the nickname "Freya". She never wore a helmet when she rode and the flaming red hair fluttering in the wind made her look like the charismatic Nordic goddess of war.

*** Frederick dial in his girlfriend, Natalie after meeting with Laura. [Hello, darling! I miss you so much.] [I miss you too.] [Darling, I wanna tell you about something. I met with my college Friend, Laura today.] [So?] [What do you think if I date her and then marry her?] [What? Are you crazy? We are still in a relationship!] said Natalie with anger over the phone. [Calm down, darling! She came from a wealthy family. I will marry her just for money and when I already got what I need, I will divorce her and marry you. I am going to tell you more about this when we meet, okay.]

Bernard sat beside me, his expression unreadable, but his grip on my hand never wavered. He had a distant look in his eyes as he spoke, "I just had a dream where something bad happened at the wedding." His grip tightened around my hand. "Hannah, dreams are the opposite of reality, right?" I smiled, saying nothing. Bernard tried to steady himself. "We're getting married tomorrow. What could possibly go wrong?" Indeed. What could possibly go wrong?

I was one in a million women who remained a technical virgin a week after the wedding. My attention dragged again to Maezy when I heard her continue her explanation. "If you want the sense of full, penile penetration, here's the monster size. You call it a dildo." I got horrified when I looked at the size, imagining what Zed's possession looked like. I never dared to look at him fully, nor did he allow me to look at him. He only allowed me to hold him, but we did it under the covers. I no longer listened to them as Maezy continued discussing cock rings, G-spot stimulators, and many others. All I wanted was to go home and be with my husband.

I was about to complain when I was surprised by Dominic lifting me off the ground and holding me in his arms. "Wait, what..." I began to say. "Stay calm and laugh as if you find this very funny," Dominic whispered softly in my ear, and just as I was about to protest, he added, "We have an audience." I glanced sideways and saw a blonde woman observing us curiously. Yekaterina Pavlov. Immediately, I put my arm around Dominic's neck and gave him a relaxed smile. "I thought we could only do this on our honeymoon, partner," I teased, pretending not to be affected by the closeness.

“Jess says you owe her five orgasms for that comment about her getting fat. She also claims to love you for some reason and says she will talk to you later.” Sed grinned. “She still hasn’t figured out that I sometimes say shit to piss her off so she’ll ‘punish’ me.” He finger quoted punish. “Making that woman come is a privilege, not a punishment.” “When’s the wedding?” Reagan asked. Sed lifted his brows and stared at the ceiling as he made a mental calculation. “Eighty-seven days.” “Are you doing anything special?”