“She was exquisitely beautiful,” he told her. His tone intensified as the tale unfolded, eyes fast on Brooke, playfulness giving way to something more steely. “Quite the perfect summer bride in pristine white, swearing solemn vows to God before a church full of onlookers. They’d have imagined her devoted to her handsome groom and maybe she was in her own way. But she and I had unfinished business. Business we concluded to my satisfaction before the reception was done.”
He paused to let the words permeate. She stared at him confounded. “You …”
“… Fucked her, Brooke, on the nuptial bed. The groom was busy holding court to family and friends downstairs, happily unaware that I was in the bridal suite buried to the balls in his new wife.”
Jake Malden is a freelance journalist and writer based in London. He has been experimenting with erotica both on the page and off for some years and has a growing number of titles available. His interests, aside from the staringly obvious, are theatre, cinema, literature, fitness-training and travel (particularly back to his native Ireland). He is an enthusiast of juicing, in every possible sense.
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