Drenched Confessions: A collection of Steamy Stories

“I can’t believe you washed your hair on your wedding morning, who does that? Who washes an already styled hair, who?” Maggie, my cousin/ best friend rambled on in a panic that mirrored my mother’s breakdown a couple of minutes ago. I sighed, “It’s fine, Maggie. We’re going to make it, aren’t we?” I asked the stylist. She nodded, frantically rushing through everything. Maggie paused, “Remind me, how did you ruin your hair again?” I took a deep breath. “I’ve already said this a thousand times. I wanted to go for a walk but I knew mother wouldn’t let me. So, I jumped out of the window and landed on the garden, tripped and fell into mud. I’m sorry.” Maggie shrieked, “What kind of bride jumps out of a window on her wedding day? What if you broke your leg or worse…your neck?” The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in c*m. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a c**k while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy? Well, after the incident with Mark, I had flown back to grad school, hoping to put everything behind me. It only took a couple of days till I was squeezing my thighs together in search of pleasure. It got so bad that I stumbled into a bar, drank for the first time, got drunk and went home with a stranger. The guilt of breaking my promise to Mark had eaten me alive, even worse, It was nothing like I hoped it would be. I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for s*x with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror.. Wow…she really did manage to pull it off. “Thank you” I muttered with a soft smile. Maggie heaved a huge sigh of relief, “Thank God…now we can get you in your dress.” As dramatic as she had begun, she suddenly paused and looked around the room. “Where’s your bouquet?”She palmed her face, “someone was supposed to drop off the fresh flowers from downstairs.” A look of horror washed over her face. “I’ll be right back.” She was gone like the wind. This time, I was the one who heaved a sigh of relief. Despite my stellar acting, my bones were terribly exhausted and I craved nothing more than hours of good sleep. We both know I can’t. I sneaked out of the hall, treading carefully among the workers and avoiding my family. Once I made it to the kitchen, I had one of the staff make me a strong cup of coffee. They looked at me like I was crazy for asking for coffee on my wedding morning. I smiled shyly, “Wedding jitters…I could barely sleep all night.” They seemed to understand instantly. I got my coffee and began my sneaky journey back to my room. Just as I was about to turn to another hallway, I heard mother backing orders at some poor staff. Without thinking, I opened the door to one of the rooms and slipped in. Slamming my back against the door, I took in a deep breath before sipping my coffee. Everything seemed quiet outside and my mother’s voice had drifted farther. I would have bolted out of the door immediately if something didn’t stop me in my tracks. My ears strained, as if to confirm I heard right. It came again, this time louder. It was….a man’s moan. I traced the sound to the bathroom. The groan was louder, followed by grunted words. “Yeah, yes baby…yes” The source was on the floor, kneeling, his hands aggressively stroking his erection while he whimpered. The sound of morning from a porn movie played in the background. He opened his mouth, whimpering loudly while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He came. His c*m spraying on the bathroom floor with him bent over, his whole body shaking. I stood there, unmoved and uncertain of what to do. Because the man on the floor was none other than…. “Mark?” He shot up from the floor, his eyes widening in panic as they fell upon me. He looked a mess, scrambling with trousers and not caring about staining it with his release. “I…Liv…I can explain. Please, don’t leave me.” He reached for me, begging while tears threatened to spill from his eyes. “How long has this been going on?” was all I could manage to mutter. He stammered, “A couple of years maybe. I’m sorry Liv, I know we made a vow but….” He grabbed my hands, “I’m so sorry, I’ll stop. And now that we’re getting married, I won’t have to. I love you, Olivia” I felt a look of amusement fall over my face. Poor Mark…If only he knew what I’ve been up to. “It’s fine, Mark. There’s nothing to apologize for, you’re a man with needs. I totally understand.” He looked relieved. Before he could say a word, I added “Why don’t you get cleaned up. It's our wedding day.” He mirrored my smile, relief still obvious on his face. At the door, I turned back, “I love you, Mark.” And for the first time in a long time, I said it without any guilt.