DIRTY SHORT EROTICA STORIES FOR WOMEN

Happy Ending

My purse appeared much lighter than it had earlier in the evening, and my feet were aching. However, I longed for this evening to last forever. Not just because it was my birthday or because it was the first wild night out I had since my ex-boyfriend and I split up six months earlier. It was because I could finally be who I wanted to be! I had spent the majority of my previous relationship running around and doing everything in my power to ensure that my man felt loved and happy.

It felt so good to let my hair down and dance the night away with my best friends eleven years later. I laughed, I wept, and I sang loudly and out of tune, but for the first time in a long time, I felt so alive. I liked being single very much.

Just as I had determined that I could adjust to being on my own, you showed up. Your best friend accompanied you as you made your way toward my friends and me as you entered the crowded room. I knew there was something about you the moment my eyes met. I could tell you felt something about me that was similar to yours!

A portion of me desired to escape by hightail! And I almost did! But the way you smiled at me and the gentleness in your eyes drew me in .You frightened me! You did, in fact! In addition, it was not intimidating. When you asked me if I wanted to dance, you automatically held my hand in yours as I reached for yours. It didn't matter that your movements were awkward. My best friends laughed as I tried to make a male organ out of a carrot with just my teeth because I just loved being there with you in that moment. My own urge to laugh at my rather drunken attempt to create my masterpiece nearly caused me to choke! Then it was on to the next hen's night, where everyone had to design the best wedding dress while draping them in toilet paper. Despite how ridiculous we must have appeared, my Aunt Frieda filmed our drunken efforts all the time with as much seriousness as she could muster!

We had decided to have the hen's night a few nights before the "Big Day," which made me so happy. In my entire life, I had never felt so sick! And horribly overindulged!

We girls were surveyed by Madame Louise Madonna with such precision and focus. We were all doing our best to remain completely silent. After all, Madame Aden’s was regarded as one of the best hairdressers for weddings! Additionally, it was regarded as a privilege and honor to submit to such an "Artiste."

"Darling! You look so gorgeous! “Me," Madame Madonna exclaimed to the bride to me.

She was correct; I looked absolutely stunning! I was eternally grateful that I had not applied any makeup to my skin as tears of joy and gratitude rolled down my bare cheeks. On my special day, I couldn't afford to have a smeared panda face!

My freshly made-up face was held in her hands by my mother. She was beaming with pride as she watched her only daughter become a blushing bride. The corners of her eyes were sparkling with tears. Presenting me with "something blue," a delicate gold chain adorned with a stunning sapphire. A family relic that was passed down from Rosa, my great-great-great-grandmother, in the 1800s.Of which I would wear with satisfaction. Sadly, the aching absence of my father, who passed away only two weeks ago, would be felt by many, including myself. His double-breasted suit, made by his old friend and talented tailor Gust off Omani the third, would have made him look magnificent. My Uncle Joseph would perform the honor of walking me down the aisle in his place.

Taking a final look at the woman I had become, all dressed in her finest attire—a ball gown-style gown that was both regal and romantic. My stunningly styled hair completed my appearance as a fairy tale princess. To truly complete the look, my shoes had to, of course, sparkle a little! As I left my dressing room and made my way to my carriage—a real horse and carriage—a faint whiff of Old Spice, my father's favorite perfume, filled my nostrils. He was, in spirit, with me, I knew.

When my grandparents first moved to our hometown more than 60 years ago, we had selected a charming little church that they greatly cherished. While my grandmother played the organ and sang with the church choir every Sunday morning, my grandfather helped maintain the church and its sprawling grounds. Naturally, they had both passed away since. But the church they had taken over as their own still felt their love and energy.

Marcus stood there waiting for his bride. He tried to control his emotions by moving his feet side to side. In a suit, he felt out of place and uncomfortable. Additionally, he dreaded getting up in front of large crowds. But Marcus wanted to make this day special for the person he loves the most. And he would do just that, even if it meant getting married in a suit and stepping outside of his comfort zone!

I glanced over at my bridesmaids seated across from me as the horse-drawn carriage made its way up to the church doors. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to risk getting all emotional and crying. Wreaking havoc on my face and, possibly, dress with all of that heartfelt emotion! My grin said it all. It was an honor to have my best friends, who were with me when Marcus and I first saw each other, here now. The day when I would be called "Mrs."

Even though everything was very real, it felt like a dream. I hadn't thought about having another relationship in a very long time because I was heartbroken. I had persuaded myself that it would be fine to be single. However, love sneaks up on you when you least expect it in a funny way. And I for one am pleased that you discovered me!