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The Importance of Honor
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The morning of our wedding day dawned bright and beautiful with not a hint of rain or anything else that might ruin our special day. As the time neared for the ceremony, I quivered with excitement- I would finally know him as my husband. I would finally have proper love made to me. It was all I could think of. I remember very little of the ceremony, just his saying that he took me as his bride and his kiss that he restrained to the point of barely touching my lips with his. He seemed so aloof now that we were saying I do… I then realized that our coming together would have to wait until all of the festivities were finished and we took our leave from my father’s house. I wondered if he would ravish me as soon as we boarded the schooner or could …show more content…
I associated the word gentle with the soft, supple, slippery thing that had nearly driven me crazy with desire. I lay back and closed my eyes, expecting a repeat of what I had experienced in La Nouvelle-Orléans. What I got was not that. Maybe it was gentle; I did not think so. It was definitely painful. As I lay there expecting hands and lips to drive me insane, to make me want something deep inside of me, he spread my legs and slowly inserted himself into me. My pleasure place became a pain-filled space. Thankfully, it only lasted a few minutes. I could not stop the flow of tears nor the anger that rose in me at his selfishness. I knew what pleasure could be derived from the touch of a human hand, lips, and tongue. I felt slighted, left out. I felt used with a capitol U, and as he snuggled next to me, content in his selfishness, my anger grew. “What the hell was that?” burst from my lips before I could stop myself. Then the words just kept coming. “You said you wanted to pleasure me; that was NOT pleasurable in the least! Maybe it was for you but not for me.” Startled, Louis sat up and turned to me. “What were you expecting, my love. I’m sorry I hurt you, but it is always painful the first
“I once attended a wedding and met a young fellow sort of like you,” where was he going with this, “he had a good life but died young, I could see that something deep inside of him was bothering him.” I told him “No, my love's too strong for Fatima and I must pursue my wedding.” Then I told him“Thank you for that advice but please, don't speak of this again, he said “Ok, congratulations on the marriage, I wish the best of luck to you.” I felt something in my pocket, no it couldn't be, it was my omens. I walked outside and it was almost time for the marriage ceremony, I felt so happy that situation was dealt with and I wanted to see my wife in her beautiful dress more than I wanted a another glass of water.
He ran his soft hands over my lower back and moved them down to caress my legs, this sending movement through my upper calves. Being so close to him was ticklish, yet pleasurable… Evolving me to wince at every touch. The pleasurable side almost always overcomes the tingling ticklish side of being in the arms of someone I cared about so much. Just the thought of him- the way his smile lit up his whole face, and how he only smiled that way around me. We spent a lot of time squandering about, but every moment afterwards left you wanting more. When I wasn’t with him, my mind traveled to him. The thought of being surprised that his feelings were mutual had always stuck out. All of his charisma, and quirkiness piled together to make him. Being himself,
I approached my cheek to her lips; she would not touch it. She said I oppressed her by leaning over the bed; and again demanded water. As I laid her down--for I raised her and supported her on my arm while she drank--I covered her ice-cold and clammy hand with mine; the feeble fingers shrank form my touch-the glazing eyes shunted my gaze...
"I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the supersensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there.
For the thirteenth time that afternoon, I found my face and cheeks squeezed between old black hands, each finger glittering with my tribe’s traditional rings. My lips had bunched like a fish’s, forcing me to inhale so deeply that I could taste the perfume coming off my Great-aunt’s neck on the back of my tongue.
Finally after what seemed like years, I walked out to greet my new father-in-law and my new wife. I shook his hands as he gave away his youngest daughter to start our own family, and then I reached out for the arm of my bride. Together we walked the rest of the way down the aisle and stood in front of the pastor’s
As night comes, the moon shines in its prime, without a hint of any clouds indicating a beautiful clear, night sky. Dismissing the fact that a terrible downpour of rain, washed upon the land. The ringing of crickets could be heard, indicating a peaceful moment. But front within the village of Phelea, murmurs could be heard from all around, the courtyard filled with people from the small village, a sudden gathering seems to be irregular to them. As they too were surprised to hear about the sudden call to attention.
“What pure beauty have I found alone in this perfect world?” Theo’s voice is like the gates of heaven as he speaks. Genevieve is wearing a white dress with flowers embrowned. Her shoulders are hunched and her neck is long. Her black hair is slicked back into a bun, and her eye makeup is dark and strong.
Before I could say anything. You said, I looked beautiful and you were so happy I was going to be your wife. You made me feel so beautiful and writing this letter to you today makes me tear up, remembering that moment. You are such a great husband, and you make me feel like the luckiest woman in the world. During our ceremony, while standing on the beach,
Oh, yes, encircling me in his wide arms, absolutely I have no regrets choosing you, you made me wild in the bed, your light bluish eyes, clear and fair skin, your peach shaped face with a dimple flits from cute to beautiful when you smile. You were great and enough for a man to make him wild, beautiful enough to tease you, enough for you to make someone tangos and help to fuel a revival of interest in life’. ‘You make me blush, if this is so, then why don’t you keep me here for the rest of my life. I don’t mind being your concubine?’. I said with a little sad face.
I've never felt something so magical, and amazing, not even in my entire existence. It was so overwhelming, and hear throbbingly perfect I wanted it to last forever. It only lasted for a couple seconds, before he broke away, and stepped back. I looked down, and sighed.
The ceremony was simple. They spoke the old-fashioned, traditional wedding vows, and Pastor Luke’s sermon was inspiring. At the appropriate moment, Joe tipped up his wife’s chin and planted a chaste kiss on her lips. Lisa almost giggled at the expressions on the faces of the guests, who had expected a more passionate clinch. “We’re not putting on an exhibition!”
It’s about 7:45 P.M. April 15, 2015. Jasmine is calling my name asking if I’m ready to go. As I’m trying to put all the loose ends together, I think I’m ready. My hair is done in a curly up do with a thin white braided hair band, makeup rushed but it will do, and I’m wearing a knee length white dress. Just a simple white dress, form fitting, made from a linen type of material. My stomach is turning and twisting. As my mind is racing we make way to the park. Jasmine seems to be more eager than I am. As we arrive to the park my legs are a trembling mess. I feel like my mind is in a state of chaos. As I feel my chest pumping harder and harder, it feels tighter and tighter. This day will mark a very important day for the rest of my life. Today is the day I marry my husband. On this day my family becomes one.
I finally had to eat something light before my stomach ate itself, although I don’t know that I was fully hungry, or if I was just nervous, either way I ate a chopped up apple and yogurt with granola being very careful to not ruin my makeup. After eating a light breakfast the moment I had dreamed of as a child came, putting on my wedding dress. I had been waiting for that moment for such a long time, theres something magical about trying on your wedding dress the day of the wedding, it makes everything feel complete and whole. When I looked in the mirror looking back at me was a beautiful young woman that was full of excitement and happiness that made me get emotional, I had to force back tears for I didn’t want to look like a clown with makeup running down my face. By that time my aunts and uncles showed up to celebrate with the bride and make a toast. The pink champagne was so satisfying when it went down my throat, it felt cool and light that I could’ve easily had another glass, but I wanted to pace myself I still had a long day ahead of me. The photographers wanted to do pre ceremony pictures outdoors which was awful due