The Bridal Shower

Ok, so I promised not to blog any of my stories but just this once I can break that promise:-)as always people, it’s all fiction. My vivid imagination at its best…enjoy! Any relations to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental:-)

When my sister got engaged, she was over the moon about it. All she could ever talk about was her fairytale wedding. I envied her a lot. She was the beautiful one in the family, since high school all the men wanted her; everything was always handed to her on a silver platter. And she was going to walk down the aisle soon and get all the attention once again. We always had our fair share of sibling rivalry, she always used to taunt me saying how I’ll end up single at forty living with cats and no man. What she didn’t know, what everyone didn’t know, was that I had a little secret, a secret I kept well hidden. To everyone I was a shy, quiet girl, but what they didn’t know was that I was Sasha, the writer of the sex column they loved so much from their favorite magazine! I was dying to tell my sister and all my friends about it, but it was one secret I didn’t want to reveal
My sister’s best friend and I planned a surprise bridal shower for her. Her best friend tried getting Sasha to come for the bridal shower, but all she got was an email from her saying she had other things to attend to. Still, I didn’t want to blow my cover, Sasha was the little devil in me that I liked keeping private. The day of the bridal shower arrived. I distracted her, took her for a spa treatment while the rest got everything ready at her house.
Bridal showers can be very intimidating for single women, and I was the only single woman among that pack of women. I call them packs, because women when alone, without men, with alcohol and sex toy giving as gifts for the bride to be always behave in a wild way. And so the debauchery began, I couldn’t believe how vulgar some married women would be after a few glasses of wine! “Maybe I shouldn’t have served strawberries, oysters and all that chocolate at the party” I thought to myself. They were filled with desire I could tell, so I decided to keep the male strippers on hold for a while. Regardless of the bridal shower policy; What happens here, stays here I didn’t want to cause anymore damage. They went on and on about their sex lives, giving my sister advice on what to do and what not to do in the bedroom. I sat at the corner, just staring at them in disbelief, but I was the single one, my advice was irrelevant at that point. We started playing games, where all our names were written down, passed around and once your name was called, you had to confess the best you had ever had. When my turn reached, everyone stared at me, pin drop silence around the room some looking shocked as to why they bothered asking me. I was nervous, and embarrassed at the same time. Maybe it was the wine getting to my head, but I sat there and started talking, vividly remembering each and every detail, as I trailed off to that night….
It was a cool summer night at the hotel by the beach; I was attending a Tantric workshop there. And there he was, this tall, light-skinned Creole, with the most beautiful, tantalizing lips I have ever seen. As he showed us all the tantric breathing techniques, all I could think about was to have him practice them on me. At the end of the workshop one evening, while I was sitting by the beach, he came up to me with a bottle of wine on his hands. We sat there gazing out at the stars, talking, laughing the night away. The night got chilly and we went back to the hotel, I invited him over for a nightcap and he readily accepted. He removed the sand of my feet, slowly and gently. I didn’t say anything. My silence spoke louder than words. The energy swarming around my heart was all for him. It was weird, but what I felt for him wasn’t lust. It was more love, sexual and spiritual, and I felt them all intermingle and consume me all at once. I closed my eyes as he released the dress from my body, dropping it to the floor. His eyes trailed me to the bed, as he watched me all stretched out on it..he then lit a few candles, dripped a few drops of cinnamon oil on the lamp beside the bed, as he walked over to the bedroom balcony sliding the glass door and letting the salty summer breeze engulf my bedroom. He softly kissed my forehead and asked me to relax.BAM! “What was that?”,the wind just kept banging the door as all the women at the bridal shower were anxiously waiting to hear what happened next. My glass needed a refill. Quickly they got some wine as I trailed back to that night before I was rudely interrupted. He tucked a pillow under my right knee and another under my left separating my thighs for clear we both inhaled deep into our bellies and exhaled as much air as we could..INHALE….EXHALE….as he twirled my lips all the way up, then all the way down,” breathe a little deeper” he kept whispering to me…I felt his energy moving from my feet all the way up to the crown of my head. Just then we heard a knock at the door. I forgot to cancel with the dancers who were meant to entertain us for the night. All the women there weren’t so keen on seeing them. They were eager to hear the end of my story, but it had to wait. The dancers were here for the bride, I could see my sister was getting agitated. She reminded everyone that they were all there for her bridal shower and not listening to my sexcapades. I didn’t want to ruin her bridal shower, the party continued as planned.
A week after the crazy bridal shower, it was finally the day my sister would exchange her vows to the man she chose to spend the rest of her life with. While she was busy getting her hair and makeup done, her best friend stormed inside the dressing room with their favorites magazine. She opened to Sasha’s column and started reading out loud; “He slid his finger stroking my G-Spot to my liking and satisfaction. He massaged me in an up and down motion, culminating the massage slowly, gently and passionately as tears streamed down my cheeks. I paused for a moment to feel his heartbeat” I hadn’t realized I was reading it out loud till everyone in the room turned and stared at me. My little secret was finally out! My sisters face turned whiter than the gown she was wearing. She had so many questions and time was not on our side. As she walked down the aisle looking all radiant, she caught a glimpse of a dashing light-skinned Creole man in the audience, and knew instantly that was him. After the wedding the whole bridal party pushed me aside bombarding me with questions. I stood up, looked at them and said;”All will be answered at the next bridal shower..that’s when they noticed the rock on my finger……

Peace and Blessings,Vionna


Words I said

It’s been a while since I last blogged, somehow I haven’t been inspired much lately been busy fighting my own demons within. Anyway I’m back now! Actually I’m just random blogging today over coffee while waiting for someone, some Lupe Fiasco playing in the background: Words I never said to be exact, it’s actually one of those songs that just touches me right there. Somehow it got me thinking about how lately I’ve said some words I wish I could take back, but I can’t.
You know that slip of the tongue moment when you say something over an argument, and you wish you could take it back? We’ve all had that foot in mouth moments that leave a bad taste in your mouth, when you cringe and can’t believe what you just said. But the power words have, is too immense, sometimes we may blurt out hurtful words without realizing the effect it has on someone. We’ve all been a victim of it one way or another, I know I have from being bullied in school way back, or from friends who make comments that hurt you I could go on and on, but I’m sure you get my drift.
As I write this, I’m sitting here waiting for a close friend of mine, who just called me and said she needed to talk to someone. You see, she’s been going through some verbal abuse from her better half. Personally, verbal abuse for me is worse than physical abuse, you see with the physical someone hurts you on the outside which is visible to all and sundry, but with verbal abuse, the words sink in on your emotions and mentally destroys, and makes you believe what someone says yet the damage is not visible on the outside. Yet I will sit here, offer her words of comfort tell her everything will be alright that she should get out of the relationship, but truth be told, I will tell her what she wants to hear, why? Because I fear she may not be able to handle the truth. If I may quote Lupe; “Fear is such a weak emotion that’s why I despise it, we scared of almost everything afraid to even tell the truth. So scared of what you think of me, I’m so scared of even telling you. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only person I feel safe to tell it to”. But this is one of those times I guess, the truth needs to be told no matter how hurtful it may be. What I’m trying to get at is that we need to choose our words carefully at times, we may not know the damage our words would cause, or how they would mean to someone. How many times do you work your butt off, or go out of your way for someone, yet they never show their appreciation and you’re left wondering if Thank you is such big word for some people to use? They don’t call them magic words for nothing, sorry and Thank you go along way. Or when someone is sick or lost a loved one, just being there to offer them a few words of encouragement always means a lot to them. I was going through a very rough patch the last couple of months, but what kept me going is comforting words from close friends sometimes bland piercing words that I needed to here, but it got me through my dark cloud. So go on, be nice and be careful about what you say, because you can never take it back, no matter how much you would want to. Let me take you to church a bit, in the book of Proverbs 15:2 it says; The tongue of wise ones does good with knowledge, but the mouth of the stupid ones bubbles forth with foolishness{ Can I get an Amen!} Well that’s my daily rumblings for today, as I’m here drowning in my regrets with words I wish I didn’t say to someone, I’ve learned to muzzle my mouth as it were while having arguments because it’s never nothing but words, you can never take them back. My friend is here now; please excuse me while I try to apply what I’ve just written here. As always,
Peace and Blessings, Vionna