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



  1. I just want to say this….I was online surfing for ideas on what to do with my hair for my wedding…natural look, when I came across your blog. As I read, I was like, she’s gotta be from Kya and sure enough…”Nyali” at the end and the work “kiosk” confirmed my guess. I looooove your blog and the way you write. I will be reading more if they keep coming.

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