By HaremGirl
Date: 2012 Feb 25
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What NOT to do - on Your Wedding Night

What "Not to do" on Your Wedding Night
(A True Story)


A wedding night horror (My first husband) -
I was only 17 and quite stupid



They call it "The Honeymoon"
that special sacred night
when man and woman first embark
on that magical first flight

It's that very first offical day
That their wedding day allows
when the husband and his precious wife
will consummate their vows

And so it was that Day for me
It happened in December
A Momentous trip down Memory Lane
I always will remember

My Wedding Night was not the norm
on the night we first retired
I surmised that it all went wrong
and what truly had expired

It wasn't till many years went by
that He confessed the truth to me
expounding upon that awful night
In the city by the sea

So let's go back and I will tell
of Our Wedding night of bliss
The story is true and tragic too
with all that I had missed

We left our guests and drove down south
to Atlantic City's Beach
We checked into a resort hotel
in the HoneyMooner's Suite

We went to dine in elegance
but he flirted with the waitress
the lustful looks that they exchanged
You should have seen their faces

When he gave her gratuitious tip -
it was by hand clasp and by smile
she slyly slipped her phone address
he'd be calling her in awhile

He fell asleep while we kissed
upon returning to our room
I tried to wake him in erotic ways
but my hopes were turned to gloom.

In frustration, I gave up
and climbed into the bed
I pulled him close and fell asleep
but much to my fool dread

I awoke at three in the morn
To find that he was gone
The bed was empty and cold as ice
where he had laid upon

I called the desk and counted stars
in the darkened tar-oil sky
I didn't know just what to think
so I began to cry

This wasn't how I'd imagined it
that honeymooner's Sweet
How could he have left me now ?
Was he a cheating creep ?

Eventually he returned
to the confines of our bed place
where I had waited many hours
when he left without a trace.

I asked him where he had been
and where did he spent the night
He made up logical excuses then
that seemed to be alright.

He said that he couldn't sleep
and went downstairs to watch
the TV shows and the nightly news
and drink a double scotch

But in truth - he spent the night
with that waitress gal
while I was left with a pillow cold
and lost my sweetest pal

So my marriage to this Fella
started with all this mess
and I never knew the awful truth
till the day that he confessed

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Harem



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