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The In-Law Inside Me
Holly Day fumbled with the zipper on her bridesmaid dress, the silk sliding down her back like relief after hours of pretense. She kicked off her heels, toes curling against the floor, the ache in her arches matching the hollow inside her chest. Everyone expected her to smile. Her sister had married well. But all Holly felt was the sting of absence, the sour taste of watching someone else claim what she wanted. She'd stared too long at the groom that afternoon, the curve of his jaw when he laughed, the way his hands held the ring like he knew what he was doing. She could have knocked on his door before the ceremony, caught him half-dressed, and let the moment tip. It would have been simple. A hand on his chest. Compliments that landed like promises. She would have drawn the line herself: just once, just this, no one ever knowing. Now the dildo lay cool in her palm. Holly stroked it, thumb tracing the head, already picturing the way he might have sounded when she worked him open. She pressed the tip between her legs, breath catching. The toy slid in with practiced ease. Her hips lifted. She didn't bother with romance this time, only the steady thrust and the wet sound of it filling her. She came fast, sharp, quiet, the image of his face the last thing behind her eyes before the room went still again.
Holly Day fumbled with the zipper on her bridesmaid dress, the silk sliding down her back like relief after hours of pretense. She kicked off her heels, toes curling against the floor, the ache in her arches matching the hollow inside her chest. Everyone expected her to smile. Her sister had married well. But all Holly felt was the sting of absence, the sour taste of watching someone else claim what she wanted. She'd stared too long at the groom that afternoon, the curve of his jaw when he laughed, the way his hands held the ring like he knew what he was doing. She could have knocked on his door before the ceremony, caught him half-dressed, and let the moment tip. It would have been simple. A hand on his chest. Compliments that landed like promises. She would have drawn the line herself: just once, just this, no one ever knowing. Now the dildo lay cool in her palm. Holly stroked it, thumb tracing the head, already picturing the way he might have sounded when she worked him open. She pressed the tip between her legs, breath catching. The toy slid in with practiced ease. Her hips lifted. She didn't bother with romance this time, only the steady thrust and the wet sound of it filling her. She came fast, sharp, quiet, the image of his face the last thing behind her eyes before the room went still again.