The In-Law Inside Me

Holly Day kicked off her heels, wincing as her thumb pressed into the bruise blooming across her arch. Her feet throbbed from hours in stilettos. She hooked her fingers inside the zipper of her bridesmaid dress and peeled it down, letting the satin fall open so cool air could hit her bare skin. The empty apartment answered back with silence. Her sister had a husband. She had a drawer of silicone. The unfairness pressed hot under her ribs. She slid the nightstand drawer wide, chose the heavy dildo she usually saved for nights she hated herself a little, and felt its weight settle in her palm. If she had acted this afternoon… one knock on the groom’s door while he stood only in black boxers, the outline of his cock already visible. A quick downward glance. “You’re big,” she would have said, just once, the tone half-teasing and half-serious, and the look on his face would have done the rest. The door would have clicked. Her fingers would have followed the band of his waistband down until they curled around warm, living flesh instead of silicone. But she had waited too long. Holly leaned back against the pillows, spread her legs, and sank the toy in one steady push, biting her lip against the stretch. With each thrust she imagined his hand replacing hers, his voice asking whether she wanted it harder, whether she wanted to come for him. The real thing had slipped away before the ceremony even started. Now the only thing filling her was battery-powered and indifferent.