It seemed like a good idea at the time… which is what I told my fiancé four hours later.
The wedding was in two weeks, on December 30th (a strange date I agree, but with lots of family coming from great distances, it was the best choice…plus leaving all the snow behind for Hawaii was a great honeymoon choice).
I had no doubt become bridezilla with all the problems and complications thrown at me the past month. I won’t get into the details, but that old Murphy adage ‘anything that can go wrong, will’ had been proving itself nonstop right before my eyes. To make things worse (now I see in retrospect), I had decided our wedding night would be lots hotter if we both gave up sex after fucking each other’s brains out on November 30, and not having any at all during December until we’d tied the knot. By this time our abstinence was really getting on my nerves, but I had been reluctant to back down since I’d made such a big deal about it when I had imposed it on my fiancé Dwayne.
My bitchiness in addition to our abstinence had taken its toll on Dwayne, and I’d decided to make it up to him.