At Least He Didn’t Rip The Dress

Vivian Blake
6 min readFeb 17

February Writing Prompt Series: Lace

Photo by Alvin Mahmudov on Unsplash

Anticipation crawled under my skin, begging to get out. This was hardly our first time, but it would be our first time as newlyweds.

The moment the door closed behind him and we were safely in our room, his eyes turned to dark orbs of lust. The heat pounding in my core threatening to rip me apart. I was practically vibrating with the energy.

Vivian Blake

I write Erotic Fiction exploring numerous subgenres. There’s always romance, sometimes a little supernatural seduction, and plenty of spicy fun.