Wedding Night

I loved her.

I couldn't help it.

I was desperate that night. It reduced me to becoming a voyeur. Just a little peek.

She was beautiful as a bride and I desired her intensely as always. When I saw them leave the reception, I followed. After this, I vowed, I would stop and put her behind me.

I crept to the crack in the door and peered inside. I watched as they consummated their love, revelling in seeing her pert flesh for myself, writhing.

They didn't know I was there, sharing in it with them.

Passion spent, I slunk away.

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100 words

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