Baroness’ Wedding Night

The following piece was presented at Jersey City Writers’ literary event – Steamy Summer Nights: An Erotic FanFiction Reading. Please enjoy.


He gently opened my jaw and fully explored every inch of my mouth with his soft tongue. He explored me more than he ever had before.  I relaxed and melted into the moment. Then I felt confident enough to explore him as well. Once I started, the fear went away and it seemed so natural.

First he ever so gently rubbed my neck and upper back while whispering sweet words of love and devotion. I felt his hands softly on the the zipper of my dress. I was standing before him in just my thin, white slip.

He gently pulled my head up to meet his gaze. He began to place soft sweet kisses all over my face. That definitely helped me relax a bit. He pulled back and placed my hands over his. He then began to unbutton his shirt below my hands. Eventually, he dropped his hands and allowed me to take over.  I was nervous but I tried to confidently follow his lead. I undid the rest of his shirt and it fell from his shoulders.  I was struck breathless. He has a perfect belly. It is completely solid muscle without the slightest hint of unevenness.

For at least a minute or more, I just stood in awe and admired it.  Before I knew it he was standing before me in nothing but white cotton underwear. My first reaction was embarrassment. Part of me felt shocked. I still find it rather embarrassing to write. I know I shouldn’t be by now, but it is still new to me.

I also felt awestruck because I did not expect Georg to have such, oh dear how do I put this? I was not expecting Georg to have such extensive essence or maleness.  I realize that I have never seen any man’s essence. However, even though I am that naive, I could see instantly that Georg is definitely far above average in that category.

He gently removed my underwear. I can’t describe how I felt nor did I even I know what I was supposed to feel. How should one feel seconds before losing their virtue?

He slowly entered into me, and we became one. I felt a sharp searing pain that filled that whole region of of my body. This was not discomfort — this was pain!

After a few moments, I could feel the pain gradually subsiding. What happened to my body next was nothing short of earth shattering. Earth shattering is an understatement. My body was a towering inferno of pleasurable impulses.  The deep waves of pleasure were beyond my control. I felt a quivering sensation in every last one of my muscles.

I kept thinking that it couldn’t get any better. However, seconds later it was twice as electrifying. It kept building and building at a rapid rate. I had no idea it was even possible for a body to feel such extreme pleasure.

There was only one problem if one can even call it a problem. Things were happening so quickly and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I had to release it but I wasn’t sure how. Luckily Georg noticed my dilemma and gave me guidance. I was relieved but it was bordering on uncomfortable.

I cried out all the emotions I have been feeling not just tonight but for the past few months. The emotions just poured out of me like a raging waterfall. It felt natural without a trace of self consciousnesses. My body — drenched in perspiration — wanted to collapse from the exhaustion. The hair around my temples was moist.

Out of exhaustion, I laid my head on Georg’s divine belly. Oh how I love his belly! His belly was still red and glistening with hints of remaining perspiration. Even his arms looked red from warmth and high blood pressure. Georg was the first to speak. He dearly exclaimed, “Well done, Baroness!” I felt such relief that all I could manage was a laugh of release.

I felt compelled to compliment him “Oh darling, you have the most sublime belly I have ever seen!”

He burst into hysterical laughter, “My love, I have the ONLY belly you’ve ever seen!”

Well, he did have a point there. “OH! Yes well, I still love it anyway!”

I think I’m finally ready to go to sleep. In closing I’ll say that when we arrived, I was a scared newly married woman. When I looked in the mirror the next morning with my red face and mussed hair, I saw Baroness Maria Von Trapp.


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