What? The fulfilment of my fantasies. The man who will make me complete, teach me and help me become what he wants maybe even what i really am. To use...and fuck me like i've never been used or fucked before. A smile lights up my face as i think of you and i am aware of the wetness beginning to coat my inner thighs. At that moment a tall figure shadows over me stopping and a familiar voice says "Stand then so i might see all of you."My breath catches in my throat and my knees feel too weak to. I think the shock of it was what killed my Pop. He was too stunned to even put up a show of protest.So, Dear Diary, I guess I was destined to be a teenage bride. The Bride of Frankenstein. Weird Harold and I had one hell of a wedding, though. His dad got a special deal on the upper floor of a funeral home over on Ardmore, the Little Chapel of the Burnished Prawn. What with all the limousines pulling up in front, it looked like a Mafia chieftain had bitten his last linguini. The booze and food. Slowly lowering the skirt just past her belly button he bends down to kiss her stomach softly, moving the skirt lower. He reveals her black lacy panties and she can hear his breath take a sharp intake. His fingers slide inside the panties, rubbing her ass softly, moving his hands to her inner thigh. His fingers brush her pleasure spot through her panties. He feels the wetness coming through the panties and decides to take her panties off, so sliding his fingers on each side of her leg he brings. A friend of a friend had told me about this place - on Saturday nights, men were banned from the premises, and as a result the women felt like they could go all-out. Without any fear of the male gaze (“fear” wasn’t a word that made sense to me in that context ... but I suppose that’s why I’m not a lesbian) they would come in as scantily-clad as they liked, knowing that there was no one here to look at them but other lesbians.Other lesbians ... and me.It didn’t take me long to attract some.