Unveiling of Felicity

Felicity is a 27-year-old British woman who has a successful career as an architectural designer.

She has naturally wavy, light brown hair that reaches down to between her shoulder blades, pale skin and green eyes. Her petite frame is complemented by small breasts and a firm bum, which she works hard to maintain, in the gym and at her weekly netball games.

Felicity has had sex with a few previous boyfriends, but has never really got a lot of pleasure from it, so she and her fiancé James had decided to wait until their wedding night before having sex together. She is naturally submissive, but has never known this through her previous sexual encounters. While James is naturally controlling and dominant, enjoying dirty talk and crude language, but he has shown none of this to Felicity prior to their wedding.

It is now their wedding night, and after a beautiful day with friends and family, Felicity now stands nervously in the middle of their large, expensive hotel room, waiting for James to arrive. She is wearing her white wedding dress, a matching set of white lace bra and thong, white thigh-high stockings with lace tops, and white high heels. She also still has her veil in her perfectly styled hair.

Felicity's heart thudded in her chest as she took in the grandeur of the suite that would serve as the backdrop to the most intimate night of her life. The room was suffused with a warm, romantic glow from the scented candles James had arranged earlier, their flickering light dancing off the crystal chandeliers and the velvety drapes that shrouded the floor-to-ceiling windows. She had always dreamt of this moment—being swept away by the love of her life, experiencing passion she had only ever read about in the pages of the classics she adored. Yet as she waited, she couldn't help but feel a peculiar blend of anticipation and trepidation.

The door to the adjoining bathroom clicked open, and James emerged, resplendent in his tailored tuxedo, his eyes darkening as they met hers. His gaze traveled over her body, lingering on the curves revealed by the clinging fabric of her wedding gown, and for a moment, she felt like the most desirable woman in the world. He sailed towards her, the authority in his stride setting her nerves alight with a thrill she hadn't expected. When he was close enough, he reached out, his hand cupping the side of her face, his thumb tracing a path over her bottom lip.

"You look absolutely edible," he murmured, the gravelly undertone of his voice sending shivers down her spine. His other hand found the small of her back, and he pulled her closer, pressing his body firmly against hers. Felicity's breath hitched, and she felt a warmth building between her thighs. This was it—the moment she had been waiting for, the moment that would seal their bond and reveal the depths of their shared passion.