Wedding Day Blues
By Wet Satin
Published and Edited with permission.
...I was now driving as fast as I could, "peddle to the metal" to coin a phrase. "Men are such BUTTHOLES!" I screamed at the top of my lungs while I drove with my wedding veil tugging in the wind as it drifted out the window. I had no idea where I was going, just where ever I could to get as far away from where I was. I rolled up the window so I could light a cigarette, catching my veil in it I ripped it off and threw it behind me, tearing it quite badly, "What the hell do I care, his parents paid for it!". I lit the cigarette and let up on the gas, there was certainly no need to get a ticket on top of all the other crap that's happened today. I thought about the nerve it takes to send your brother to the judge's office at the last moment and tell the blushing bride that the groom had found someone else better suited to his taste in women, how rude. In an obvious rage I immediately went to sell the ring, cubic zirconium, got for it, at least I got a genuine wedding gown out of the deal, at that moment the cherry fell off my cigarette and began burning a hole in the satin gown over my knee. I slammed on the brakes and pulled into a parking lot along the shore of a small pond with wheels screeching, jumped out and began to beat the ash out of the skirt, a nice little black hole stared back as if to mock me. I
slammed the door and headed for a bench by the pond to sit and think, I just noticed that the skirt was caught in the door as I heard the rip. I could fix the tear and maybe the hole too I thought, not quite ruined…yet. Of course, I said to myself, his parents paid for it and might very well want the gown back.
The day was bright and warm with just a hint of a breeze to rustle the skirt of the gown as I walked past the bench I was going to sit on and proceeded directly to the ponds edge. The expensive white leather pumps I was given sank slowly into the warm grey mud as I stood pondering my next move. The ooze soon covered my feet and kissed the hem of the designer gown they had bought for me, one thing was for sure, at least his mother had taste I mumbled as I took another step and sank to my ankles in the invitingly warm goo. My next steps left the nice shoes mired deep in the mud so I stuck my satin gloved hand into the mud to pull them out and tossed them back onto solid ground then took a few more steps, now into the water
I stirred up the muddy mess and it began to soak into the exquisite satin. "What am I doing?!" I said to myself as I retreated from the dress ruining muck and back to where the shoes now lay, "This is absolutely the most childish act I have ever contemplated." I picked up the shoes and turned to go back to the car, paused for a moment, let out a bone chilling scream as I threw the shoes as far as I could towards the car, turned again and ran full speed, then flung myself head first as far as my legs could, out into warm murky water!!
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The bride intentionally ruins her beautiful, designer gown in the muddy lake.
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I began to swim out into the water, gentle waves raced me as I began to laugh and splash in the warmth. Suddenly all my cares vanished and I felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I stood, it was only waist deep but I could feel the invigorating mud squish between my toes and could now see that the muddy water I'd stirred up was staining the gown a vengeful looking shade of gray. I moved back nearer the waters edge, plopped myself heavily into the shiny mud and scooped up a huge handful that I smeared across the satin bodice. I laid back and began to roll in the warm muck, covering every square inch of that designer gown with the rich scent of decaying organic matter, gray and smooth. With both satin gloved hands I piled mud onto the satin skirt as I sat until the lower part of my body was completely buried under it. "Oh how sweet is the smell of revenge!" I gloated as I tried to stand from under the weight of the mud and fell back into the swirling muddy water. I now lay in the water just a few feet from the shore, just deep enough that the gown was immersed but I could lay my head back and stare at the clouds slowly rolling across the sky above me. I lay there for quite awhile.
The day was still warm but the time was passing and I still had to drive back home with two stops along the way. I swam out into the pond and was amazed at how warm the water was even where I could barely touch the bottom. The gown, even though now a most unpleasing shade of dark gray, looked fabulous as it swirled around me with air bubbles under the skirt. Surrounded by the shimmering wet satin I could not ignore how beautiful it looked with the sunlight dancing both on the water and the wet satin! I found myself captivated by the eroticism of wearing a wedding gown while swimming in the little pond, not to mention the fact of having covered it with the rich muck a while before. To be very honest I found it strangely arousing in the naughtiness of my present situation, it felt so wrong but it felt so right!! I swam to the other side of the pond and crawled out onto the shore, the slow breeze cooling the satin against my skin felt quite
Invigorating as I stood in full view of the road, I noticed a car slow and the occupants staring at me, then back up to speed, theorizing about the sight they had just seen. I paid them no mind as I stepped back into the calm water, the wet fabric now billowed up around me as I moved deeper into the pond, I slipped into the water with arms outstretched, I could feel the bubbles run from under my skirt before I went under for a quick dip to rinse my hair.
Back on the other side I moved out of the water, the heavy feel of the drenched gown felt wonderful on my shoulders as I walked back to the car, slipped out of the dress, allowing it to plop onto the hot pavement and grabbed the change of clothes out of the back. Once suitably clothed I packed the dripping dress, muddy shoes and torn veil into a bag from the trunk and headed back the way I had come. I honestly felt allot better, don't know why I just did. I stopped at a laundry-mat on the way, washed the dress, shoes and veil at the same time so they ALL had the same shade of gray, dried them thoroughly to set the stain permanently and dropped the bag on his parents’ doorstep. Thinking back on the day I realized that I was spared a great deal of heartache later in life, like next week maybe, then stopped at a nice mall restaurant for an early dinner. While eating my dinner I noticed a new store across the way with grand opening banners and all the trimmings, "Wedding Gowns and up" said the banner. I'll have to stop in there very soon I thought.
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