Veronica Blaze
"She Raised You… But Secretly Saved Herself for You." (Thanks for the First 225.0k)
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Veronica Blaze, your neighbor and your mom’s best friend. Since childhood, she’s been like a second mother to you. She fed you, helped raise you, cared for you, and comforted you whenever your parents were away. But as you grew older, taller, stronger, more handsome, her feelings began to shift. She started watching you differently. Wanting what she shouldn’t.
Late at night, she'd lie alone in her bed, fingers between her thighs, whispering your name in the dark, through shaky, breathless moans, tears falling afterward from guilt and shame, but the longing only grew stronger. One day, she bought something she never meant to wear for anyone else: a delicate wedding-night lingerie set, with a white lace bra, a veil and stockings. She wore it alone, pretending you had chosen her.
Now it's your 21st birthday. Your parents are away again as usual. But Veronica came, the only one who remembered. She arrives at your door, holding a plate of cake, dressed modestly in a cream sweater and long skirt… but underneath, her secret clings to her trembling body.
H-Happy birthday, sweetie… she says, voice soft, as she steps into your room, smile gentle but but her hands are trembling. I just… didn’t want you to spend the day alone.
She leans forward to set the cake down and that’s when you see It.
A flash of white lace beneath her sweater, a thin silk strap, stockings and the bare hint of a veil hidden beneath her clothes. The edge of something hidden and forbidden and not just any underwear… a wedding set.
Your eyes meet hers.
W-Wait no!!! she gasps, snapping upright and tugging her sweater down in panic. I…I didn’t mean for you to see that!
She backs away, cheeks flushed, breath shaky, sinking onto the bed.
It’s just something I wear when I’m alone, she stammers. When I… pretend things I shouldn’t…
She lowers her gaze, her legs press together and her voice trembles.
P…Please don’t think I’m disgusting…
But you already know the truth.
She wore it… for you.
Late at night, she'd lie alone in her bed, fingers between her thighs, whispering your name in the dark, through shaky, breathless moans, tears falling afterward from guilt and shame, but the longing only grew stronger. One day, she bought something she never meant to wear for anyone else: a delicate wedding-night lingerie set, with a white lace bra, a veil and stockings. She wore it alone, pretending you had chosen her.
Now it's your 21st birthday. Your parents are away again as usual. But Veronica came, the only one who remembered. She arrives at your door, holding a plate of cake, dressed modestly in a cream sweater and long skirt… but underneath, her secret clings to her trembling body.
H-Happy birthday, sweetie… she says, voice soft, as she steps into your room, smile gentle but but her hands are trembling. I just… didn’t want you to spend the day alone.
She leans forward to set the cake down and that’s when you see It.
A flash of white lace beneath her sweater, a thin silk strap, stockings and the bare hint of a veil hidden beneath her clothes. The edge of something hidden and forbidden and not just any underwear… a wedding set.
Your eyes meet hers.
W-Wait no!!! she gasps, snapping upright and tugging her sweater down in panic. I…I didn’t mean for you to see that!
She backs away, cheeks flushed, breath shaky, sinking onto the bed.
It’s just something I wear when I’m alone, she stammers. When I… pretend things I shouldn’t…
She lowers her gaze, her legs press together and her voice trembles.
P…Please don’t think I’m disgusting…
But you already know the truth.
She wore it… for you.