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| She's a good girl...; James/OFC 1988. | |
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| olyamet | Aug 28 2011, 06:43 AM Post #1 |
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Let's Dance
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Band: Metallica, James/OFC Type: Hetero Warnings: You know me... so... the usual... Sex, swearing. Disclaimer: All events are entirely fictional. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1988 San Fransisco, CA. The gig was at it's peak and I was basically crucified on the rail by the mass of fans pushing behind me. At one moment I even thought I was going to pass out when a specially strong push pressed my chest to the metal beam, squeezing the air out of my lungs. I looked up, trying to breathe in, and stumbled on the pair of blue eyes set on me. Lips turned with a wicked smile, making my legs weak and I almost collapsed, feeling a wave of heat raising up to my face and splashing down to the pit of my stomach. He just looked at me.... Oh... my... dear.. God... James Hetfield just looked straight at me... and smiled... HE LOOKED AT ME!!!!!!! I was in total euphoria for the rest of the gig, and caught a few more glimpses, every single one of them send me into a flush of heat. When the band said their goodnights, I turned on my weakened legs, ready to follow the other people to the exit, when someone's hand landed on my shoulder. “Want to meet the band?” An older heavy set man, dressed in the bright yellow jacket of the road crew smiled at me. My brain froze and all I could push out was a weak, “Mmme...?” “Just follow me.” He opened the gate in the railing around the stage and I stepped into the forbidden zone, barely moving my suddenly numb legs. Meet the band... I'm going to meet the band... I'm going to meet Metallica!!!! FUCK!!!!! It's the best day of my life! I followed him through the long corridor, feeling my heart flipping somewhere in my stomach. The words that I would love to say to them ran wild in my mind, jumping over each other. I love your music, it means a lot to me... it helped me through so much... when my parents divorced.. no... that's stupid... just say.. the lyrics had such a deep connection with my life... no... they don't need to know about my life... oh, God... I'm going to make a fool out of myself, aren't I? I'm going to be a babbling moron... in front of my idols! Panic gripped me, freezing an ecstatic emotion on my face, and a few guys we met on the way looked at me with knowing smirks, adding to my head-spinning happiness. By the time we turned the corner and ended up by the room with a wide open door, I was at the point of passing out from excitement. My hands were shaking and I quickly tucked them into my pockets, hoping no one would notice my on-the-verge-of-screaming state. The roadie pushed me in, winking with a crooked smile. “Make yourself at home and don't be shy, the guys will be right in.” I swallowed and turned to see other lucky fans in room, and the few girls who were already there turned to look at the newcomer. My eyes trailed over the overdecorated faces to the opposite wall and my smile diminished. We were in a big shower... Wait... why..? I gasped when some tall girl with long blonde hair pulled my arm, painfully squeezing it in her claws. “Hey newbie, just so you know the rules. James is mine first, you can pick anyone else but him, unless he chooses to fuck you. And you better stay outta my way. Got it?” “Whaaa... what do you mean?” I saw a few girls quickly undressing and backed up to the door in sudden realization of just how we were going to meet the band. The blonde smirked at me. “What? You thought they invited us here to talk about music? Talking will be the last thing you'll do here, but don't worry, your mouth will get plenty of work.” She laughed, pulling her shirt off and turning to the rest of the group. I stepped back once more, my heart racing in my chest. Oh... God... what did I get myself into? The blonde looked back at me, smirking, and I stepped back again, running into the roadie who brought me here. “What's the matter, babe? Start stripping, the guys are waiting!” I felt his hands sliding on my side and firmly grip at my butt. “I... I need to use the restroom...” I pushed out and his lips slid into a predatory smile as his hand gripped my ass and his eyes slid over my chest. “Last door on your right, and don't be long, James requested you in person, if you know what I mean.” He licked his lips and let me go. I ran to the end of the corridor and pushed the door open, almost falling on the floor. I closed the door and hit it with my forehead. Stupid... how stupid!! Why on Earth did I think that I would be able to tell James all about his songs, which meant so much to me! This is like a fucking cattle drive.. nothing more... I can't be a part of it... I can't... I remembered the creepy old dude's hand on my ass and nausea twisted my stomach, making me rush the the nearest stall and bend over, gagging. After a few minutes my stomach settled, and I walked to the sink to wash my face. I looked up and saw my pale face in the dirty mirror. I lied to my father, who was out for the week on base that I was going to spend the weekend studying with my friend, and I told my best friend, who was not a fan of Metallica, that I was spending time with my grandmother... for this? Just to become one of the shameless girls in there? Is that what I wanted? No... not like this. As much as I put James in my dirty girly fantasies, it never was so... so... disgusting... and I didn't even want to think what happened after the band was done... the creepy old dude's lusty smile appeared in my head, making me shudder. I have to get out of here... I swallowed, slowly making my way to the door and peeked out of the restroom. The roadie was busy perving on the ready and, by now probably absolutely naked girls, and I quickly stepped out into the corridor. My legs were shaking as I made a few steps in the opposite direction from the shower. The roadie started to turn and my heart jumped into my throat, making me dart into the first door that, to my relief, wasn't locked. I pressed the door shut tightly behind me and breathed out, swallowing my heart. Oh God... Now what? I can hide in here... then later I can make it to the phone and call a cab... I'll do that... I looked over the room, noticing a pile of boxes stacked in the corner. I can hide here... I hope to God that creep will forget all about me... God... This day started with me absolutely on cloud nine with the thought that I would see my heroes for the very first time ever, and now... I'm scared out of my mind with only one thought... I have to get out of here... I slid down to the floor behind the boxes, pulling my knees to my chest, and felt tears making their way and dropping from my eyes and to my knees. Oh God... how did I end up in this situation? Me and my trust in the good of the people... fucking awesome... Edited by olyamet, Aug 28 2011, 06:44 AM.
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| HellAngel81 | Aug 28 2011, 07:57 AM Post #2 |
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Phantom Lord
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YAY!!!! A new fic!!! >Oh... my... dear.. God... James Hetfield just looked straight at me... and smiled... HE LOOKED AT ME!!!!!!!< Good start, sweetie! |
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| olyamet | Aug 28 2011, 08:20 AM Post #3 |
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Let's Dance
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^^^ Thanks!!!! Okay, here goes more... -------- I don't know how much time passed, but no one interrupted my solitude. I clung closer to the wall, feeling my heart trembling in my chest and praying every time I heard voices behind the door and the sound of steps. Soon it all became quiet, and I thought of coming out, but the fear held me in place. The thought of making my way to the nearest phone in the dark of the night made me shiver. Fuck... what did I get myself into? Maybe if no one finds me here, I can stay put till morning. My father will never know I wasn't home... he's out on training, somewhere in the middle of the ocean... it might not be so bad... As soon as I thought that, the door flew open and I heard someone stepping in. I couldn't see anything from behind the boxes and held my breath in terror. A pair of legs in black jeans stopped in my view between the boxes, and the sound of something metal dropping on the floor almost made me jump. I pulled my knees to my chest, wishing to be invisible. “Fuck!” Loud hoarse swearing followed and I jumped, accidentally pushing the box next to me with my elbow. It titled and started to lean to the side. I grip it with all my strength, trying to hold it in place, but to my horror the hammer that was on top of it slid down, hitting the floor with the sound of an atomic bomb, stopping my heart. “The fuck is this?” The legs stepped closer, and the box that was laying on top of the pyramid in front of me moved aside, opening a pair of blue eyes that stared down at me. “The fuck are you doing in here?” “I... I... hiding...” I finally managed to mumble, feeling the words scratching my suddenly dry mouth. “From who?” “Fffrom... e...everyone...” I felt my teeth chatter and swallowed. “Well... I found you, so you can come out now.” An arm pushed through the opening, gripping my wrist and pulling me up. My head hit the box above, pushing it down, and my legs, numb from sitting so long on the cold floor, decided to give up and I almost fell, bursting out of my hiding place into the arms of James fucking Hetfield himself. I gasped and he smirked. “Oh... left side rail row kitty! Nice surprise.” His lips turned into a crooked smirk and I swallowed again, feeling his arm tightening around my waist. “I was looking for you in the shower.. Mike didn't tell me he brought you to my equipment room... how very nice of him. A little dessert... all to myself...” The hand around my waist moved lower and he pulled me forward, pressing me to him. My mind spun, his closeness, his voice, his words, his smell, his wicked and absolutely dirty smirk, and his body pressed against mine all made me shiver in his arms. And all my thoughts about getting out of here drowned in his blue gaze. Blue eyes moved from my face to my chest and the hand slowly rose up, opening the buttons on my shirt one by one. I swallowed again, and started breathing faster, feeling the warmth from his hand burning through my clothes and paralyzing my body. A late thought entered my hazed mind, but the words froze somewhere in my throat. I'm a good girl... I'm not like that... I'm not... His hand possessively pulled my shirt down in one move, quick fingers opening my bra and throwing it aside. I swallowed, repeating in my head. I'm a good girl... I'm not going to... I'm not... I'm... His thumb slowly circled my nipple and my mind drowned in a splash of heat. I'm... I'm... his to take... As if he read my thoughts, his lips slid into another smirk and his pulsating pelvis pushed into me, rubbing slightly on my groin. “Mmmnnn... Nice kitty...” His hand cupped my breast, squeezing it, and I gasped when his finger circled my lips. “So soft... so inviting... just begging for me...” His hand moved to my shoulder, pushing me down, while the other hand grip at my hair, and my paralyzed mind spun, drowning in a fog as I felt myself following his will and dropping to my knees. His hand pressed me to his groin and my mind returned with hammering thoughts. I'm not... I'm going to let him... no... yes... no... oh God... I am no better than those girls in the shower... I'm a slut... absolute slut... I'm going to... and then he'll discard me like a used condom... never even knowing my name... “I want you to look at me when I fuck you...” He pulled me away from his pelvis by my hair and tugged his zipper down before pressing me back to him. I looked up at his smirking face. I'm going to let him... I'm a whore... I'm going to stand here on my knees and suck his dick... and do anything he wants me to... I'm a dirty whore... and I hate myself... but I'm going to let him... no... yes... no... I felt his erection against my lips, and my body betrayed me, releasing a sob. I closed my eyes and felt a tear running down my cheek, my lips quivered and he pulled my hair, tilting my face up and pulling away. “Is something wrong?” My eyes flew to his and the words spilled out from my chest in a whisper-cry. “I'm not like that... I'm not... and... I can't... and you, you're so... I was thinking I was going to meet the band, tell you how much I love your music, how much it means to me... and I was so happy... then I saw them stripping... and I knew why I was there... and I couldn't... that dirty old man didn't bring me here.. I ran... and I hid here, from him, from everyone... from you... and now... when you touched me... I... and you were going to... and... I'm a slut... just like them... and I... and you will never even remember me... or know my name... you'll just... you'll use me... and I will let you... and I... I hate myself... because I want to let you...I.. I... I never wanted it like that...” My tears spilled over my eyes, running down my face like a waterfall, and I lowered my head into my hands, breathing in sobs. “Mike didn't tell you why you were here?” I felt him lowering himself to me with a sigh and pulling my hands away from my face. “He just asked me... if I want to meet the band...” I breathed out between sobs. “And you thought... fuck... what did you plan to do after hiding?” “I planed to stay here... till everyone was gone and then.. sneak out and find a phone... to call a cab... to get home... but you came.. and you are so... and was ready to let you... and I... I... I don't want to be a whore...” I whimpered. “Shit... you not a whore... and stop fucking crying!” He pulled me up and zipped his pants, struggling for a second to pull the fabric over this extended shaft. “Fuck!” I stood up, covering my chest with my arms, shaking and trying my best to stop crying. He picked up my bra and my shirt and handed it to me. “Here... had to fucking run into a good girl... fuck my life!” “I... I'm sorry...” I sobbed, quickly turning and dressing as fast as I could. “Yeah.. not as sorry as you would be if I hadn't stopped.” He picked up a beer from the table and downed it, throwing the empty can into the wall. “Fuck!” “I... I'll just go...” “Where? Out there at night, alone? Fucking great plan! In this neighborhood you're better off here sucking my dick, trust me.” I swallowed and wrapped my hands around myself, not sure what to do next. What did he mean by that? Was that just a delay? Oh.. God... I can't think clearly... Is he letting me go.. or... He looked down at himself and then turned to me, pulling two beer cans out of the cooler on the table. “Here, have some.” I took a cold can from his hands and pulled the tab open. This was the last thing I needed right now... I took a sip and lowered my eyes. What now? James made himself comfortable on the corner of the table and looked back at me. “So... what's your name?” “Izzy...” I swallowed and felt myself shivering under his gaze once again. “Hmh... easy... how contradicting...” He smirked into his drink. “Elizabeth... my full name is Elizabeth.” “Well, Izzy-Elizabeth, here's the plan. We're going to sit and drink, until my little Jamez here comes down a bit, so I can walk, then we're going to my car and I'll drive you home.” “You can call me a cab and... I live far and... you don't have to...” “How far?” “Milpitas....” “Fuck! How in the hell you were going to pay for the cab? It's a fucking two hour drive!” “I... I took the bus here... and... I was going to just get to the bus station and wait till morning... if you just drop me off there...” “And spend the rest of my fucked up night wondering if you got home? The last fucking thing I want on my conscience is the news that the body of a young, stupid girl was found somewhere near the bus station.” He threw his empty can onto the table and sighed. “Why did you fucking have to come here and be so fucking... with your fucking big blue childish eyes! Fuck my life!” “I'll be okay at the bus station...” He stood up and pulled me by my arm. “Let's go. I'm taking you to my place, you can wait there till fucking morning.” I barely stepped forward and he turned to me. “I'm not going to fuck you, relax, you'll sleep the night on a normal bed and in the morning I'll drive you to the bus station. Now move it.” “Thank you...” I mumbled and followed.
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| HellAngel81 | Aug 28 2011, 04:22 PM Post #4 |
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Phantom Lord
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God, how I loved that chapter! Her inner struggle, if - or if she should not just give in. The hotness and the funny parts in this chapter! The whole time I was like "Come on James, you gotta see that she´s not like your groupies" And I laughed so much at this part >We're going to sit and drink, until my little Jamez here comes down a bit, so I can walk..< To bad for "little Jamez" that he had to meet a good girl! More!!!!!!
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| Unforgiven | Aug 28 2011, 09:18 PM Post #5 |
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"This is my sober face"
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Oh, great new one, Olya ! I was going to quote the same part Katja did... the "little Jamez" one... not sure about the littleness of it, though. Next chapter, please ! |
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| Margarita | Aug 28 2011, 09:49 PM Post #6 |
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OK, I admit, there's the overwhelming, overbearing, over-EVERYTHING moment of the prospect of blowing James Hetfield (takes a moment of reflection on that... )BUT, THE line in this story is this: “Well... I found you, so you can come out now.” Isn't it just perfectly, essentially, absolutely James? Oh yeah, it is. Plus, when he says that he pulls her out of the boxes. I like this thing with boxes a lot. He pulled her out of the box, but it seems to me, she pulled out him out of the box too. She pulled out the good guy James out of the box of "I'm meanandfuckeverythingthatwalks". So is the little kitten going to get the lion's heart? Kind of looks that way, as it doesn't happen too often that little Jamez (LOVED that part :lol: ) has to stay put, doesn't it. And her naivete is very appealing, simply asks for someone to spoil it all over ![]() I loved his inner struggle (and hers for that matter), once again you prove yourself as the unbeatable master of James' POV!!! and I CAN'T WAIT to see who will win this, the lion or the kitty! Oh, and I have to add this - the Izzy-easy pun is just priceless! |
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| olyamet | Aug 30 2011, 02:29 AM Post #7 |
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Let's Dance
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^^^ Thanks girls!!! Love you!! More. ---------- (James' POV) On the way to my house Izzy-Elisabeth was quiet in the beginning, but when I started asking questions she loosened up a bit and told me her story. She'd wanted to see Metallica since she was fifteen, but her father was against our kind of music. Three years later, when she finally had some money saved from working after school in the library, she bought the ticket, secretly from him. He was in the military and often spent days or weeks on base, when the training was in it's peak. Coincidentally, the time of the gig came up right at the time of his military games. Her parents divorced when she was ten, her father got custody of her and few years later they moved to California, leaving her career-crazy mother in New York. She got used to spending time alone and my music became her safe haven, her secret salvation. Her friends never got her taste and were more of the pop culture followers, even her ex-boyfriend didn't get it. He was all into the football, he was sweet in the beginning when he asked her out, but as soon as he got what he was after, he lost his interest and turned to other girls, leaving her. The more I heard her talking, watching her big crystal blue eyes shining when she told me how my lyrics helped her not feel so lonely, the more I found myself thinking how I was just about to become another asshole in her life. My mind returned me to our little encounter at the venue and I smirked, remembering her words. 'I'm not like that... and you will never even remember me... or know my name... you'll just... you'll use me... and I will let you... and I... I hate myself... because I want to let you... I.. I... I never wanted it like that...' She did want me though... some part of her did... I looked at her full lips and gripped at the steering wheel tighter. I should've just taken her... just ram into her mouth, feel her lips on me, push her onto me... take what I wanted. Who the fuck cares if I would be just another disappointment for her! Who the fuck she is? She put herself in this situation, not me! And why the fuck am I the one suffering here? With those thoughts running through my head I pulled into the drive way and came out of the car. I unlocked the door, trying not to look at her face and basically shoved her into my bedroom. “I'll wake you up when I'm ready to go, lock the door and don't fucking wander around the house. I know what I promised, but who knows what comes to my mind after a few more drinks.” “Thank you...” She lowered her eyes and then looked back at me, her lips parted, making me fight with the urge to just throw her on the bed and fuck senseless. ”You're a good guy, James... thank you...” She reluctantly stepped to me and got on her toes, kissing my cheek. The warmth from her body returned and splashed into my groin with unfinished and unsatisfied hunger, my hands gripped at her shoulders and the words came out rough and low. “You've just made a huge mistake.... kissing me and calling me a good guy... you know nothing about me! You're in my house, alone with me in my bedroom, and I know you want me, you want me to fuck you, you want to be a whore, my whore, you want it...” My lips devoured hers and she tensed up in my arms, shaking like a guitar string. I grasped her face with my hands, pulling her chin down and forced my tongue into her mouth. She gasped, pulling away, but I didn't let her. I stepped forward, making her back up, tearing into her lips with animal hunger. I threw her on the bed and covered her body with mine, racing my hands under her shirt, pushing her bra up and gripping into the softness of her tits. She gasped with a sob and I let go of her lips, raising myself above her. Clear blue lakes widened, and her words blew over my skin. “You're not like that... you're a good guy.. you could've left me there.. after you... after you got what you wanted... but you stopped... and you didn't... because you're a good guy!” “Fuck! Don't fucking tempt me to prove you wrong! You want me to fuck you senseless, you want me to make you pleasure me all night... you want it? I can do it! Is that what you want?” I saw the tears running from her eyes and roughly pushed her shirt down. “I'm a bad guy, and good girls like you have to stay away from guys like me... lock the fucking door and count you lucky stars that I can control myself once again...” I breathed out into her face and stood up from her shivering body, quickly leaving the room. Stupid little girl... Fuck! (Izzy's POV) I swallowed my tears, stood up and turned the lock on the door, hearing steps, the noise of glass on glass, James swearing, and the sound of running water somewhere in the kitchen. I straightened up my clothes and slowly walked back to the bed on my shaking legs. After a few minutes thinking it over, I decided to sleep in my clothes. I heard him turning the TV on and sat down on the bed, trying to pull together my scrambled thoughts. It didn't matter what he said... he's a good guy... he could've... and I would've let him... just like I let my ex-boyfriend. My mind brought back memories and I curled up on the bed, pulling my legs to my chest. My first time didn't bring me anything but pain and the feeling of being used. I just laid there, feeling nothing but soreness, wishing for him to be done faster. We were at some house, at some party, on someone's bed. The noise behind the door was making me feel very uneasy, and his speedy movements and words “Come on, we've been dating for a week, that's long enough... come on, I want you...” as he pulled my clothes off, didn't make it easier. He was hurrying to get his thrill, pulling, squeezing, his hands painfully grabbing my breasts, his face above me with tightly closed eyes. After he was done, he rolled off of me, cleaned himself off, and drove me home. And every time after that it was the same. His car, someone's house, his friends always nearby, waiting, and then I was driven home and he would come back to the party. He never wanted to talk about anything but football and I had nothing to say about it, he never wanted to take me to the movies or hang out with just the two of us, like he did the first week. Sex was all that he wanted, and I often felt like a dog following him around. He was a popular guy, I was a quiet girl, no one really knew. I read in books and heard my friends' conversations of how you were suppose to feel during sex, but I never felt anything like that and that was why I swallowed and believed the words that he spat into my face, leaving me after a month of dating. 'You're a fucking cold fish, I feel like I'm fucking a corpse! You're just a freak!' And he was right, I knew it was the truth. I never felt anything when he laid slobbery kisses on my lips while tugging my pants off. I was always... as he said, too dry for him, and he made me suck on his dick before climbing on top of me and pushing my legs apart. I never moved under him, just letting him to do it the way he wanted and waiting for him to be done, which thankfully never took too long. I never told my father about him and I never brought him into my house, telling him that my father was home all the time. I was lying, because the soreness after sex had always lasted for days and I needed an excuse to avoid being alone with him... I was a cold fish... I never wanted sex... never... until today... I turned on the bed, remembering James' arms around me, his eyes peering into mine, making me feel absolutely drunk, and at that moment I felt... I felt something I never felt before. This tingling in my lower stomach, this wave of heat splashing down, making me weak, making me breath faster. I remembered his possessive hands on my body, his fingers on my lips... his pulsating flesh, and threw my covers aside, suddenly feeling hot. My mind continued to go over the events that came after. When he was pressing me into this bed, with his lips tearing into mine, even with this animal domination, part of me was wishing for him to continue... I blushed at my own thoughts. I'm a slut... part of me was wishing for him to just take me... the other part was screaming in fear of his strong hands. When he asked me if that's what I wanted, I truly didn't know the answer... I was lost, confused, scarred and trembling with this new feeling. I turned in bed and pulled the covers back on, the chilly air making me shiver.. or was it the memory of his hands on my body? God... what the hell is wrong with me? 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| olyamet | Aug 30 2011, 01:38 PM Post #8 |
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Let's Dance
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More. (James' POV) I stretched out on the couch, trying to make myself fall asleep, but my mind refused to let go, replaying the events of this evening. It started so good... On my way down from the stage I told Mike to send my personal invitation to the pretty girl I noticed on the left of the stage. She looked at me throughout the whole gig with her huge blue eyes, her long light brown locks flying in the air with the music. Her buttoned blouse didn't hide her nice form, and long jean clad legs made me lustfully smile with foretaste of possessing her willing body every time I looked at her. I wanted to take her, see those clear blue eyes look at me with lust, imagining her full lips sliding on my cock, sucking me dry. With those thought I couldn't wait to get into the shower and finally see her uncovered, wanting, begging me, whispering 'fuck me' just like the other girls there, but... she wasn't there. Disappointed, I trailed my eyes over the usual assortment of girls and none of them got me exited. Mike was gone to finish his work, as we indulged in the usual shower-sex party, so I never had a chance to ask him what happened to the girl I marked for me. The ritual started, I picked a few girls and they eagerly jumped to me, but I was already in a shitty mood, having not gotten what I wanted. The girl that I wanted the most. Edna's surrounded me, same painted faces, same shameful looks, hands washing me, lips sliding on my skin, lips whispering, open, wanting, craving, everything was the same. The blonde that was sucking on my dick gripped at my balls, digging her claws into my skin, and I looked down, gripping her hair. Her swamp-like green eyes, covered in smeared make up, looked up and for the first time in years, I lost my hardness. I pushed her off, grabbing the towel and leaving the showers. Unsatisfied and pissed off, I made my way to the dressing room and changed into my clothes, downing a few more beers. I was about to leave when I remembered about the cord that Andy was supposed to leave in my equipment room, and then... then it all started. I remembered her sitting by the wall, remembered her eyes, so clear, so real, no make up, no dirty thoughts behind them, her gasp when my hand caressed her breast, her clean, soft, and naturally pink lips, the barely there fresh sent of sea from her hair, the immediate reaction of my growing member. She was anything but fake... she was real, not perverted, pure... The memory of her in front of me on her knees blazed through my mind and I turned on the couch, feeling my fully erected dick pushing into the covers. Fuck! I pulled my blanket aside and sat up, gripping the bottle of whiskey that I started when I got home, emptying it with a few gulps. Warm liquid burned my throat and I wiped my lips with the back of my my hand. I could've... I should've just taken her... now I'm stuck with this fucking hard on! Fuck! My memory turned to the scene in my bedroom, her words playing in my mind. 'You're not like that... you're a good guy.. you could've left me there.. after you... after you got what you wanted... but you stopped... and you didn't... because you're a good guy!' No, I'm fucking not! I can prove it! I'll go there right fucking now and fucking prove it! I'll break the fucking door in and take what I want! I stood up, making my way to my bedroom, and stopped at the door. Her eyes floated up in my memory, so clean, so honest, so sinless... Fuck... I can't... My hand froze by the door handle and I smirked, noticing the key in the door lock. Fucking unbelievable... are you fucking tempting me? I know she locked it, I heard her locking it. I shook my head and lowered my hand. She never looked outside the door, she doesn't know that all that's protecting her from me right now is... her fucking innocent eyes. I turned and came back to the living room, dropping on the couch. Fine! Fucking my own hand it is. I laid down, pulling the covers over my body, and ran my fingers to my throbbing dick. I forced the memory of her on her knees with her eyes looking up at me and her lips on my groin back into my mind and moaned, imagining her parting her lips to let me in. “Mmmnnn... suck me...” My hand moved on my flesh firmly pushing down, stroking, pressing... her lips slid down, willing, wanting, craving... my movements sped up and I moaned, losing myself in my fantasy.
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| olyamet | Aug 30 2011, 11:54 PM Post #9 |
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Let's Dance
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More... (Izzy's POV) I was drifting into sleep when I heard something, and rose from the pillow, sitting up on the bed, listening closely. I heard a moan, and broken, partially muffled gasps followed. “....stop.... don't.... fuck...…. stop...” Another moan full of pain made me jump off the bed. The memory of my father's nightmares, which he had often since he came back from some secret mission overseas when I was fourteen, ran through my mind. I used to always run to his room to wake him up and see him tossing his head on the pillow, moaning in his sleep, tears running down his face, hands fighting against the covers, trying to push away an invisible enemy. I remembered his lost and fearful face when I used to wake him up, him sitting in the kitchen after... drinking. James is having a nightmare... I need to wake him up! I made my way to the door and froze with my hand on the door handle. He told me not to wander around the house... maybe I shouldn't... The next moan came louder and I unlocked the door, quickly running to the living room. James was shaking under the covers, his face lit by the moon light and covered in drops of sweat, his head pushed back, chest heaving with fast and deep breaths, hair spread over the pillow, clinging to his wet face, his lips parted with another moan, head raised, muscles on his neck tightened, and I dropped on my knees by the couch, gripping his shoulder. “James! Wake up! James!” His eyes flew open, head dropped back onto the pillow, and a loud growl shook the room. “Are you fucking kidding me??!!” “You're okay, it was just a nightmare.” I rubbed my hands on his shoulders, but he roughly sat up and I backed up under his glare. “Nightmare??!! A nightmare?!!! The only fucking nightmare I have today is YOU! What the fuck are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay in the bedroom! What the fuck?” “I... I... I heard you whispering and moaning... and I... I came to wake you up... I... I came to help you... to wake--” I stumbled on his angry stare and stood up, swallowing at the sight of his clearly pissed off face. “Help me?! Are you for fucking real? The fuck did I do to deserve you to showing up at my fucking gig and ruining my life? Help me? I was trying to help myself! And you had to fucking interrupt me when I was almost there! It's not fucking enough that you left me with blue balls.. you just had to be so fucking... God! Did you grow up on the fucking moon or what? Help me.. I was fucking jerking off, thanks to you! Get it? You do know what jerking off is, don't you?” I stepped back, feeling my face flushing with embarrassment. Oh my God... and I... I felt my face pulsating and wished to just fall through the floor and away from his eyes. His growl made me shiver. “Do you? Fucking answer me!” “I... I do...” I stepped back, feeling my eyes watering, and bit my lip, trying to stop my usual reaction to someone screaming. “Oh, for fuck's sake! Don't fucking start with the tears again! I should be the one fucking crying! Go back into the motherfucking bedroom, lock the motherfucking door, and don't come out even if you hear fucking gun shots, do you fucking hear me?” “Mh...” Was all that escaped me as I stepped back, biting at my lips. Just don't cry... don't cry... “I can't hear you!” “Yes!” I screamed back, turning and running back into the bedroom, locking it with shaking hands, and dropping onto the bed. This is so embarrassing... and he surely hates me now... he screamed at me, he was so angry... The memory of my parents screaming at each other with me crouched up in a tight ball in the corner in fear burned in my mind and I covered my head with the pillow, muffling my weeping.
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| Unforgiven | Aug 31 2011, 07:02 PM Post #10 |
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James, you animal... Me likes ! More !
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| olyamet | Sep 14 2011, 03:11 AM Post #11 |
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^^^ He sure is... and I would love to be there... to see that... Although with my dirty mind I wouldn't think of nightmare...hehehe... Thanks Kimmi!!! Here is more!!! ------------------------------------- (continue of Izzy's POV) My eyes flew open and it took me a few minutes to remember where I was, the memory of last night playing in my mind and I sighed. The clock on the nightstand showed nine fifteen. I'm sure James is still sleeping... I made my way to the master bathroom and my eyes caught my reflection in the mirror, making me sigh again. I looked like shit... Eyes puffy and red from crying last night, marks from the pillow on my cheek and forehead, wrinkled top, messy hair. I skimmed my eyes to the tube of toothpaste and picked it up, squeezing a minty line on my finger, using it as a modified toothbrush. I rinsed my mouth, washed my face, and barely patted it dry with the towel that was hanging on the door. Not feeling refreshed enough, I glanced at the shower. It would be so nice to have a good, warm shower... No... I'd better not... I looked at my reflection, brushing my hair with my fingers as best as I could. My attempts to straighten up my blouse brought me more frustration when I noticed that it was missing a button in the middle. Great... I slowly walked back to the bedroom, fixing the covers on the bed and hoping to find the missing button, but it wasn't there. I sighed and sat down on the nearby chair. Now what? I can't even think of going and trying to wake up James again... no way in Hell. My face flushed remembering what happened the last time I tried to wake him up. God... that was the most embarrassing moment of my life... he surely won't want to see me after that... he hates me... Maybe I should just go... I looked at the door and bit my lip. The last thing I wanted was to make him angry again. My eyes slowly drifted to the window. Maybe I can come out through the window? Just leave... write a small note, tell him I'm sorry for everything, and leave. I'm sure there's a public phone somewhere close by... I'll call a cab and get to the bus station. I looked back at the clock, reading nine forty and pulled the bus schedule out of my pocket. My finger moved over the paper and stopped at the line with the next bus time. Eleven AM. I have no idea how far the bus station is... if I don't make it to that bus... My finger moved lower. Two PM. Shit... I'll be home around four and will be late for work... Shit! I ripped the last page of the bus schedule off and looked around for something to write with when a loud knock on the door made me jump. “Wake up! Ready or fucking not, we're leaving!” My heart skipped in my chest and I quickly opened the door, facing a grumpy expression on James' face. (James POV) I didn't say anything else, just walked straight up to my car without even turning to see if Izzy-Elizabeth was following me. I opened the passenger door and walked around the front of the car, dropping into the driver's seat. She got in the car, carefully closing the door, and I started the engine. I turned the radio on, increasing the volume and the sound of Motorhead's Damage Case flooded the car, making it impossible to talk. Talk was the last thing I wanted. I decided it last night. I'm going to drive her to the bus station, drop her off, and forget all about it. Outta my sight, outta my mind. Lemmy's horse voice screamed the words of the song. 'Hey babe don't turn away, I'm here tomorrow I'm gone today. I don't care what you think your game is, I don't care even what your name is. And I can tell by your face, you're all over this place. Let me inside your face. Move over for a Damage Case.' Sounds about right, my way... that's always been my way, since I joined the band and found the easy way with groupies. I glanced at Izzy-Elizabeth. Good girls are not for me, drive her home and get back to your whores, that's who you belong with. The next song came to the radio, words spilling from the speakers. 'She's a good girl, loves her mama, loves Jesus and America too. She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis, loves horses and her boyfriend too.' I glanced at Izzy again and pushed the gas with my foot as the song continued. 'And I'm a bad boy, 'cause I don't even miss her, I'm a bad boy for breaking her heart.' I smirked to myself. Yeah... she's a good girl... She grew up without a mother though... and I don't know about the religion, but she's crazy about Metallica, not Elvis, and her boyfriend was an ass... Why the fuck do I care? I don't. My eyes caught the exit for the bus station and I breathed out. There, it'll be all over in a few minutes, as soon as she's out of my car, she'll be forgotten. I pulled to the front of the station, slowly moving along to avoid the multiple cabs and people with luggage. I swore at some pedestrian who decided to walk right in front of my car and pulled to the side. Right by the door of the station I noticed a group of young guys, the bad news type. When two girls walked by, they loudly commented on the girls' appearance, whistling and giggling. One of them stepped out, catching one of the girls by the arm. The girl pulled away and ran into the building under the loud laughter of the troublemakers. In the corner of my eye I saw Izzy tense up on her seat, one hand landed on the door handle and the other tried to pull the middle of her wrinkled top together. She looked at the guys and lowered her eyes, nervously swallowing. Fuck. My hands tightened around the steering wheel, turning it, jaw clenched together as I pulled out of the parking space, speeding up back to highway. “Not a fucking word, not a peep. What's your address?” I turned and met a grateful blue gaze. Great... now she'll think that good guy crap again... I'm not. I could've dropped her off there at the mercy of those fuckers. Who cares if she looks like a whore right now? Like she spent the night with some random guy who just drops her off at the bus station, all wrinkled, with a missing button... Fuck! Izzy's face lit up, but the smile that was just about to emerge on her lips faded under my glare, lips moving in a whisper. “Second exit, right turn, follow the main road for ten miles and my street is on the left. Seven hundred eighty-one Silver Moon.” “I was right, you did grow up on the fucking moon. Let me guess, white picket fence, with some fucking cheesy figurine in the front yard?” She lowered her eyes and whispered. “Small fountain... little boy and a girl under an umbrella...” I smirked and merged onto the highway. What the fuck is wrong with me? I can't get what I want from her, and yet I keep doing all this shit! Turn around and leave her at the bus station, who cares if those guys pick at her? Why the fuck should I continue to suffer? My foot pushed down, drowning the gas pedal in the floor and making the engine growl, speeding up to the south. This is the last thing I'm doing. I'll drive her home, and I'm doing it for me, not her. For my clean conscience. That way, my mind will be free from thoughts about her, if she got home safely and all this shit. |
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| Unforgiven | Sep 16 2011, 10:43 AM Post #12 |
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Thanks, Olya ! Aww, he likes her... I can't wait to read more !!
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| olyamet | Sep 18 2011, 01:57 AM Post #13 |
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^^^ Thanks Kimmi!!! Here is more! ---------- (Izzy's POV) James didn't say anything else, driving like a mad man and making me grip into my seat, watching him pass closely between other cars. When he swerved around yet another semi, the force threw me to the left and my hand clenched at his seat, something tugged my wrist, but I was too busy staring at the back of the quickly approaching oil rig in front of us, feeling our car accelerate further. I held my breath, pressing my feet to the floor of the car, but when our car was about to become a bumper sticker on the back of the truck, James turned the steering wheel right roughly, growling his engine and diving through the tight space onto the right lane, right in front of another vehicle, sticking his finger out of the window as an answer to blasting horns of offended drivers. It only took him an hour of insane driving to get to my house. I guess he wanted to get rid of me that bad. When he stopped, I let go of my seat and turned to him with the intention to say that I was sorry... for everything. He turned, reaching to my door lock, pushed the car door open, and returned his eyes to the road. He doesn't even want to look at me... I swallowed my words, stepping out of the car and carefully closing the door, stepping to the curb. James lowered his head and looked up at me through the open window of the passenger's side. “Next time someone asks you if you want to see a fucking band, make sure you know what you're getting yourself into. Bye Izzy-Elizabeth, I hope I never see you again, have a nice life and stay away from the bad guys.” The car engine grunted, drowning my words. “I'm sorry... I... thank you... for everything...” The words dropped and tangled in a cloud of dust spat by his tires. The car turned and sped up, screeching rubber on the pavement, and my heart skipped as I whispered to the back of the quickly disappearing vehicle. “I'm sorry... I really am...” The car turned a corner and I slowly walked to my house, pulling the key from under the flower pot and opening the door. --- All day at work I kept thinking about James. I couldn't get him out of my mind, slowly walking the long strips of the public library, pushing a small cart and returning books to their rightful places. The brief moment when I fell into James' arms kept replaying in my mind, his eyes looking into mine, his scent, his eyes, his hands holding me. It was all I could think of. Right before closing time, I stepped outside to the back of the adjoining coffee shop and sat down at the table not far from two girls about my age with the Metal Hammer magazine they'd checked out of the library earlier. “Look at that! Oh my God... so sexy... so fucking hot! I would do anything to meet him in person! God... Bon Jovi is absolutely the sexiest guy out there!” “I know! I would jump in his bed in a second! Just imagine his lips on yours! Mmmnnn....” “Or your lips on his dick! Yummy!” “I thought you didn't like blow jobs?” “Shit, for a guy like that, I'll do anything! Anyway, any time, any position, he can fuck me on that stage and I wouldn't care who's watching! And I wouldn't mind if Richie joined in!” “You're a slut! But you right, for guys like that, I would do anything too!” They both giggled, turning the next page, and my mind brought back the events of the gig. I never thought of James that way, it was always more of making up a story in my mind with him asking me out, dating, falling in love, then sex... and sex was never the main part... mostly kissing, feeling his lips on mine, not urging and not in a hurry, not slobbery, just a soft, tender kiss, filling me with warmth... I remembered James lips tearing into mine with hunger, his body submerging mine into the covers, his demanding hands.. and felt heat raising to my face. The girls stood up to leave, laughing on their way, and my mind snapped back to reality. I was there, and he wanted me and I... I couldn't. I couldn't be so untrue to myself, I couldn't overcome my pride, my morals... I blew it... I had a chance to fufill my dreams and I didn't. I didn't want it that way... not like that... I couldn't become a whore, even his whore... I couldn't let myself fall so low... even for him... Unconsciously, I reached for my bracelet, my good luck talisman, a gift from my father, but my fingers slid on a bare wrist. I looked down, pulling my sleeve up and staring at my empty forearm. A cold flash gripped at my spine, and a gasp froze on my lips. My mind jumped, digging into my memory. I had it all day yesterday, I had it at the gig, I had it in that room I was hiding in... I always twirl it when I'm nervous... I had it this morning at James' house... and I had it in the car... I remember gripping into it, scared out of my mind with his driving skills... I quickly stood up, running back inside, heart jumping in my chest, eyes searching the floor. I walked throughout the whole library, retracing my steps throughout the day. I searched under the tables and by the book shelves, I even pulled some books I put away, making sure it didn't get stuck somewhere between them, but I found nothing. The guard was waiting for me by the door, loudly clanking his keys and I finally gave up, leaving work in tears. That bracelet meant the world to me, it was my present from my father on my sixteenth birthday... it was connected to a painful but good memory. As I drove my old little car home my mind brought back the two year old events. A few months before my birthday we moved into a newly bought house, new town. It took us a few days to clean it, leaving everything in boxes. Years of moving around like gypsies were over, my father got a promotion with a steady position at the naval base and we could finally settle down. We were so happy to get our own place, painting the walls, planting the garden, all that was new to us; we had a home. Two weeks before my birthday my father got a call, and I felt his mood change. Later that evening two friends from my father's old special forces team came for a visit. Uncle Larry and Uncle Tom. I knew those guys all my life, they were my father's teammates, brothers in arms, the guys who were bound together with an oath and a strong friendship. Each one of them was willing to sacrifice his life to save the other in a heartbeat. I grew up with multiple stories of their teamwork. I was happy to see them, but my father had a sad expression on his face, and after a quick falsely cheerful supper, they said they needed to talk and I went into my room, closing the door. I was used to that and was not offended at all. I knew that military secrets were not meant for my ears, but before I could pull my door completely closed I overheard my father's words. “I hate to leave Izzy in a new town, on her sixteenth birthday all alone. She hasn't even made any friends yet... When do we have to leave?” “Tomorrow, plane leaves at fourteen hundred hours from Travis AFB.” The next morning my father left, he explained to me that he had no choice and I completely understood him. Somewhere in the Middle East one of his team members was captured by the enemy, and the old team got together to help. He said he'd be back in ten days, so we decided to postpone my birthday till then, to celebrate it together. Meanwhile, it would give me time to unpack the rest of the stuff and make this house our home. The day when I turned sixteen started at five AM, with a door bell. I jumped to my feet, racing to the door, wondering why my father used the bell, when I saw a tall figure in a uniform behind the glass. My heart jumped in fear, but it went away when I saw uncle Larry holding flowers and a bag with a pink ribbon. “Happy birthday, baby Izzy!” He smiled, but I could read it in his eyes, something was wrong. “Dad...” “He couldn't make it... he sent me to wish you a happy birthday and bring you all this from all of us. He's still there... the others are with him...” He choked at his words and pulled out his cigar. My heart loudly pumped in my temples, waiting for him to continue. Uncle Larry walked into the kitchen and sat down on the chair, his eyes studied the floor for a few minutes and then looked at me. “Izzy... Your father was wounded... badly... he was trying to save a little girl and her mother, covered them with his body when a land mine exploded nearby... the doctors pulled as much shrapnel as they could, but they had to stop, he lost too much blood. He's... he's in bad shape, too unstable for a transport back to the U.S. If he pulls through the night, in a few days they can go back in and finish the job... I wanted to stay by him, but he insisted on me coming here to be with you. I brought the military radio phone, kind of smuggled it from the base... so we can call them straight to... to that place.” Tears dripped from my eyes and a lump painfully squeezed my throat. He pulled me to his chest and let me quietly weep into his strong shoulder. “He will be okay, he's stubborn and he will pull through... Here, he wanted you to have this, he made it himself, right before the...” Uncle Larry pulled a small box from the pile on the table and placed it in my hands. Inside the box, there was a silver bracelet with an engraving of my name on one side of the dog tag and the words of my father on the other side. 'You're my ray of sun, that shines even through the darkest clouds. You're my clear, clean and peaceful sky. You're my peace of mind in the craziness of war. Happy16th birthday, baby. Love, Dad.' Uncle Larry spent all day with me, smoking his cigars, helping me unpack and calling every hour to get updates on my father's condition. I was squeezing my bracelet in my hand, pressing my only connection to my father to my chest while listening to his short conversations, praying for my father's life. By the evening, my father got better, and was even able to say a few words to me over the phone, and two weeks later he was back in the U.S. in a military hospital, recovering. Since that day I always thought of my bracelet as a good luck charm, and now it was gone. |
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| olyamet | Sep 18 2011, 11:58 PM Post #14 |
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More! (James' POV) The day drifted on, my usual life back on its track. We spent most of the day jamming in the studio, and decided to finish the day in the bar nearby. Throughout the day, the image of Izzy-Elizabeth kept surfacing in my mind, her blue eyes, her figure standing in a cloud of dust in the rear view mirror. I could've been nicer at the end... she wanted to say something, but I drove away, chased by fear... fear that she had awakened something in me, something that didn't fit my life, something sweet, tender, protective, something that leaked through my wall of armor, something that awakened the softer side of me. And that fear brought anger. Anger that part of me wanted it, part of me was happy to feel that way, a part that I thought I drowned in booze over many years, trying to extinguish it from my system forever. Fear and anger chased me back to San Francisco, making me drive like a bat out of hell. I remembered swerving in the weekend traffic and smiled remembering Izzy's reaction to my driving skills on the way to her house. I wanted to scare her, I wanted her to fear me, to stay away from me, and kind of pay her back for the frustration she caused me. I didn't wanted her to look at me with her blue warm lakes like I was her savior, her knight in shining armor. I wasn't that guy. I never will be. Thankfully the handful of girls we met at the bar pulled my thoughts away from the good girl back into the gutter, and when one of them slid her hand on my thigh under the table, looking at me with lust, my body answered with the call of unsatisfied need for mindless, meaningless sex. Her face seemed somewhat familiar, but I didn't bother to search my memory. Her name, even if it was said, didn't stick in my memory. God knows there were too many girls like that in my life. All the same... everything the same. No need to be soft, no need for words, no pure blue eyes, just sex. Dirty, rough, and fast, with no need to worry about the girl's feelings. She knew what I wanted and she was willing to give, not asking anything in return. I grabbed the bottle off the table and pulled her hand, and she giggled, following me to my car. By the time I took a few sips of burning liquor and got settled on my seat, the girl was already inside and had managed to get herself half naked. Her eager hands started rubbing on my groin and a familiar whisper blew cigarette and booze filled breath over my face. “I want you to fuck me, right now, right here...” Her well trained hands quickly opened my zipper, bright red lips closing over mine, and I tore into them, crushing her worn down tits with my hands. She pulled my shirt up, throwing it on the back seat and grip my cock, stroking it to full hardness. I rose off my seat, letting her slide my jeans off and let go of her lips, forcing her face to my throbbing dick. “You want me so badly you don't want to prolong the foreplay?” She giggled, then looked down at my erection, licking her lips. “Oh, baby, you're so big, so hard... looks so tasty...” Her face slid down my stomach, leaving red smudges of lipstick while she whispered. “You want me suck you hard, make you scream with pleasure?” “Less talk, more sucking...” I growled and roughly pushed her down onto me. Her lips devoured my dick, sliding all the way to the base, the professional movements of her tongue bringing a moan out of me and I buckled, fucking her face with an animal roughness, pulling her hard, sticky hair up and pushing her onto me, racing for my well overdue release. The smell of alcohol and cheap perfume mixed with hairspray hit my nose and I lowered my seat, dropping my head onto the headrest. Noises of flesh hitting flesh, sucking, and moans filled the car, and at that moment out of nowhere clear blue eyes surfaced in my mind. My body stopped moving, paralyzed with the vision and I quickly gripped the bottle of whiskey, washing the unwanted image out of my head. A few gulps seemed to do the trick, blue eyes vanished and I returned into reality, pushing deeper into the skillful mouth of a nameless girl, pulling stronger on the bleached tacky hair, feeling sticky residue on my fingers. “Harder...” I growled, feeling the pressure building somewhere in my core, and making its way to a release. I rose up, needing to get deeper, hitting the back of her throat with my tip, when something sharp pinched my ass, making me wince. “Watch your fucking claws, bitch!” I pushed up and dropped on the seat, continue my up and down motion, but the pinching didn't stop. “I said stop fucking scratching me!” The blond head popped off my dick and brown reddened eyes looked up at me. “I'm not, my hands are here, on your fucking legs!” “Then what the fuck is on my ass?” I rose up and slid my hand over the seat, pulling something shiny closer to my eyes. Short chains tickled the palm of my hand and I opened my fist, looking at the small silver plate engraved with 'Izzy' “Izzy?!! No fucking way... it's not fucking happening... the fuck did I ever do to deserve this nightmare? Why the fuck won't you leave me alone!” I gripped the bracelet in my hand and threw it out of the open car window onto the road. “Who is Izzy, your girlfriend?” “None of your fucking business! And no, she's not!” “Well, she must mean something to you... judging by your reaction...” She stroked my softened and weakened dick. “I can bring it back to life if you want me to continue... I'm good at making guys forget about other girls.” Her hand stroked my by now completely diminished member, her lips neared mine and I backed away from her breath. Smudged red lips came closer and I felt nausea from just the thought of the kiss. My hand pushed her back to the passenger seat. “The moment is gone, so is the booze, just fucking go...” “Okay, you know where to find me if you change your mind.” She pulled her jacket on, zipped it up, and stepped out of the car, grabbing her shirt and throwing it over her shoulder. I watched her making her way back to the bar and pulled my jeans back on, not bothering to zip them up. I just sat there, still half naked, shivering with the last drops of alcohol leaving my body, when rain brought me out of my stupor, spaying cold water over my bare skin. I rolled my windows up, pulling my shirt back on and closing my pants. What just happened? Why is this still happening? Why does she keep popping up in my life at the worst moments? I can't ever screw some slut in peace! What the fuck?!
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| Unforgiven | Sep 19 2011, 01:17 PM Post #15 |
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Thanks, Olya ! So, they're going to meet again.
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