By deevaa
Date: 31 October 2000
So you want to be a rock star?
"So you want to be a rock star?
Lets play a game --- close your eyes. Relax, May I touch you? here?
Don't just nod-- let me hear you, yes?"
(I pause, lick my lips, make you wait -- anticipation thick in your body,
my fingers trace tiny trails on your back, and I feel you release a tense shudder as my fingers continue to tease)
"A rock star -- yes, I can imagine you as a rock star.
Long hair, tattoo's, leather trousers -- white silk shirt, open to the waist.
Mmmmm -- yes, I can image you as a rockstar.
I can see the hint of your nipples against white silk.
Yes, like that -- did you just imagine my mouth on them?
Yes? good. Very good.
Of course if you are a rock star then I must be a groupie,
spiky high heels -- red leather skirt. Short short, of course, and long lean legs.
I'd have to wear a bikini top, my breasts hardly contained --
my lips -- damask rose yesterday -- wild starlet scarlet today.
Of course, groupies only come in bunches, so we'll be waiting for you backstage --
6, no 7 of us..... all eyes for you. But of course, you'll pick me. Only me.
So you want to be a rock star?
Well lover, you better show me your moves.
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