Fuck it : Eurovision 2021 måneskin

4)That vibrato note aint the only thing gonna be vibrating 🤞🏻

I didn't sleep at all! I kept turning and twisting thinking about what had happened. Was he just as naturally seductive person? Was it a cultural thing? Was he only joking around? He seemed like a joking type of person.

It was my team that woke me. Running in furiously asking why I hadn't  showed up to breakfast as if half of the contestants weren't outside smoking for their breakfast.

The day was booked with private practices  before the live performance tonight. Surprisingly , my nerves had shifted from the fact that I had a live performance tonight for my country, to the fact that I couldn't have a moment of my day where I wasn't thinking about Damiano and his fingers tracing my body. Thankfully I did not see him at all throughout practice, we were brought in separately by the hour to practice our singing and our routines.
I grabbed a quick lunch with my sister who's daily complaining went in one ear and our the other as Damiano's words from last night replaced them.

Before I knew it...the time had come. I tried my best to ignore the screaming and chanting crowds that called out for all the artists. I wondered if there were any UK supporters in the crowd...but I doubted it highly. From backstage I heard them all chanting and screaming as the live broadcast began and the hosts voices rang out, hyping up the crowds.

Dressed professionally in a midi length, satin slip white dress and heels paired with my hair styled down without a wisp stray and camera ready makeup painted onto my face, I waited in the hallway almost alone before my turn finally came.

My heels clacked against the hard floor as I stepped out to reach my spotlight. The melting feeling of the bright lights coming down to focus on my carried a dizzying affect, and for a moment I believed I may have collapsed.

3..2..1..and -

My earpiece rang out, signally for me to begin my performance which I did, with a bright smile and a professional burst of energy. At that moment the crowd was invisible to me. It was only me in the stadium...in the world. I sang my heart out and allowed all my emotion to flood onto the lyrics. Placing my fingertips onto my stomach I pushed my words out from it instead of my throat and heard the immense difference bring my performance along by leaps and bounds.

Within minutes it was over...all the nerves and months spend preparing came to a conclusion and as the lights dimmed and the sound of applause began to ring in my ears I covered my mouth and began to cry, quickly stepping off stage to my team who cheered and clapped for me, passing me water and fixing my makeup although tears were still streaming down my face.

'I'm just going to go to the bathroom.' I decide, once the tears have stopped streaming down my face. I smile at the sound of my heels clacking down the empty hall before I turn almost instinctively once I notice an extra clack out of beat to mine. My body clashes harshly into the bare skin belonging to Damiano who dominates me with his strong eyes and height advantage. He takes a slight step forward causing my body to fall back to the cold wall where his huge hand meets my goose pimpled neck and his fingertips squeeze its sides. His index finger traces up to my bottom lip which he drags down easily, a smirk on his face as he sucks his own lip in slightly and watches my lip obediently fall with his finger tip. His body is so close to mine I feel unable to breath not only because of the pressure on my neck but also the force of his body trapping me against the wall. I'm positive he can feel my heart thumping and my throat trying to gulp under his grip. He watches my lips carefully, smudging my top lip with his thumb which he has moved from my neck allowing me to almost gasp for air before he presses it against my teeth beckoning me to allow it into my mouth. I have no choice but to open my mouth slightly and allow his thumb passage onto my tongue where his warmth radiates.
'Succhialo...' he tells me. I feel threatened yet completely safe in his presence at the exact same time, and the butterflies flickering deafeningly in my groin begin to take over any of my logic as I slowly hollow my cheeks around his thumb, retracting my tongue slightly and applying gentle suction. The rest of his fingers rest on my face, digging slightly into my skin as he forces his thumb further into my mouth slowly. His head rests against the side of mine and his mouth falls slowly to my neck, his breath condensing against my collarbone as I feel his wet tongue begin to swirl on my skin before his lips join in. My neck is the only thing that can vibrate as a moan trying to escape my occupied mouth struggles.
  His hips begin to slowly thrust against me and my legs turn to water when his free hand reaches for the hem of my skirt, pulling it up slightly until his extremely tight grip reaches for my thigh. My hands lie flat against the wall unsure of where to go or what exactly to do.

Suddenly he retires his touch from me. Releasing his lips from my neck leaving the cold air to attach to the saliva all over it. He uses his free fingers to wipe the corners of his mouth before he places the thumb just in my mouth into his and he hollows his cheekbones around it maintaining a meltingly seductive yet menacing gaze on my frozen eyes before he continues walking down the hall, closing the large set of doors behind him as he strides off.

I look quickly down the hallway at both ends to ensure that nobody is around before I cover my mouth in shock and quickly walk in the opposite direction.

*Next update will be TOMORROW* Sorry a Gyals gotta sleep xoxo