Don't Stop Me Now: Queen's Erotic Escapades

Freddie Mercury

You and Freddie were having a rare night out together at his favorite club in London. You're wearing a tight black dress that hugged your curves, and your long black hair was cascading down your back. Freddie couldn't help but feel proud to have you by his side. You two had been dating for several months now, but Freddie's busy schedule with Queen often made it difficult for you to spend much time together.

The club was packed with people, and the atmosphere was electric. You and Freddie had been dancing and drinking, lost in your own little world, when a drunk man stumbled up to you. He leered at you and made crude comments that made Freddie's blood boil.

"Hey there, pretty lady" he slurred, grabbing your arm. "Why don't you come dance with me instead?"

Freddie stepped between the man and you, his eyes flashing with anger. "Leave her alone" he growled.

The man sneered at Freddie. "Who do you think you are? Her bodyguard?"

Freddie's jaw clenched. You could feel the tension in his body, and you knew that things were about to get ugly.

"Come on, let's just go somewhere else" you whispered, tugging on Freddie's arm.

But Freddie wasn't about to let this man get away with harassing his girlfriend. He stepped closer to the man and said, "You don't want to mess with me. I suggest you leave before things get out of hand."

The man laughed, but it was a nervous, uneasy laugh. He could see the fire in Freddie's eyes, and he knew that he had picked the wrong person to mess with.

"You're not worth it" the man muttered, stumbling away from you and Freddie.

Freddie breathed a sigh of relief as the man disappeared into the crowd. He turned to you, his face flushed with anger and adrenaline.

"Are you okay?" he asked, taking your hand and leading you to a quieter corner of the club.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Thank you, Freddie. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here."

Freddie pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "I'll always be here for you, my love," he whispered.

You looked up at him, your eyes shining with tears. "I know," you said. "But sometimes it feels like we're always fighting against the world, doesn't it?"

Freddie's expression softened. He knew exactly what you meant. Being a rockstar came with its own set of challenges, and he often felt like he was constantly battling against the media, the industry, and the expectations of his fans.

But when he was with you, none of that mattered. You are his rock, his safe haven, his home.

He leaned down and kissed you gently, his lips soft and tender against yours. They were lost in their own little world, oblivious to the chaos of the club around them.

When you two finally pulled away, you looked up at Freddie with a mixture of love and sadness in your eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stroking your hair.

You sighed. "It's just...I wish we could be together more often. It's hard, always being apart."

Freddie felt a pang of guilt. He knew that he had been neglecting your relationship lately, caught up in the whirlwind of Queen's success.

"I know, my love," he said. "I promise that we'll make more time for each other. We'll go away somewhere, just the two of us. What do you say?"

Your face lit up. "I'd love that," you said.

Freddie smiled, feeling the weight of the world lift off his shoulders. For a moment, he was just a man in love, with no worries or cares.