He is not my type, he's a pretty boy actor. A roll in the hay is one thing, but a relationship, with someone who dated a whiney little Teen Idol. No Thanks!
I modeled the Female OC after my favorite female Rock star, Amy Lee. I'm only using her like...
This women is going to be the death of me, I want her more than I've ever wanted someone. Which is crazy, because I'm usually interested in those who, are well bred, well mannered, but can get freaky in the bed. Kinsley definitely has the freaky down pat, but as for being well mannered, and well bred, that leaves a lot to be desired. I love the wild, unhinged, dame that she is. Even down to the way she dresses, it matches her personality.
I have laid awake many nights, imagining how it would feel, to be buried deep inside her, her moaning my name over and over, begging me for release, my hands tangled in her thick raven colored hair, giving her permission to cum all over my pulsating cock. The fantasy always ending with my hot sticky liquid squirting onto my bare stomach.
Tonight will be no different, I think to myself, as I walk back to my flat, feeling the usual bulge in my pants, after any run in, with that intriging, beautiful, sexy, women.
Once back into the privacy of my dimmly lit flat, I let my mind drift off into fantasyland, once more.
Kinsley
I don't want to want him, but everytime I'm close to him, my lady parts seem to tell a very different story. His scent, his arrogance, his body, that long lean body, those bedroom eyes, that intoxicating English accent, he could read the fucking phonebook, and I would be able to wring out my panties, by the time he finished. I close my eyes at night, and images, no, naughty, dirty images, pop into my mind. Making my sex ache, fantasizing that my fingers, are his very experienced tongue on my clit. My hands, are his hands cupping my breasts. His name on my lips, as a paralyzing orgasm rips through my body. He's like a drug, that I want to quit, but my body is already addicted.
What has this man done to me? and how long, can I hold up this charade, pretending I don't want him. When he is all I want.
Tom
The next evening.
I'm sitting with Ben in the front row, at Kinsley's concert, waiting for the show to start. Ben continues to ask me questions about Kinsely, which is annoying, since I know he doesn't like her.
"It's not that I don't like her Tom, I just don't see the attraction, I mean, she's gothic, she's mouthy, she's rude, and totally not your type, okay, I don't like her." I chuckle at him, out of amusment.
"Tell me, how you really feel Ben." Ben shrugs his shoulders, looking apologetic, for his words.
"You're my best friend, Ben, but your not going to change my mind, because, I'm already on the hook, I can't be saved. He rolls his eyes at me, as the lights go down, and Kinsley's startes her opening song.
"Damn, I'm mesmerized by her talent and charisma, not to mention the love for her fans. She wears herself out on stage, for their benefit. Then will stay an extra couple of hours, to take pics with fans, and sign autographs. She's amazing.
Ben comments rudely on her outlandish outfit, but all I can do, is stare at her.
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Two hours and three encores later, she finally leaves the stage, while the crowd was still going crazy for her. I wait for her patiently, alone, Ben, bailing out over an hour ago. To finish with her fans.
I may have imagined it, but I could have sworn, Kinsley motioned for me to follow her as she heads back stage, to change. Just in case, I was wrong, I stand there, waiting for her to notice I wasn't following her. She turns again in my direction, this time, she points at me, then motions with her finger to come here. I quickly, fall in behind her, following her to the dressing room.
As soon as the door closes behind us, Kinsley is pushing me back against the door, going up on her tippy toes, grabbing me around the neck, and pulling me down to meet her lips. I try to pick her up, so she can wrap her legs around me, she stops me, She takes back the control, by pushing me down on the couch, next to the door, and straddles my lap. Her lips crashing down on mine, grabbing a handful of my short hair.
My hands, move under her ass, picking her up, then throwing her down on the couch, and I climb on top of her, my body trapping her, under me. Then there's a knock on the door. Kinsley, quickly pushes me off of her, just as her agent pops his head in the door.
"Sorry, to interrupt, but your, back stage passers, are here."
"Okay, be right there." I run my hand over my face, trying to recover from our make out session.
"Pretty boy, my hotel, in two hours." She demands, while adjusting her clothing.
"You want me, you come to me, darling." I say, taking back control. She sighs loudly.
" Baby, My hotel, or nothing." She says, winking at me, and walks out of the dressing room, leaving me, to ponder over her demands.
