Ringo Starr Imagines

Love Talk

     It was an early morning when you awoke in bed facing the window where the sunlight pierced through the curtains.  Your husband had unfortunately left early to go to the studio to record music with the other lads.  However he left you a note saying how much he loved you and that he would be home early this time.  It was a promise written in his own handwriting and everything.  He also left some tea for you on the nightstand.

     You smiled sitting up in bed after reading the note, then you drank the tea looking out the window as the sun glinted through the curtains again.  You were just wearing a loose comfy bra, and some undies when you were just sitting up in bed sipping your tea.  Usually Ritchie stays at the studio until 4 in the afternoon while you cleaned up the house.  But him coming home early was a mystery to you.

     Ringo was at the studio now playing on the drums for one of the songs Taxman.  It was one of the songs that George sang.  All four of them were smoking dope and trying new kinds of drugs at the time.  However, Starkey never tried to do too much, besides, he only smoked once a week at the most.  George Harrison however, smoked a whole pack a day which was terrible for his lungs.

     When the song ended it was listened over by the sound box just from above.  They would listen too it and decided whether if it's any good or not, or if the four had to play the song again.  Now, playing the same song over and over became old, but they had to get it perfect.  The song Taxman was approved and would be cut and printed for the vinyl of Revolver.  The Beatles all decided to have a break at around 11 AM.

     They all went into the lounge room and sat around on the couches.  John smoked with George, meanwhile Paul and Ringo did not.  

"Ay Rich, how's ye' sex life?" John asked.

Ringo scoffed shaking his head, "Actually you jus' reminded me, I'm leaving early at about 1PM to go back home."

"How long has' it been then if you are tonight with Y/N?"

"Probably a month or two." Ringo said laughing nervously.

"Two months?!  I fuck me' girl once a week at the most!" John exclaimed out loud.

George wheezed adding to the conversation, "I haven't done much sex since you guys witnessed me lose my virginity."

"What about you Paul?" John asked.

McCartney scratched the back of his head smiling his toothed grin, looking at the ground,

"Er...not really no."

     Lennon rolled his eyes, "Well he's not talking, any how Ringo, I suggest ye' better make love good tonight for Y/N.  You don't want to be half-arse about it, if it's been two months she must be wetter then rain for ye---."

Paul cuts off John, "You don't need to tell Ringo how he's going to have sex with Y/N.  He does it his own way, from him, with his feelings."

"Says the man that hasn't made love too Asher." Lennon mumbled.

     "AY, don't patronize me.  We're still datin y'know.  Besides, maybe I jus' might dump her.  You might not know but, she always wants too keep waiting to ave' sex John.  You don't have any problems like that I'm sure of. Why? Because you ave' a fucking wife."  Paul takes out a cigarette and lights it.

     Ringo sighed, "Well...while you guys talk about your sex lives with your girls, I'm jus' gonna leave..."

     "We're sorry Ringo, I guess love is a bit tricky for us." George said with a shrug.

Ritchie sighed, "Love is love, and you don't want to be too harsh about it.  Jus' saying.

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     When Ringo came home early at around 1:30 he walked room the door  setting his coat on the rack, greeting you with a kiss on the lips.  You were in your robe when you had some left over lunch ready.  Although it had seemed like your husband was a bit tired when he kicked off his boots and laid in bed a while.  You decided to join him, just laying next too him.

     He looked over at you with a friendly smile, with his blue eyes as always.  He sat up with you eyeing your loose comfy bra, seeing your nipples a bit perky through the cloth fabric.  You blushed a little but Ringo thought it was cute.  In fact he the helped you slip off the loose comfy bra, Your full breasts bounced a little, then Ritchie naughtily cupped and kneaded them.

     You moaned with your head back a little, he lightly kissed your neck, peppering you with kisses.  He unbuttoned and takes off his shirt quickly, his lips still attached too yours.  You slipped off your panties, as he unzipped his trousers.  He pulls them down and kicks them off his feet.  Your arms wrapped around him as he rolled on top of you.  His clothed balls in his boxers rubbed against your wetness.

     Ritchie then puts his head down between your legs and tasted your sweetness.  He  held your thighs with his big hands, your breath hitched as he swirled his tongue licking and slurping.  All of your juices dripping from your hole.  He climbed back up on top of you pulling down his boxers panting.  His fat cock sprung up bouncing near your entrance.

     "I'm gunna fuck ye' nice and slow baby..." Ringo said deeply in your ear.

He decided to tease a bit more, "You'll feel my lovely cock in yer' soft pussy..."

You whined, "Please Ritchie! I need it! I need it so bad!"

     He smirked then placing his head in the crook of your neck and pushes in.  Stretching your girth and sheathing deep into your wetness.  Your back arched as you moaned helplessly.  He thrusted nice and slow as he told you so.  He felt amazing, and his length filled you up damn well.  

     You mewled when he started to fuck his hips faster and faster.  He grunted and groaned, kissing and licking your lips, he bites your neck seductively.  His cock twitched inside you, you head was back in the pillow with your face contorted with pleasure.

     "Ungh! Ungh! Mmh! Squeeze me baby!"  Ringo panted.

He held your hips and your walls flexed and relaxed on his cock squeezing it.  Ringo moaned with his eyes tightly shut and his mouth agape.

     He squirted all over you and into your hole.  Rocking your body upwards with his wet thrusting motions.  He whispered dirtily in your ear,

    "Ohhhh I love when ye' cunt makes tha' noise...."

     You moaned as you gripped and pulled his hair as he kissed you again.  

     He would make love too you all night if he wanted too, at least he was planning too since it was only 2 O clock in the afternoon.  He kept going for a while up until you became extremely exhausted, he rolled off of you panting and breathing hard.  Your hair was all messy and so was his.  The two of you looked over at eachother in bed.

     Ringo winked.