An interview with Jack White (like no other...)

Not going anywhere, Miss...

"How about you stay instead....?", he leaned down and whispered into my ear, sending a right shiver down my spine. There's something about a sexy raspy voice and a pair of soft lips against my ear that just about sends me over the edge. Just like it was doing right now. I curled my fingers around his neck, stroking his skin with my fingernails as his lips moved from my earlobe towards my mouth. He leaned in, just about to kiss me and I leaned in to meet his luscious mouth, when both of us stopped for a split second to look into each other's eyes.

We both had that look we could see in each other... Of immediate attraction, of a burning feeling inside, of a magnetic pull towards each other's lips, each other's breathing, each other's bodies. My heart was now in my throat as our lips finally met. His lips, so wet and soft, slid up against mine, parting them so gently, his tongue seeking out mine. He continued to kiss me in this sensual manner, all the while his hands moving from my lower back down to my butt and grabbing his hands full of my derrière.

Stopping for a moment, he looked at me, breathing into my face: "I don't know how I managed to control myself, watching you sitting there, with your legs crossed on my couch... All I could think about was prying your legs open and having you right there and then..." Obviously this was pure lust talking and not musician-journalist business logic. Who cares, I was in heaven at that very moment. Fuck it, the interview and my story filing can wait until tomorrow. Or Sunday.

"Jack, I .... I want you... Badly..." I purred, "I want you to have me, however you want me.... Have me..."

He took my hand into his and lead me up the stairs, down the hall and stopped at a pair of heavy timber doors, opening up to his bedroom. I walked in, holding his hand and kicking off my heels in the process. By this stage, I was feeling part tipsy and part horny so, barefoot, I leapt onto his bed and stood up, pulling his 6'2" fit body towards me. At this level, I could kiss him better without having to stand on my toes! We continued to kiss as I ran my hands down towards his waist, pulling his tshirt off over his head.