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14 February 1963

Paul's success in England just kept getting better. In fact, he spent the 11th recording his first studio album, the session lasting from 10am to 10pm. He was regularly playing at various venues, not only the cavern and the odd show elsewhere. There was no indicator of it slowing down.

He was busier as his fame increased, but he always made time to rawdog you in a supply closet, or lay down and moan while you played with his sweet body. Today he'd played at a well known venue in the city: the Locarno Ballroom.

You wanted to get him something nice to show your appreciation and congratulate him. Earlier this week, you'd gone to a lingerie store. The store was having a sale on pink and red garments to celebrate the holiday. You browsed the little store, the busts dressed in things ranging from structured push ups to satin bralettes.

You found something that caught your eye. Seeing the way the ethereal fabric draped from the hanger, you knew immediately that it was perfect. You brought it to the counter, placing it in front of the woman working the register.

"Good choice, I'm sure your man will love it." She said as she folded it. The light from the windows hit the garment as it moved, causing shimmery highlights to appear.

"Hope so." You said. You could only picture how nice it would look on him. His body couldn't be mistaken for a woman's obviously, but it would compliment his pale skin so nicely, draping over his body's curves as he moved. You took the paper bag from her, then left the store.

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You picked him up at the ballroom. Paul was revved up after the show, a light sheen of sweat on his face, still unable to keep still. As soon as he saw you he pressed his plush lips to your in a salty kiss, you could feel his quick heartbeat. His eyes were wide open and glassy, still smiling from the performance.

You took him back to the room. Once you closed the door Paul pushed you against it, attacking your neck. He pressed his body tightly against yours, and you could feel his violent heartbeat against you. He smelled strongly of energy. As the contours of his body pressed deeper against yours, you could tell he was hard. He sloppily attacked your mouth next, not very mindful of hitting the target.

It seemed that performing didn't just excite him mentally. The cheering and shouting fed Paul's ego, and nothing turned him on like praise and validation. The show would end, and he'd still be riled up. He needed to release that pent up energy somehow.

You would let him take you right then and there against the door, then eventually the floor, but you had something special for him tonight.

"I got you a present," you said, moving your head away to speak.

"Hmm, really?" He was by your ear now, leaving wet marks.

After a moment he let go of you, and you got the bag off the dresser.

You slowly pulled it out, revealing the silky sheer fabric. You'd bought a sweet pink babydoll negligee. It had thin satin straps, a low sweetheart neckline that would loosely cling to his chest, cinch just above the waist, then transition to the light flowy bottom half. The neckline had some lace, but you didn't want to go overboard with frills as to make it seem like a joke or costume. It was perfect for his figure, not a woman's, but with subtle curves.

"Want to try it on?"

He nodded.

You went to undress him. Paul had been wearing one of the suits he wore during performances. You loved masculine clothing on him as well. The trousers flattered his legs well, high waisted, accentuating his hips where the shirt tucked in. The jacket would show off the curve of his back, though concealing some things, leaving it to the imagination. His beauty was in the dichotomy of his feminine and masculine traits.