What happens when you go to a pre-show party with a candy bowl full of E, molly and diablo and a table of free liquor?
You end up on your hands and knees straddled on top of some hot guy and having several thick flesh sticks working in and out of you like a damn piston.
At least, this is how I ended up.
I should start from the beginning.
There’s this band that I’ve been listening to since the beginning of high school and I am completely in love with the fucking singer. Even in my late 20s I rub myself silly thinking of all the ways he could fuck me. Even while being pounded by the guys I’ve dated, I imagined myself being hammered by him. The lead singer was called Nero, but that was just his stage name. Unlike other rock stars, he kept his personal life private but a little persistent stalking from me and I was able to find out more about him. I never shared anything I discovered. I kept it all in notebook under my bed.