oh I dont have to try that hard to imagine it!

and btw.. in the idol extra vid when brooke talks about there superhero tandem name and he says.

"no way that terrible" He enunciates it so well that his tongue darts out and flickers and that damn stare into the camera!!

The best part of the whole thing!

OK, you asked for it. It is headed somewhere... this is the horrendously boring intro.
I'm almost embarrassed to put this here. It probably sucks. (Oh great... now I said "sucks.")
Anyway, here goes...


Tuesday night rolled around again, it seemed like an eternity since last week... Just like always. Watching American Idol, sadly, is about the one major thrill she gets each week. And major for one reason. Two words... David Cook. She always rooted for the rocker on the show, but one had never "got" her like this guy had. Away from the stage, he seemed like such a regular guy, funny, cool, sweet... But on stage... holy fuck. He was a total rock star in every way. He owned the stage, the crowd, and poured sex into every song he sang. She had a feeling he could make Mary Had A Little Lamb sound mind-numbingly hot. This guy just had it, and it drove her crazy. He turned her on like no one else. Made her feel things she hadn't in a long time, and some things she had never felt. So stupid, to have such desire for someone she had never met, but she couldn't help it. Every week, he would leave her longing for more, and she craved to have that feeling again. She knew she would only see him for about two minutes, but those two minutes were like the best sex she ever had. She could only imagine what actual sex with the man would be like... and if she'd be able to survive it... but she smiled, and longed for the chance, because she just knew it would take a LOT longer than two minutes.
She wanted him to know what he did to her... what she wanted him to do to her. Sometimes she felt that when he gave one of those "come hither" stares into the camera he was looking right at her as if to let her know he understood everything. Those looks, that voice, and her vivid imagination worked her to the verge of sexual frustration and without anyone to share it with, she was spending many a sleepless, restless night. Thinking of him. Wanting him. Trying to resist the urge to satisfy herself while she imagined it was his hands, his mouth, his... She wanted him to know that. Oh fuck it... She just wanted him.
She settled into her chair and waited... another eternity seemed to pass. Oh fuck. He's singing Music Of The Night... Its already an orgasm-inducing song without his magic touch. So hot, sensual, sexy... and with David singing it, Lord help us all, she thought. The minute the music started, the temperature in her room seemed to rise about 20 degrees... and her internal thermometer melted from the heat. She stared at the television lustfully... and for a moment, she swore he was looking back at her directly, not at a camera in a California theatre. Touch me... trust me... he sang, and she couldn't stop herself. She reached out and touched his face on the screen, and it almost looked like he reacted to the gentle stroke on his cheek. She backed away, not sure if what she thought she saw had really happened. She convinced herself it was just a coincidence, and went back to watching him.
She couldn't take the heat anymore, and pulled her shirt up over her head.

Out in California, David was onstage... singing... He knew what this song had the power to do, and he worked it for all it was worth. The words of Lord Webber echoed in his head... Sing it to the most beautiful woman in the world... He looked around the crowd, but there was no one that caught his eye. He decided to just visualize a beautiful woman instead, maybe that would work. He looked out at Camera 2, and instead of his own reflection in the lens, he saw her... and she was beautiful.


Shall I go on...?

GO ON! This is actually really cool

LOL! I wanted to, but I didn't want it to go TOO far, but after Rhoda's, I probably could get away with it

I've never been a fanfic writer, even though that's what that turned into back there LOL I'm not sure how to go about it LoL

~Steph

This is...fantastic so far.
More!


Oh come on...we know you have it in you.
...in you. Um...yeah.
So continue if you have more and want to share I think by now, pretty much anything goes in here.

heres another one just because it's funny. not to take away from the inteseness of this thread... wow

LMFAO!!!

I totally remember that song...

Ok, back to writing... Alternating between that and watching ER.

Back soon... the pressure's on... lol.

Well its about Damn Time you started to be!!!!!

Just continue using DC as your muse and it will come to you

LOL...I've tried to write a fanfic in the past and I got one chapter done and I couldn't keep going, it just didn't come to me Maybe I could try short stories LOL

~Steph

HOLY HELL ladies... I saw this thread last night - and I had to join.

Who knows, you may have inspired the "naughtiness" in me to come out in the written form....will definitely show here if it happens.

LOL! Well, he WAS my muse for what I wrote up there. That turned into something I never intended it to be, it just kept flowing out of me

~Steph

yeah...this is fun!!!i'm with other Daviddreamers!!
haah!!!
cool..

That is so funny! Josh Holloway was bumped down on my F-list to make room for David. LMAO

i remember singing that song as a child (obviously not knowing what it meant), and my parents being like "umm don't sing that please" hahahahaha.

I think the same thing! I actually stop sometimes and look around, paranoid. But I can't stop.



If you don't, I might die.




Yes. It's quite disappointing from time to time, but I'm addicted, can't help it.

Ok, I'm back with the next installment... lol, this was supposed to be a quick fantasy thing, and I'm turning it into a freaking novel!!
Couple thoughts before I post it. Random, almost 2-in-the-morning-I-should-be-sleeping-but-I'm-hanging-out-on-the-board-instead kind of thoughts. Thoughts that kinda fit the thread.
I was attempting to change my avi, cuz the pic I was using seems to be rather popular... and I read "David Cook- Your Control Panel." Maybe in the light of day it won't hit me the same way, but I thought, Dammit, I would love to play with David Cook's control panel...
And I noticed the subtitle of this thread has changed from "almost explicit" to just "explicit."
We've done it, girls... we've crossed the line into dirty Cookie land. And there's no going back, not that any of us want to.
David would be so proud...
Ok, anyway, onto part two. Its not bad, but I'm still getting to where I want to go...
Its a bit lengthy because I am trying to get myself out of the corner I have painted myself into.
Trying to figure out how the hell they're going to get together.
I'll figure it out, just not at 2 in the morning.
Let me know what you think...

Part two.

David moved to the edge of the stage, trying to get a closer look. Who was this woman, where was she... and how come he could see her in this camera? She was so close... he could see the longing in her soft blue eyes. In that moment, she became his muse... the woman Lord Andrew had spoken of. He sang to her... Touch me, trust me... he could see her reach out her hand, and in that instant, it was as if something softly brushed against his face. It startled him for a second, but he held onto his composure and continued to sing. He couldn't imagine what had just happened. How he could see an anonymous woman inside the lens, and actually sense her reaching out to him. It consumed his mind, but he needed to focus on his performance. He walked to the other side of the stage, and bore his gaze onto Camera 4... and saw nothing. He was looking, searching... but she wasn't there. He crossed back to Camera 2 as fast as he could. He needed to see her again, to try and decipher this mystery.
There she was... as he saw her, she did something he didn't expect. She took her shirt off in front of him, and tossed it... somewhere that he couldn't see. In doing this, she tousled her short blondish hair in all directions. It looked cute and kinda sexy. A sly smile crossed his face while he watched. He felt like a peeping tom spying on his unsuspecting victim. He felt like he should look away, but he couldn't. Her eyes, her hair, her mouth... and the fact that she was sitting there, watching him, and beginning a striptease she had no idea had an audience of one... all damn good reasons to not take his eyes away from that lens. God, he wanted that song to go on forever. He looked again. She had settled down in a chair that faced away from him, but her head was looking over her shoulder right at him. She was wearing a black bra and baggy sweats, and she was definitely sweating. One of her legs was thrown over the arm of the chair, and he could see as her fingertips traced lines up and down her thigh, moving slowly up... up... up... then disappeared from his view. Oh god, no, she couldn't be... not right in front of him... but the look on her face told him all he needed to know. He nearly forgot where he was, and the words he was supposed to sing. He was spying on her most intimate moment, and he didn't know a thing about her. She shouldn't be doing this while he watched. But how could she know that he could see almost everything she was doing, and imagine the rest? He closed his eyes, and could still see her... he let the last note of the song fly from his throat as the music reached the crescendo, and figured it was just a fantasy that would end with the music.
The final moments of the show were a blur to him. It didn't matter to him what anyone thought of his performance. Anyone but the girl in the camera. And he had a pretty good feeling he knew what she thought of it after what he witnessed... The power of the music of the night, indeed, he thought. He smiled again, and waited patiently for the credits to roll. After the audience, judges and almost everyone else had filed from the theatre, David remained standing on the stage. The crew guys were packing up, and he was waiting to get a closer look at that camera. To see if she was somehow still "in there." He sat at the piano and impatiently plunked out a series of random, yet tuneful, notes. Eventually, he was the only person left in the room. He hopped off the stage, and approached the camera cautiously. It had been powered off, so he didn't know what to expect. He peered into the lens, and much to his satisfaction, there she was. He no longer cared to question why or how this was happening. All that mattered is that she was there.
She had changed since he last saw her. Damn, he thought... I missed it. All she wore now was a short, sapphire blue, silk nightie. And fuckin' A, she looked good in it. It clung to her curves in all the right places. He stared for a moment while she unsuspectingly moved around in the room. What was she doing? He couldn't hear a thing... so he kept watching... he couldn't figure it out... then he realized she was dancing. Slowly swaying to music he couldn't hear. Back and forth, turning slowly in circles, with her beautiful eyes eyes closed. He wondered what music might be on that iPod. What might be playing in her ears that she was getting so lost in. For a moment, he selfishly hoped it was one of his own songs. He imagined that it was. Captivated, he studied every movement of her body until she stopped. The song obviously over, she removed the earphones and set them and the iPod down and out of his view. Dammit, this chick was driving him crazy, and this voyeuristic view was really turning him on. He wanted to reach out to her, but figured it was impossible.
Then a thought crossed his mind-- I could feel it when she reached out to touch me... and I can see everything she does... I wonder if she can hear me? He knew if anyone were to see him at this moment, they would think he was a freakin' moron, staring into a camera, and now he was about to talk to it. But he had to take a shot at it. He had to know if this was real, or if he was seriously fucked up in the head and imagining things. It hadn't been THAT long since he had been with someone, and with the exposure he was getting came plenty of offers. He certainly didn't need to IMAGINE a fantasy woman. But he couldn't walk away without finding out what was going on. He had no idea what to say. Come on, Cook, he thought to himself. You've talked to plenty of chicks before. Just fucking say SOMETHING. Without a clue what he should say, he said in a half whisper... Hey. Ummm... hey you. Hi. Uh, can you hear me?
She was sitting with her back to him, brushing her hair. No response.
Nothing. He said it again, only a little louder the second time.
Hey. Hey, you over there... can you hear me?
And much to his surprise, she stopped what she was doing, turned around, and looked right at him.


Tune in next time...

Edit: I added a little bit toward the end of this part. Still working on how they'll get together...

Nooo! I didn't want it to end! I.LOVE.THIS! You MUST keep going with this, it's a really great start and a REALLY creative idea. Pleeease keep going -begs-

I have no idea what I'd think if I was her. I would probably think that this thread had finally gotten to my head and that I had slipped over the edge

And WHOO HOO for finally crossing all the way over the line into just plain EXPLICIT, yay us!

~Steph

HOLY CRAP.

That made my mind...well jump into your story. And it was good.

Yay! I'm happy to see a few ladies bring up workin' it with the mouth, because, well, I confess. I'm hooked on it and I can't help it!

I too have experienced "doing it while he's driving"...trying to avoid any cops on the road; so fun!

Hmmmmm...rocker boy...get the ultimate pleasure while you're naked except for your guitar on your back! Oh, and your ink. Yeah, I like that image.

His mouth...good LAWD.

The way he smiles out of the side of his mouth drives me WILD!

Hey girls, how's it going? His mouth is amazing, but I'm a sucker for his eyes. I swear, he could probably impregnate me with just one look

Since he's giving all of us that same damn look,
I think he better get ready for a lot of paternity suits...

FO SHO!

More like he better get ready to spend time with all his little children

[font="Tahoma"][/font][color="#800080"][/color]Okay okay.
I've been lurking for a while but I saw this and it totally inspired to write something kind of I don't know...sexual?
Haha.

It's like him telling the story not the girl.

You will get my drift after you read it.


Your eyes are pleading me to hurt you.
You speak no words, but I slip my hand between your legs.
You focus on me as I'm hurting you.
You enjoy this pain and say harder.
I'll teach you the things that I've known for a while.
I'll pull your hair, choke you, and handcuff you to the bedpost.
"Do you like that?" I asked. You say "Harder baby, I want more."
I start to run my hands all over your body, rubbing it with baby oil.
Then I start to kiss you on your lips, tongue and everything.
You desire me to keep touching you as I hold back.
You call me a tease but I won't allow that.
I strip from my clothes and my underwear, just me bear.
You tell me to handcuff you and I do.
You push me onto the bed and take control.
You lick my lips and slip your tongue into my mouth.
I start to moan a little and you tell me to be quiet.
You say you have a surprise for me.
You start to lick my neck, and then go to my chest, and then down to my dick.
You start to rub it and then you put your mouth on my head. You start to suck and oh, it feels good.
You stand up and get the handcuffs and handcuff me to the bedpost.
I'm really enjoying this, I say.
And then you sit upon me. And stare into my eyes.
You look at me like you want more pleasure but I know you want more than this.
You get up walk to the side of the bed, kiss me on the lips.
"I want you more than anything." You say.
"Well you have me apparently, take me."
You un handcuff me and lay beside me.
I get up but you tell me to lay back down.
I lay with you, touching and feeling your hips.
You smile and then start to cry.
I imagine this in my mind that you want love.
Not the hurt from the love I can give you.
I kiss your lips, and then you sit upon me and tell me you love me.
We start to make love and then later on as soon as I'm about to come I tell you I love you.



um yeah

Okay, is there a Nobel prize for Maths - because I've just discovered the best equation in the world...

Cook looking hot as hell with red hair etc + watching an old episode of Buffy with James Marsters looking particularly fine = The best dream in the whole damm world

That was EFFIN HOT!

aha well it took me like 5 minutes to write... i was thinking a lot

ooh Sperm Rayed Eyes one of DC's amazing super power
what a superhero eh?

i'm bored
so what's new girls? i need more new fantasies! now!




i guess i wasn't the only one




if only, if only
ugh computer geeks or whatever NEEDS to make this machine NOW!

Oh Fuck yeah!!!!




I love this... please continue.. this is so fascinating.. you go girl!!!!!!!!

And I have to congratulate all of us horny, naughty women for going to explicit instead of almost explicit. We'd like to thank David Cook for being so freaking HOT and inspiring all of our dirty little thoughts.. Thank you David..

What's the fun of ALMOST going to the raunchy place but not quite getting there? It's just...boring.

I know for a fact that I drive some of my friends crazy with the way that I talk about sex, but hell, I can't help it. I am just a fucking naughty girl!

Yes, thank you VERRRRY much, David. If only he knew what he's pushed us to create, just by existing

~Steph

Two years ago my boyfriend and I went to see Bon Jovi in concert. Jon would look at the camera and smile and all the girls screamed....He knew the effect a small glance and smile does to his fans...David is very smart to pick this up early...we'll always vote for a smile and a wink

(My boyfriend was not happy that it had an effect on me too haha)

Oh yeah, Jon Bon Jovi is definitely the master at the "smile to drive them wild". David's been taking lessons!

*thud* Me too....*puddle*

Well I got very bored today in school and I didn't have much time to think, but I did come up with a small fraction of something...

Just think about those wonderful lips of his...

He starts at your neck and then works his way down..way on down. LOL. ok, so neck..then to the chest and then to waist and he bites your panties with his teeth and pulls them down (up?? well i'm seeing this as you're laying down and to get them off, you gotta raise your legs) and his hands are on your legs and they're being touched like the touches the mic stand. Do you know what I mean? and then imagine those big beautiful eyes looking into your's, filled with passion and lust..

and then i got cut off by my teacher....I'd go into more detail, but I'm feelin pretty lazy today...sorry.

I'm gonna bump this to the first post even tho it's third cuz I'm bored.

*BUMP*

OHMYGOD. Spike was one of my first crushes ever. He's just... uhhh.
Davidy Spike thoughts or Spikey David thoughts are just... cause to go wipe myself off because it just got a little moist in here.

*wants more fantasies than what I just posted*

although I had a dream about him last night and I can't remember it! grr!

Alright...you guys wanted more, so I'll try I'm going to incorporate some of the lyrics of Music Of The Night since that's what inspired all of this LOL It's kind of long, but I didn't think you guys would mind the details LOL

I can't believe I'm posting this. Like I said, I've never written something like this before -bites nails-

Part Two:

As he stared into your eyes, both of you breathing deeply, you had a million thoughts running through your mind. What if someone finds out? What if he regrets this later? What if YOU regret this later? You don't even know him. What if you're not good enough for him?

Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
purge your thoughts of the life you knew before

Before your next thought could run through across your mind, David grabs your face in his hands and kisses you with more passion than you've ever been kissed before. He parts your lips with his tongue and you can't help but reciprocate the action. At that moment, you let go of any worries that you have in your head and surrender to the power he has over you, it's worthless to try to fight it any longer.

Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before

You place a hand on the back of his head, slightly tugging at his hair, causing a faint sigh to escape his lips against yours. He pulls you over to the front of the piano, shoving the bench away. He sits you down on the keys, causing a loud mixture of combined notes to come from the large instrument. You desperately reach down and pull his black t-shirt from his body. You reach up and grab the necklace he has around his neck and pull him down to meet your hungry lips with his. He leans over you, pushing you back against the piano as he gets your jeans unfastened. He pulls away from the kiss and slowly pulls the jeans down along with your panties, gazing up at you. He throws the garmets to the side and start kissing up your leg slowly, you close your eyes and swallow hard. The feeling of his lips and the slight scruff of his facial hair against your skin is driving you crazy. He stands back up and kisses you deeply, making a soft sound against your lips.

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation

You get him undressed as quickly as you can, desperate to feel him inside of you. No one has ever made you react the way he is, but you're definitely enjoying it. He pulls your shirt over your head quickly and throws it to the side. He leans down and places his lips against your neck and starts sucking on your skin. As he does so, he reaches behind you, unhooking your bra, then takes it off and throws it. He runs his hands down your body, causing shivers to run throughout your whole body. He stands between your legs and kisses your lips with more passion that you ever knew could exist. The whole room is completely silent except for the heavy breathing between the two of you. He enters you unexpectedly, without any hesitation, causing a loud moan to come from your lips, arching your body against his. He starts to move slowly, sighing into your mouth. He drops his head to your chest, teasing you with gentle pressure as he lets his tongue brush across your nipple. You sigh his name softly and wrap your legs around his waist, needing to feel him deeper. As he thrusts in and out, he almost pulls himself completely away from your body before sinking back in. He kisses your lips, you bite his bottom lip slightly as you moan loudly, the pleasure he's creating in you is like nothing you've ever experienced. You lift your hips up to meet with his as he rocks against them, causing you both to pull away from the kiss to gasp and moan, the sounds filling the theater. You can feel him starting to tense up against your body as he thrusts deeper and harder, groaning loudly. You put your hands on his shoulders, squeezing tightly, your nails sinking into his skin a little. "Oh God, I'm so close..." he sighs, moving faster, leaning his forehead against your shoulder. You cry out and arch your body against him as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere, the sensation traveling to every nerve ending in your body. The feeling of you contracting around him is too much to handle. A breathy groan leaves his throat as he releases into you as he continues to thrust in and out slowly, his body shaking ever so slightly.

You both stay there, so still, as your breathing starts to go back to normal. Your heart is pounding, but not from what just happened, it's because of him. At this moment you're feeling so connected to this man you've never met until now and you don't know why. He stands up straight a little, opens his eyes slowly and looks at you, breathing deeply. He leans down and kisses you softly and puts a hand against your cheek. You look up at him, into his intense, hazel eyes, wanting to never look into someone else's again from this moment on. He runs a hand over your hair as he whispers...

"You alone can make my song take flight...
...help me make the music of the night"

The End

I hope you guys liked it. I can't believe you convinced me to post this

~Steph

Well.. uh...

I woke up with this in my head. I hope I can remember it all...

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You are waiting for David at the back entrance to the American Idol studio. Surprisingly, no one else is around.

David walks out. You go up to him and say hello. He smiles and says hello.

You stare into his eyes and realize that actions speak louder than words, so you grab him and kiss him. At first, he is reluctant, but then, he kisses you back. Hard.

You push him up against the wall. He grabs your shirt and pulls it over your head. With his quick hands, he unsnaps your bra and takes it off. You put your hands on his ass, and pull him close to you, grinding into the growing bulge in his jeans.

With one quick move, he has you up against the wall.

His lips go from your mouth, to your neck, down to your breasts. He sucks on your right breast, looking up at you with those gorgeous eyes. You breath has been taken away from you. All you can muster is a low moan.

You reach down and unzip his pants, putting your hand down into his boxers. You feel how hard he is, and it brings a smile to your face. You rub him, harder. Faster. He moans in your ear.

He flips you around, kisses down your back, then back up. He leans in, and whispers in your ear, "You ready for me?"

All you can say is, "God... Yes."

He reaches down, rubs your clit as he slips in behind you. Your knees go weak when you feel him inside you. He fucks you, slowly, gently until you can't stand it anymore. "Fuck me harder, David". He complies, fucking you until you just can't take anymore. The waves of orgasm overtake you.

Moments later, David cums inside you.

The two of you sit down in the alley, too spent to move for the moment. He lays his head on your stomach, and the two of your just lie and breathe together.

"I was right," you say.

"Right? About what?"

"I knew you could fuck the moment I saw you dancing to 'Please Don't Stop The Music'. I've been trying ever since to prove myself right. I like being right."

He laughs.

You then realize that at any time, you could get caught back there and that would not look good for David's career. You get up and get dressed.

"Hey. Hey! What's your name?" David asks.

You turn around and smile and tell him your name.

"Will I see you again?"

You reach into your purse, and pull out your business card, which has your phone number and address on it. You hand it to him and think to yourself, "God, I hope so". Out loud, you say, "Here's my number and address. Call anytime."

haha omg
I just read over the thing I wrote.
I can't believe I posted it

Nice...
Get home from a long day at work to find a couple of lovely little treats to read...
Good work, girls!
And now it appears that the pressure is on me, and not in a good way... lol.
My written work has been positively dull and tame by comparison.
Working on a way to spice things up a bit... I promise...
Well, I hope so anyway.

I've had that thought a million times! LOL

Great story, by the way, HOT LOL

~Steph

mkay. Don't have much time..

what is he doing? idk..reading this thread? lol
but here it goes. just a random thing popping into my head:

so he gets a little hot around the collar..and he's rubbing himself, and he's getting really hard and he reaches down his pants and strokes lightly and then hastily undoes his pants. he starts a slow, rythmic up and down motion and he breathes a little harder. and he goes faster and faster and he's biting his lip and moaning and he lets out a few grunts as he releases himself into his hand with his head back...

Good lord. Is it hot in here? It took me forever to catch up on the bajillion of pages, but it was def. worth it..

Damn!

I think that story calls for a visual:

Oh God...not visuals...

~Steph

BWAHAHAHAHAHA

i luv you kim... seriously!!!!!

oh the dreams i will have tonight!!

Oh. My. Hell. Thanks Chelsey for the words... and Kim for the visual...
You don't know how much I needed that.

I was trying to write... but now I can't even think, never mind type.
Well, I can think, but I definitely CANNOT type.
I'll have part 3 soon... just not tonight. Tonight is for, ummm, something else.

He has GOT to read this stuff.