QUOTE (SaucyAussieCookFan @ Apr 25 2008, 08:29 PM) 
Oh God...not visuals... 
~Steph
~Steph
Why NOT visuals?!
More please. hehe.
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Why NOT visuals?!
More please. hehe.
QUOTE (Cassandra @ Apr 25 2008, 10:48 PM)
Why NOT visuals?!
More please. hehe.
More please. hehe.
Why no visuals? Because they'll make me want more alone time than I've already taken today
I guess that wouldn't be SUCH a bad thing...
~Steph
QUOTE (SaucyAussieCookFan @ Apr 25 2008, 08:52 PM)
Why no visuals? Because they'll make me want more alone time than I've already taken today
I guess that wouldn't be SUCH a bad thing...
~Steph
I guess that wouldn't be SUCH a bad thing...
~Steph
It's never a bad thing when it has to do with David.
QUOTE (Cassandra @ Apr 25 2008, 10:48 PM)
Why NOT visuals?!
More please. hehe.
More please. hehe.
More?
Well, this is the only other one I currently have (stolen from here, obviously)...
QUOTE (Kimberley @ Apr 26 2008, 12:02 AM)
More?
Well, this is the only other one I currently have (stolen from here, obviously)...
Well, this is the only other one I currently have (stolen from here, obviously)...
WOW.
He reads this thread a LOT, doesn't he???
QUOTE (Rock 'n' Roll Soul @ Apr 25 2008, 11:08 PM)
WOW.
He reads this thread a LOT, doesn't he???
He reads this thread a LOT, doesn't he???
LOL...Let's hope so
~Steph
An older one... lmao!
QUOTE (Cassandra @ Apr 25 2008, 11:21 PM)
An older one... lmao!
He looks VERY pleasured in that picture and he's very happy about it ~Steph
QUOTE (Cassandra @ Apr 25 2008, 11:21 PM)
An older one... lmao!
and look at that perverted voyeur over his shoulder... I told him to leave, but he wanted to watch, so I figured what the hell?
QUOTE (Kimberley @ Apr 26 2008, 12:40 AM)
and look at that perverted voyeur over his shoulder... I told him to leave, but he wanted to watch, so I figured what the hell?
Is it hot in here or is it the thought of taking him on with someone else watching...?
Of course, for visuals, we can't forget this one.
And with a mic in his other hand... just how, ummm, talented is this guy?
Such focus, such dedication...
I'm offering to give freedom to that hidden hand for him.
Freedom to grab the mic with both hands.
Freedom to grab the back of my head and make sure I take all of him in...
Savor each sensation...
I'll never hear that song quite the same way again.
QUOTE (Rock 'n' Roll Soul @ Apr 26 2008, 12:26 AM)
Is it hot in here or is it the thought of taking him on with someone else watching...?
Oh, it is most definitely the thought.
Too bad Michael Johns is married...
QUOTE (Kimberley @ Apr 26 2008, 01:40 AM)
Oh, it is most definitely the thought.
Too bad Michael Johns is married...
Too bad Michael Johns is married...
That is a shame... to everyone but his wife that is.
If David were to ever read anything like this thread, it would probably make him very, very glad that he isn't married...
Why would he want to when he has all of us here ready, willing and more than able to carry out any fantasy he could possibly dream up... and maybe a few he hasn't thought of yet...
I just meant, Michael could watch... join in if he wanted... but he's married, so 
Now, I must mention this:
So, I just downloaded the studio version of "The Music of the Night" to my MP3 player, and I have come to a realization...
David singing "The Music of the Night" and sex with David... same outcome.
Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment.
Now, I must mention this:
So, I just downloaded the studio version of "The Music of the Night" to my MP3 player, and I have come to a realization...
David singing "The Music of the Night" and sex with David... same outcome.
Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment.
QUOTE (Kimberley @ Apr 26 2008, 01:00 AM)
I just meant, Michael could watch... join in if he wanted... but he's married, so
Now, I must mention this:
So, I just downloaded the studio version of "The Music of the Night" to my MP3 player, and I have come to a realization...
David singing "The Music of the Night" and sex with David... same outcome.
Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment.
Now, I must mention this:
So, I just downloaded the studio version of "The Music of the Night" to my MP3 player, and I have come to a realization...
David singing "The Music of the Night" and sex with David... same outcome.
Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment.
Agreed...definitely the same outcome LOL~Steph
If you want hot and I know you all seen this
But while hes singing the song it looks like hes trying to make love to the camera
Hopefully some of you noticed that
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxVzkZLzoLU
But while hes singing the song it looks like hes trying to make love to the camera
Hopefully some of you noticed that
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxVzkZLzoLU
Billie Jean was the one that did me in. I was a lost cause after watching that.
I swear, sometimes I feel like he could just fuck me through the TV... and sometimes I feel like he has.
I swear, sometimes I feel like he could just fuck me through the TV... and sometimes I feel like he has.
QUOTE (Kimberley @ Apr 26 2008, 02:00 AM)
I just meant, Michael could watch... join in if he wanted... but he's married, so
Now, I must mention this:
So, I just downloaded the studio version of "The Music of the Night" to my MP3 player, and I have come to a realization...
David singing "The Music of the Night" and sex with David... same outcome.
Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment.
Now, I must mention this:
So, I just downloaded the studio version of "The Music of the Night" to my MP3 player, and I have come to a realization...
David singing "The Music of the Night" and sex with David... same outcome.
Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment.
I'm listening to it right now.
And I agree... multiple times. (I didn't call it orgasm inducing for nothing.)
Why do you think he really picked that song?
He wants to have sex with all of us... and that was to let us know what the "outcome" would feel like.
I thnk I'm ready for the real thing now.
But until then... I need a little "me" time.
I think the outcome for me would be death... but hell, in that case, I'm ready to die! Come on, David. Kill me. Please. 
QUOTE (Kimberley @ Apr 26 2008, 02:13 AM)
Billie Jean was the one that did me in. I was a lost cause after watching that.
I swear, sometimes I feel like he could just fuck me through the TV... and sometimes I feel like he has.
I swear, sometimes I feel like he could just fuck me through the TV... and sometimes I feel like he has.
Haha
When he was singing Billie Jean and his hand was going down the mic stand
it made me swoon
Even tho thats weird
QUOTE (BethRiot @ Apr 26 2008, 01:19 AM)
Haha
When he was singing Billie Jean and his hand was going down the mic stand
it made me swoon
Even tho thats weird
When he was singing Billie Jean and his hand was going down the mic stand
it made me swoon
Even tho thats weird
That's not weird. At least not to me. I wanted to be the microphone and the stand.
If David does kill me, I hope that I get reincarnated as his microphone.
Yeah, yeah, yeah... gotta love the BJ. Take that as you wish.
He had me at Day Tripper...
THAT was the one that did it for me.
That "I'm already a damn rock star" arrogance... that "I could fuck you right here on the stage right now and you'd beg for more" cockiness... (take that as you wish as well...) And the voice box... lord the things that boy can do with his mouth...
Yep, thats when I was a goner. And its just gotten worse.
And that is how I plan to die. With a big fuckin' grin on my face too.
I can already see the obituary...
And I want to come back as his guitar.
He had me at Day Tripper...
THAT was the one that did it for me.
That "I'm already a damn rock star" arrogance... that "I could fuck you right here on the stage right now and you'd beg for more" cockiness... (take that as you wish as well...) And the voice box... lord the things that boy can do with his mouth...
Yep, thats when I was a goner. And its just gotten worse.
And that is how I plan to die. With a big fuckin' grin on my face too.
I can already see the obituary...
And I want to come back as his guitar.
QUOTE (SaucyAussieCookFan @ Apr 25 2008, 05:53 PM)
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
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
HOLY CHRIST.
Happy dreams to me tonight!
That was hot!!
QUOTE (Rock 'n' Roll Soul @ Apr 25 2008, 11:30 PM)
Yeah, yeah, yeah... gotta love the BJ. Take that as you wish.
He had me at Day Tripper...
THAT was the one that did it for me.
That "I'm already a damn rock star" arrogance... that "I could fuck you right here on the stage right now and you'd beg for more" cockiness... (take that as you wish as well...) And the voice box... lord the things that boy can do with his mouth...
Yep, thats when I was a goner. And its just gotten worse.
And that is how I plan to die. With a big fuckin' grin on my face too.
I can already see the obituary...
And I want to come back as his guitar.
He had me at Day Tripper...
THAT was the one that did it for me.
That "I'm already a damn rock star" arrogance... that "I could fuck you right here on the stage right now and you'd beg for more" cockiness... (take that as you wish as well...) And the voice box... lord the things that boy can do with his mouth...
Yep, thats when I was a goner. And its just gotten worse.
And that is how I plan to die. With a big fuckin' grin on my face too.
I can already see the obituary...
And I want to come back as his guitar.
Same here, Day Tripper was the night he officially topped my "DOMENOW" list.
I cannot BELIEVE I'm posting this here...but... I was sharing with Steph as I was writing...and yea...the reaction was good...so....here goes nothing:
The steel doors closed with a heavy ‘thunk’ behind you…as you entered the backstage area. Knowing who you were looking for, you let yourself scan the crowd, but couldn’t find him. David had sung “Always Be My Baby” and even more so, had gotten emotional…which made him even sexier. There wasn't anyone in the backstage area, which was strange, so you start walking down a long corridor to her right. Then you see him…and there’s a brief moment where you swear your heart is going to leap into your throat. Looking hotter than he was on stage, he’s just sitting there – strumming his guitar quietly and you have to grip the wall to keep from falling as you imagine the skill and precision his fingers must know. You step closer, but your shoe must’ve made a noise because he stops and looks up at you. He smiles, that delicious sideways grin, almost looking embarrassed; and in an instant you realize it’s probably a good time to start talking.
“Please…” you begin, “Don’t stop on my account…what was that?”
“Nothing in particular…I tend to just play as relaxation after the show.”
“Really…” you say, stepping closer to him, “you just made that up?”
He smiled again…this time looking right into your soul, unable to do much of anything else; you sit next to him, watching his hands work the guitar. You watch him lose himself in his own world, eyes closed, hands continuously moving hitting notes, combining them in beautiful ways that are too melodic that you’re sure no one else could and would ever think of. “And this is all off the cuff!” Eventually you realize that you’ve become lost in his world too…because you feel him watching you. You open your eyes to find he’s now watching you quizzically; you open your mouth to say something, startled to see him so close, but instead you act on impulse. You kiss him…because you’ve always wanted to. To your surprise you feel his fingertips on your cheek, returning your sentiment matching your hesitation. Knowing exactly where this would lead, and totally aware of the situation and location you pull back.
“I’m sorry…” you begin, licking your lips, fully aware that his taste still lingered, “I just meant to say the song you’re playing is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he said, grinning. Grinning was all it took, placing a hand on his cheek, brushing your thumb against his stubble; you take the guitar from his lap, placing it gently on the ground next to you. You kiss him again, with more tenacity this time. You notice the stiffness of his body language fade away as you both fall against the couch, his weight on top of you. You sigh into his lips as his fingers trace the frame of your body, eventually tangling in your hair. His other hand begins trailing you’re your neck, lingering on your chest, stopping at the sensitive spot where your shirt and skirt meet. With every second that passes, his touch excites every inch of your skin more and more, you bite down on his bottom lip, drawing a rough growl from his throat. Breaking your kiss, gasping for air, he works the bottom buttons of your shirt kissing the small area of your stomach that has now been revealed. Your head falls back as his tongue grazes now electrified skin. A low moan escapes your throat, and for a brief moment he stops, smiling at you, eyes dark with lust. Your mouth falls open, knowing that look, knowing there’s no turning back now, if you don’t say stop. But, that’s farthest from your mind, your body is already lost in the sensations he is eliciting from you…and you want nothing to do with them stopping. He leans into you, his full weight falling against you, his lips meeting the hot skin under your hair, behind your ear. Unable to wait much longer you bring your hand almost between your legs, needing to increase the sensations, only to have him stop you.
“Not yet…” he growls into your ear.
He continues kissing your neck, licking it every once in a while…ever so slightly, teasing you as much as he wants. Before long you feel his hand sneak underneath your skirt, pushing the hem up. You gasp as his finger finds the edge of your panties and begins to pull them slowly down your leg. You grab his face, bringing his lips up to meet your own, kissing him hungrily. His hand teases the skin of your inner thigh, and your back involuntarily arches against him. You feel him grin against your mouth.
“What do you want…”
Far beyond the ability to form a complete, coherent sentence, you manage to choke out a whisper, “you.”
That was all the affirmation he needed, he captures your lips again in a hungry kiss, one hand against your back, holding you close, the other…still teasing. Eager for more, you push your hips up against his hand, egging him on. Finally, ceasing his teasing, you feel his hand travel upwards, unable to stifle gasp as his fingertip finds your clit…inhaling sharply as he begins rubbing, knowing exactly what it’ll do to you. He shifts his body weight so he’s now next to you, his fingers never losing the rhythm. Now nibbling on your ear lobe, growling words of encouragement…to let go in your ear, you allow your head to fall back surrendering completely. Slowly your hips rise, increasing the pressure, and in turn the speed, making every movement an effort to get closer to the edge.
“Do you like that..?” he whispers…his tone showing he’s enjoying this as much as you.
“God…yesss…” you manage to choke out, “Please…don’t stop.”
He begins working his fingers at a faster pace, and soon the familiar warmth spreads from your head to your toes. As your knees and body shiver, he holds back, making you groan in frustration. Needing that moment of sweet release, you try to squeeze your own hand in to finish the job…only to be stopped again. Only this time he uses his free hand to pin your arms above your head. Without warning he starts up again, more feverish than before, making you gasp and moan, nearly beg for release. And then it comes, your jaw drops open and your head falls back in silence at first, growing to a growl that even surprises yourself. Unable to move, you lay there, staring up at his lust filled eyes, confident they mirror the look of your own, waiting for your heart rate to return to normal. You lean forward to kiss him again, but he puts a finger on your lips.
“You have…no idea how sexy that was…” he breathes in your ear.
You look up at him, utterly confused at what had just happened, and before you can speak, he continues.
“Just promise me it’s my turn next time….”
The steel doors closed with a heavy ‘thunk’ behind you…as you entered the backstage area. Knowing who you were looking for, you let yourself scan the crowd, but couldn’t find him. David had sung “Always Be My Baby” and even more so, had gotten emotional…which made him even sexier. There wasn't anyone in the backstage area, which was strange, so you start walking down a long corridor to her right. Then you see him…and there’s a brief moment where you swear your heart is going to leap into your throat. Looking hotter than he was on stage, he’s just sitting there – strumming his guitar quietly and you have to grip the wall to keep from falling as you imagine the skill and precision his fingers must know. You step closer, but your shoe must’ve made a noise because he stops and looks up at you. He smiles, that delicious sideways grin, almost looking embarrassed; and in an instant you realize it’s probably a good time to start talking.
“Please…” you begin, “Don’t stop on my account…what was that?”
“Nothing in particular…I tend to just play as relaxation after the show.”
“Really…” you say, stepping closer to him, “you just made that up?”
He smiled again…this time looking right into your soul, unable to do much of anything else; you sit next to him, watching his hands work the guitar. You watch him lose himself in his own world, eyes closed, hands continuously moving hitting notes, combining them in beautiful ways that are too melodic that you’re sure no one else could and would ever think of. “And this is all off the cuff!” Eventually you realize that you’ve become lost in his world too…because you feel him watching you. You open your eyes to find he’s now watching you quizzically; you open your mouth to say something, startled to see him so close, but instead you act on impulse. You kiss him…because you’ve always wanted to. To your surprise you feel his fingertips on your cheek, returning your sentiment matching your hesitation. Knowing exactly where this would lead, and totally aware of the situation and location you pull back.
“I’m sorry…” you begin, licking your lips, fully aware that his taste still lingered, “I just meant to say the song you’re playing is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he said, grinning. Grinning was all it took, placing a hand on his cheek, brushing your thumb against his stubble; you take the guitar from his lap, placing it gently on the ground next to you. You kiss him again, with more tenacity this time. You notice the stiffness of his body language fade away as you both fall against the couch, his weight on top of you. You sigh into his lips as his fingers trace the frame of your body, eventually tangling in your hair. His other hand begins trailing you’re your neck, lingering on your chest, stopping at the sensitive spot where your shirt and skirt meet. With every second that passes, his touch excites every inch of your skin more and more, you bite down on his bottom lip, drawing a rough growl from his throat. Breaking your kiss, gasping for air, he works the bottom buttons of your shirt kissing the small area of your stomach that has now been revealed. Your head falls back as his tongue grazes now electrified skin. A low moan escapes your throat, and for a brief moment he stops, smiling at you, eyes dark with lust. Your mouth falls open, knowing that look, knowing there’s no turning back now, if you don’t say stop. But, that’s farthest from your mind, your body is already lost in the sensations he is eliciting from you…and you want nothing to do with them stopping. He leans into you, his full weight falling against you, his lips meeting the hot skin under your hair, behind your ear. Unable to wait much longer you bring your hand almost between your legs, needing to increase the sensations, only to have him stop you.
“Not yet…” he growls into your ear.
He continues kissing your neck, licking it every once in a while…ever so slightly, teasing you as much as he wants. Before long you feel his hand sneak underneath your skirt, pushing the hem up. You gasp as his finger finds the edge of your panties and begins to pull them slowly down your leg. You grab his face, bringing his lips up to meet your own, kissing him hungrily. His hand teases the skin of your inner thigh, and your back involuntarily arches against him. You feel him grin against your mouth.
“What do you want…”
Far beyond the ability to form a complete, coherent sentence, you manage to choke out a whisper, “you.”
That was all the affirmation he needed, he captures your lips again in a hungry kiss, one hand against your back, holding you close, the other…still teasing. Eager for more, you push your hips up against his hand, egging him on. Finally, ceasing his teasing, you feel his hand travel upwards, unable to stifle gasp as his fingertip finds your clit…inhaling sharply as he begins rubbing, knowing exactly what it’ll do to you. He shifts his body weight so he’s now next to you, his fingers never losing the rhythm. Now nibbling on your ear lobe, growling words of encouragement…to let go in your ear, you allow your head to fall back surrendering completely. Slowly your hips rise, increasing the pressure, and in turn the speed, making every movement an effort to get closer to the edge.
“Do you like that..?” he whispers…his tone showing he’s enjoying this as much as you.
“God…yesss…” you manage to choke out, “Please…don’t stop.”
He begins working his fingers at a faster pace, and soon the familiar warmth spreads from your head to your toes. As your knees and body shiver, he holds back, making you groan in frustration. Needing that moment of sweet release, you try to squeeze your own hand in to finish the job…only to be stopped again. Only this time he uses his free hand to pin your arms above your head. Without warning he starts up again, more feverish than before, making you gasp and moan, nearly beg for release. And then it comes, your jaw drops open and your head falls back in silence at first, growing to a growl that even surprises yourself. Unable to move, you lay there, staring up at his lust filled eyes, confident they mirror the look of your own, waiting for your heart rate to return to normal. You lean forward to kiss him again, but he puts a finger on your lips.
“You have…no idea how sexy that was…” he breathes in your ear.
You look up at him, utterly confused at what had just happened, and before you can speak, he continues.
“Just promise me it’s my turn next time….”
BRAVO!!!
That was amazing.
And my goodness, can you only IMAGINE if ish went down like that at AI?
That was amazing.
And my goodness, can you only IMAGINE if ish went down like that at AI?
QUOTE (Lizzy @ Apr 26 2008, 01:37 AM)
“You have…no idea how sexy that was…” he breathes in your ear.
You look up at him, utterly confused at what had just happened, and before you can speak, he continues.
“Just promise me it’s my turn next time….”
You look up at him, utterly confused at what had just happened, and before you can speak, he continues.
“Just promise me it’s my turn next time….”
Heeeey Liz
I'm SO glad you posted this here LoLYou already know how hot I think it was, I've been telling you all night
But, OMG...reading it altogether like this made it even hotter LOLI told you I thought the girls would like this, and if they don't, well...I'm going to think they're crazy and that they've been kidnapped by aliens
~Steph
QUOTE (Kimberley @ Apr 25 2008, 05:56 PM)
Well.. uh...
I woke up with this in my head. I hope I can remember it all...
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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."
I woke up with this in my head. I hope I can remember it all...
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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."
I love it! The perfect strangers.
QUOTE (Lizzy @ Apr 26 2008, 01:37 AM)
I cannot BELIEVE I'm posting this here...but... I was sharing with Steph as I was writing...and yea...the reaction was good...so....here goes nothing:
The steel doors closed with a heavy ‘thunk’ behind you…as you entered the backstage area. Knowing who you were looking for, you let yourself scan the crowd, but couldn’t find him. David had sung “Always Be My Baby” and even more so, had gotten emotional…which made him even sexier. There wasn't anyone in the backstage area, which was strange, so you start walking down a long corridor to her right. Then you see him…and there’s a brief moment where you swear your heart is going to leap into your throat. Looking hotter than he was on stage, he’s just sitting there – strumming his guitar quietly and you have to grip the wall to keep from falling as you imagine the skill and precision his fingers must know. You step closer, but your shoe must’ve made a noise because he stops and looks up at you. He smiles, that delicious sideways grin, almost looking embarrassed; and in an instant you realize it’s probably a good time to start talking.
“Please…” you begin, “Don’t stop on my account…what was that?”
“Nothing in particular…I tend to just play as relaxation after the show.”
“Really…” you say, stepping closer to him, “you just made that up?”
He smiled again…this time looking right into your soul, unable to do much of anything else; you sit next to him, watching his hands work the guitar. You watch him lose himself in his own world, eyes closed, hands continuously moving hitting notes, combining them in beautiful ways that are too melodic that you’re sure no one else could and would ever think of. “And this is all off the cuff!” Eventually you realize that you’ve become lost in his world too…because you feel him watching you. You open your eyes to find he’s now watching you quizzically; you open your mouth to say something, startled to see him so close, but instead you act on impulse. You kiss him…because you’ve always wanted to. To your surprise you feel his fingertips on your cheek, returning your sentiment matching your hesitation. Knowing exactly where this would lead, and totally aware of the situation and location you pull back.
“I’m sorry…” you begin, licking your lips, fully aware that his taste still lingered, “I just meant to say the song you’re playing is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he said, grinning. Grinning was all it took, placing a hand on his cheek, brushing your thumb against his stubble; you take the guitar from his lap, placing it gently on the ground next to you. You kiss him again, with more tenacity this time. You notice the stiffness of his body language fade away as you both fall against the couch, his weight on top of you. You sigh into his lips as his fingers trace the frame of your body, eventually tangling in your hair. His other hand begins trailing you’re your neck, lingering on your chest, stopping at the sensitive spot where your shirt and skirt meet. With every second that passes, his touch excites every inch of your skin more and more, you bite down on his bottom lip, drawing a rough growl from his throat. Breaking your kiss, gasping for air, he works the bottom buttons of your shirt kissing the small area of your stomach that has now been revealed. Your head falls back as his tongue grazes now electrified skin. A low moan escapes your throat, and for a brief moment he stops, smiling at you, eyes dark with lust. Your mouth falls open, knowing that look, knowing there’s no turning back now, if you don’t say stop. But, that’s farthest from your mind, your body is already lost in the sensations he is eliciting from you…and you want nothing to do with them stopping. He leans into you, his full weight falling against you, his lips meeting the hot skin under your hair, behind your ear. Unable to wait much longer you bring your hand almost between your legs, needing to increase the sensations, only to have him stop you.
“Not yet…” he growls into your ear.
He continues kissing your neck, licking it every once in a while…ever so slightly, teasing you as much as he wants. Before long you feel his hand sneak underneath your skirt, pushing the hem up. You gasp as his finger finds the edge of your panties and begins to pull them slowly down your leg. You grab his face, bringing his lips up to meet your own, kissing him hungrily. His hand teases the skin of your inner thigh, and your back involuntarily arches against him. You feel him grin against your mouth.
“What do you want…”
Far beyond the ability to form a complete, coherent sentence, you manage to choke out a whisper, “you.”
That was all the affirmation he needed, he captures your lips again in a hungry kiss, one hand against your back, holding you close, the other…still teasing. Eager for more, you push your hips up against his hand, egging him on. Finally, ceasing his teasing, you feel his hand travel upwards, unable to stifle gasp as his fingertip finds your clit…inhaling sharply as he begins rubbing, knowing exactly what it’ll do to you. He shifts his body weight so he’s now next to you, his fingers never losing the rhythm. Now nibbling on your ear lobe, growling words of encouragement…to let go in your ear, you allow your head to fall back surrendering completely. Slowly your hips rise, increasing the pressure, and in turn the speed, making every movement an effort to get closer to the edge.
“Do you like that..?” he whispers…his tone showing he’s enjoying this as much as you.
“God…yesss…” you manage to choke out, “Please…don’t stop.”
He begins working his fingers at a faster pace, and soon the familiar warmth spreads from your head to your toes. As your knees and body shiver, he holds back, making you groan in frustration. Needing that moment of sweet release, you try to squeeze your own hand in to finish the job…only to be stopped again. Only this time he uses his free hand to pin your arms above your head. Without warning he starts up again, more feverish than before, making you gasp and moan, nearly beg for release. And then it comes, your jaw drops open and your head falls back in silence at first, growing to a growl that even surprises yourself. Unable to move, you lay there, staring up at his lust filled eyes, confident they mirror the look of your own, waiting for your heart rate to return to normal. You lean forward to kiss him again, but he puts a finger on your lips.
“You have…no idea how sexy that was…” he breathes in your ear.
You look up at him, utterly confused at what had just happened, and before you can speak, he continues.
“Just promise me it’s my turn next time….”
The steel doors closed with a heavy ‘thunk’ behind you…as you entered the backstage area. Knowing who you were looking for, you let yourself scan the crowd, but couldn’t find him. David had sung “Always Be My Baby” and even more so, had gotten emotional…which made him even sexier. There wasn't anyone in the backstage area, which was strange, so you start walking down a long corridor to her right. Then you see him…and there’s a brief moment where you swear your heart is going to leap into your throat. Looking hotter than he was on stage, he’s just sitting there – strumming his guitar quietly and you have to grip the wall to keep from falling as you imagine the skill and precision his fingers must know. You step closer, but your shoe must’ve made a noise because he stops and looks up at you. He smiles, that delicious sideways grin, almost looking embarrassed; and in an instant you realize it’s probably a good time to start talking.
“Please…” you begin, “Don’t stop on my account…what was that?”
“Nothing in particular…I tend to just play as relaxation after the show.”
“Really…” you say, stepping closer to him, “you just made that up?”
He smiled again…this time looking right into your soul, unable to do much of anything else; you sit next to him, watching his hands work the guitar. You watch him lose himself in his own world, eyes closed, hands continuously moving hitting notes, combining them in beautiful ways that are too melodic that you’re sure no one else could and would ever think of. “And this is all off the cuff!” Eventually you realize that you’ve become lost in his world too…because you feel him watching you. You open your eyes to find he’s now watching you quizzically; you open your mouth to say something, startled to see him so close, but instead you act on impulse. You kiss him…because you’ve always wanted to. To your surprise you feel his fingertips on your cheek, returning your sentiment matching your hesitation. Knowing exactly where this would lead, and totally aware of the situation and location you pull back.
“I’m sorry…” you begin, licking your lips, fully aware that his taste still lingered, “I just meant to say the song you’re playing is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he said, grinning. Grinning was all it took, placing a hand on his cheek, brushing your thumb against his stubble; you take the guitar from his lap, placing it gently on the ground next to you. You kiss him again, with more tenacity this time. You notice the stiffness of his body language fade away as you both fall against the couch, his weight on top of you. You sigh into his lips as his fingers trace the frame of your body, eventually tangling in your hair. His other hand begins trailing you’re your neck, lingering on your chest, stopping at the sensitive spot where your shirt and skirt meet. With every second that passes, his touch excites every inch of your skin more and more, you bite down on his bottom lip, drawing a rough growl from his throat. Breaking your kiss, gasping for air, he works the bottom buttons of your shirt kissing the small area of your stomach that has now been revealed. Your head falls back as his tongue grazes now electrified skin. A low moan escapes your throat, and for a brief moment he stops, smiling at you, eyes dark with lust. Your mouth falls open, knowing that look, knowing there’s no turning back now, if you don’t say stop. But, that’s farthest from your mind, your body is already lost in the sensations he is eliciting from you…and you want nothing to do with them stopping. He leans into you, his full weight falling against you, his lips meeting the hot skin under your hair, behind your ear. Unable to wait much longer you bring your hand almost between your legs, needing to increase the sensations, only to have him stop you.
“Not yet…” he growls into your ear.
He continues kissing your neck, licking it every once in a while…ever so slightly, teasing you as much as he wants. Before long you feel his hand sneak underneath your skirt, pushing the hem up. You gasp as his finger finds the edge of your panties and begins to pull them slowly down your leg. You grab his face, bringing his lips up to meet your own, kissing him hungrily. His hand teases the skin of your inner thigh, and your back involuntarily arches against him. You feel him grin against your mouth.
“What do you want…”
Far beyond the ability to form a complete, coherent sentence, you manage to choke out a whisper, “you.”
That was all the affirmation he needed, he captures your lips again in a hungry kiss, one hand against your back, holding you close, the other…still teasing. Eager for more, you push your hips up against his hand, egging him on. Finally, ceasing his teasing, you feel his hand travel upwards, unable to stifle gasp as his fingertip finds your clit…inhaling sharply as he begins rubbing, knowing exactly what it’ll do to you. He shifts his body weight so he’s now next to you, his fingers never losing the rhythm. Now nibbling on your ear lobe, growling words of encouragement…to let go in your ear, you allow your head to fall back surrendering completely. Slowly your hips rise, increasing the pressure, and in turn the speed, making every movement an effort to get closer to the edge.
“Do you like that..?” he whispers…his tone showing he’s enjoying this as much as you.
“God…yesss…” you manage to choke out, “Please…don’t stop.”
He begins working his fingers at a faster pace, and soon the familiar warmth spreads from your head to your toes. As your knees and body shiver, he holds back, making you groan in frustration. Needing that moment of sweet release, you try to squeeze your own hand in to finish the job…only to be stopped again. Only this time he uses his free hand to pin your arms above your head. Without warning he starts up again, more feverish than before, making you gasp and moan, nearly beg for release. And then it comes, your jaw drops open and your head falls back in silence at first, growing to a growl that even surprises yourself. Unable to move, you lay there, staring up at his lust filled eyes, confident they mirror the look of your own, waiting for your heart rate to return to normal. You lean forward to kiss him again, but he puts a finger on your lips.
“You have…no idea how sexy that was…” he breathes in your ear.
You look up at him, utterly confused at what had just happened, and before you can speak, he continues.
“Just promise me it’s my turn next time….”
Oh. My. God.
And please, for the love of everything holy, give him his damn turn!
QUOTE (Kimberley @ Apr 26 2008, 01:56 AM)
Oh. My. God.
And please, for the love of everything holy, give him his damn turn!
And please, for the love of everything holy, give him his damn turn!
Agreed, agreed, agreed. 100% agreed
Get to it, Liz! LOL J/K
~Steph
QUOTE (Kimberley @ Apr 25 2008, 11:56 PM)
Oh. My. God.
And please, for the love of everything holy, give him his damn turn!
And please, for the love of everything holy, give him his damn turn!
I second, third and fourth this!
I think this thread needs a momentary theme song.
Dangerous - Depeche Mode
The things you do
Aren't good for my health
The moves you make
You make for yourself
The means you use
Aren't meant to confuse
Although they do
They're the ones that I would choose
I wouldn't want it any other way
You wouldn't let me any way
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
The lies you tell
Aren't meant to deceive
They're not there
For me to believe
I've heard
Your vicious words
You know by now
It takes a lot to see me hurt
I couldn't take it any other way
But there's a price I have to pay
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
Hmmmmm...things that aren't good for one's health...like getting teased just to the point of coming but not being allowed. Yeah, that's dangerous, all right.
Dangerous - Depeche Mode
The things you do
Aren't good for my health
The moves you make
You make for yourself
The means you use
Aren't meant to confuse
Although they do
They're the ones that I would choose
I wouldn't want it any other way
You wouldn't let me any way
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
The lies you tell
Aren't meant to deceive
They're not there
For me to believe
I've heard
Your vicious words
You know by now
It takes a lot to see me hurt
I couldn't take it any other way
But there's a price I have to pay
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
Hmmmmm...things that aren't good for one's health...like getting teased just to the point of coming but not being allowed. Yeah, that's dangerous, all right.
QUOTE (NorCalKayla @ Apr 26 2008, 03:30 AM)
I think this thread needs a momentary theme song.
Dangerous - Depeche Mode
The things you do
Aren't good for my health
The moves you make
You make for yourself
The means you use
Aren't meant to confuse
Although they do
They're the ones that I would choose
I wouldn't want it any other way
You wouldn't let me any way
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
The lies you tell
Aren't meant to deceive
They're not there
For me to believe
I've heard
Your vicious words
You know by now
It takes a lot to see me hurt
I couldn't take it any other way
But there's a price I have to pay
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
Hmmmmm...things that aren't good for one's health...like getting teased just to the point of coming but not being allowed. Yeah, that's dangerous, all right.
Dangerous - Depeche Mode
The things you do
Aren't good for my health
The moves you make
You make for yourself
The means you use
Aren't meant to confuse
Although they do
They're the ones that I would choose
I wouldn't want it any other way
You wouldn't let me any way
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
The lies you tell
Aren't meant to deceive
They're not there
For me to believe
I've heard
Your vicious words
You know by now
It takes a lot to see me hurt
I couldn't take it any other way
But there's a price I have to pay
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
Hmmmmm...things that aren't good for one's health...like getting teased just to the point of coming but not being allowed. Yeah, that's dangerous, all right.
haha i love it
great song too
Awesome song Lizzy
Great song for this thread fo sho!
Those lyrics say it perfectly
QUOTE (NorCalKayla @ Apr 25 2008, 11:30 PM)
Hmmmmm...things that aren't good for one's health...like getting teased just to the point of coming but not being allowed. Yeah, that's dangerous, all right.
*Twitches* Who knew a simple thought could increase the temperature ohhh so much...
you ladies are on fire tonight......man
I actually never had a dream about David
Hopefully I will when I sleep later
Then I should post in here what happened.
Hopefully it's good.
Hmm what about Nine Inch Nails - Closer?
Lol.
That probably most describes this thread
You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
See?
Hopefully I will when I sleep later
Then I should post in here what happened.
Hopefully it's good.
QUOTE (NorCalKayla @ Apr 26 2008, 03:30 AM)
I think this thread needs a momentary theme song.
Dangerous - Depeche Mode
The things you do
Aren't good for my health
The moves you make
You make for yourself
The means you use
Aren't meant to confuse
Although they do
They're the ones that I would choose
I wouldn't want it any other way
You wouldn't let me any way
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
The lies you tell
Aren't meant to deceive
They're not there
For me to believe
I've heard
Your vicious words
You know by now
It takes a lot to see me hurt
I couldn't take it any other way
But there's a price I have to pay
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
Hmmmmm...things that aren't good for one's health...like getting teased just to the point of coming but not being allowed. Yeah, that's dangerous, all right.
Dangerous - Depeche Mode
The things you do
Aren't good for my health
The moves you make
You make for yourself
The means you use
Aren't meant to confuse
Although they do
They're the ones that I would choose
I wouldn't want it any other way
You wouldn't let me any way
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
The lies you tell
Aren't meant to deceive
They're not there
For me to believe
I've heard
Your vicious words
You know by now
It takes a lot to see me hurt
I couldn't take it any other way
But there's a price I have to pay
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
When I am in your arms
Dangerous
Know I won't come to harm
Dangerous
The way you leave me wanting more
Dangerous
That's what I want you for
Dangerous
Hmmmmm...things that aren't good for one's health...like getting teased just to the point of coming but not being allowed. Yeah, that's dangerous, all right.
Hmm what about Nine Inch Nails - Closer?
Lol.
That probably most describes this thread
You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
See?
Violate me, fuck me like an animal... uh, yeah. I think I'm gonna have to put that song on my MP3 player.
It's already on mine.
I think he needs to sing this song... wait, no scratch that. That could very well kill me.
Edit: I don't mean on American Idol. I meant, like a cover or something. People are always doing other people's songs.
Edit: I don't mean on American Idol. I meant, like a cover or something. People are always doing other people's songs.
Yes he should.
I'll listen to it all day probably
I'll listen to it all day probably
QUOTE (Kimberley @ Apr 25 2008, 10:13 PM)
Billie Jean was the one that did me in. I was a lost cause after watching that.
I swear, sometimes I feel like he could just fuck me through the TV... and sometimes I feel like he has.
I swear, sometimes I feel like he could just fuck me through the TV... and sometimes I feel like he has.
I agree. Does anyone else feel tired after he preforms?? Like..you watch it and well..you know what goes on when you watch it...and then after it feels like you really did just do it...or am I nuts??
QUOTE (BethRiot @ Apr 26 2008, 01:03 AM)
If you want hot and I know you all seen this
But while hes singing the song it looks like hes trying to make love to the camera
Hopefully some of you noticed that
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxVzkZLzoLU
But while hes singing the song it looks like hes trying to make love to the camera
Hopefully some of you noticed that
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxVzkZLzoLU
Oh yeah I noticed...but ty...I could watch him sing that over n over again.
QUOTE (BethRiot @ Apr 26 2008, 01:24 AM)
Hmm what about Nine Inch Nails - Closer?
Lol.
That probably most describes this thread
You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
See?
Lol.
That probably most describes this thread
You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
See?
Yeah, that is fucking perfect too. I *love* that song!
This thread became a perfect catalyst last night to make someone a *VERY* happy man!
QUOTE (Kimberley @ Apr 26 2008, 04:52 AM)
I think he needs to sing this song... wait, no scratch that. That could very well kill me.
Edit: I don't mean on American Idol. I meant, like a cover or something. People are always doing other people's songs.
Edit: I don't mean on American Idol. I meant, like a cover or something. People are always doing other people's songs.
Too bad he can't sing it on Idol...
He'd win, hands down.
I need to get back to writing.
I imagined the entire part three last night, (alone, dammit!!!), and then found it difficult to sleep.
Now I just need to write it all down.
But this whole thread is just so satesfying in the meantime...
I have been lurking in this thread for awhile, so thought it was time I posted--this is by far the porniest DC thread I have seen anywhere, so I think my anecdote fits well here (he would freakin' DIE if he heard how obscene you (we) ladies are!) I heard someone once say "David Cook is like female viagra!" and now I know it's true...
I was having sex with a new guy I have been seeing and I was having a little trouble, um, finishing, so I closed my eyes and started imagining I was, uh, "astride" David and not this other guy (sorry, other guy!) And in about 5 seconds flat...! So thank you David, yes it was good for me! Try it ladies, you won't be sorry...
I was having sex with a new guy I have been seeing and I was having a little trouble, um, finishing, so I closed my eyes and started imagining I was, uh, "astride" David and not this other guy (sorry, other guy!) And in about 5 seconds flat...! So thank you David, yes it was good for me! Try it ladies, you won't be sorry...
This thread is HOT! How did I let it pass me by?!!
I just want him to take his shirt off and play his guitar and sing right in front of me....oh hell yeah!
I don't like to get extremely explicit on the internet.
I just want him to take his shirt off and play his guitar and sing right in front of me....oh hell yeah!
I don't like to get extremely explicit on the internet.
QUOTE (notmylover @ Apr 26 2008, 10:28 AM)
I was having sex with a new guy I have been seeing and I was having a little trouble, um, finishing, so I closed my eyes and started imagining I was, uh, "astride" David and not this other guy (sorry, other guy!) And in about 5 seconds flat...bam! So thank you David Cook for being one hot lay! Try it ladies, you won't be sorry...
hahaha...I believe it
QUOTE (Chelsey loves Cookie @ Apr 26 2008, 09:00 AM)
I agree. Does anyone else feel tired after he preforms?? Like..you watch it and well..you know what goes on when you watch it...and then after it feels like you really did just do it...or am I nuts??
I'm with ya. Lord knows, i feel like i just went 10 rounds with the man after every performance.
He is just soo incredible! I have to tell you guys I fell asleep b4 and I had this sex dream with David. omg it felt so real. I don't want to sound too dirty
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