 |
| THE BRADFIELD LOOK by Little Baby Laura You've been waiting for almost 9 hours now to see The Manics. Your feet are sore, you're both hungry and thirsty and you have to go to the bathroom too! Christ! Why are you even doing this? You put yourself and your body through SO much, over and over and over again, just to see this band! It's a miracle no one's put you in a mental hospital yet. You smile to yourself. Still. You really DO love this band, don't you? You can't live without them. The music, the lyrics, the slogans, James. Oh James.. How you would just LOVE to… Just as you start thinking dirty things about James, the lights go out, people start clapping, they enter the stage and there he is! James! Your James! The man of your fucking dreams! Oh he's so hot! You feel like you can't take it! The way he caresses that white Les Paul with his beautiful, beautiful hands. The way he leans his head back, argh, you feel like screaming!! His body, oh his gorgeous body, the very way he moves is making you so wet! And his eyes. his sexy, deep brown eyes. it seems like he's looking right at you! Oh my God. He is looking right at you! He's just standing there, playing his guitar, shaping the words to "Motorcycle Emptiness" with his sweet lips and he's looking you RIGHT in the eyes. It's like he's singing it to you! And when he sings the line "All we want from you are the kick you've given us", he fucking winks at you! AH! It seems like a dream but it's NOT! It's true! It's actually happening! For 30 seconds he just looks at you. And it's like he's cast a spell on you. After that you just can't take your eyes away from him. You barely even hear the music. You just look at him, hoping that he will look at you like that again just ONE more time. But he doesn't. HE says goodnight, they disappear, but you're not giving up just yet! HE gave you "The Bradfield-look" and now you want to know what he meant by it! Before you know it, you've managed to sneak backstage. Forget set lists, forget plectrums, all you want is James! Desperately, with your eyes wide open, you look for him. Where can he be? You look everywhere and…nothing? Not a beer, not a white Les Paul, not even a feather boa in sight! You stop. Is he gone? No, that's impossible! He can't just leave you this unsatisfied! You lower your head, almost in tears. "Looking for something?" You lift your head. You know this voice. But it seems like your body won't move! Finally you manage to turn around, slowly, as if you're afraid of the person standing RIGHT behind you. You look up and there he is. Sweaty, short of breath, sexy as FUCK! And he's giving you that same Bradfield-look and a wry smile but you're paralysed! You try your best to smile back but you simply can't! Slowly, he places his hand on your stiffened arm. "I saw you waiting for us. You waited quite a long time, didn't you?" You pull yourself together and nod. He smiles again. "It's nice..." He tightens his hand around your arm "...to know that someone will do that for you…" He puts his other hand on your shoulder and you feel the tip of his fingers brushing against your neck "…it's...sexy." He hesitates, his eyes are on fire, his lips are wet and tempting and suddenly you just lose control! You rush against him, one hand around his neck, the other one firmly placed on his arse, you close your eyes and then…the kiss. So soft, so gentle. He slips his soft tongue in between your lips and you eagerly suck it, play with it. Then he stops, he looks around, and then he takes you by the hand and drags you into some sort of dressing room. Mirrors, clothes, a bed. He closes the door and pushes you up against the wall. He looks at your body. Your short, black mini-skirt and your pink top. It's like he's eating you with his eyes and it's such a turn on! "Damn, you're sexy," he whispers, as he outs his hand under your skirt and starts to rub his middle finger against your clit through your soaking panties. You close your eyes; lean your head back against the wall. Is this really happening? You moan as he licks your lips, your neck, your chest, still rubbing your clit through your panties. Then with both hands he strips them off. For a moment he just stands there, lifting up your mini skirt, looking at your pussy. Then he kneels down, lifts your leg and places it on his shoulder. One finger inside of you, two fingers, three. Slowly moving in and out of you. He knows EXACTELY how it should be done. He starts massaging your clit with his thumb, still with his fingers moving in and out of you. Your breath is heavy and you sweat. "Open you eyes" he says. And you watch him as his mouth slowly approaches your wet, awaiting clit. Just before his tongue reaches your clit, he stops. Then he looks at you with those eyes, and he keeps looking at you while slowly sucks your clit into his mouth. He licks it. He plays with it. He twirls it around, still looking your right in your eyes. You moan. You're almost screaming now! He moves his head down and starts licking the wet skin around your opening. Then he inserts his tongue. Twirls it around inside of you, all the time licking and kissing and sucking. He goes on and on and on, just waiting for you to come. You try to scream but you can't. it's so fantastic. You grab his hair as you feel your orgasm approaching. You moan something to let him know that you're coming, but he just presses his face harder against your pussy and you watch the juices drip from his face. He stays there for a little while, you feel his warm breath against your pussy. Then he removes his head, gets up and he pushes you onto the bed. He tears off your skirt and top, and then he practically rips off his own t-shirt. You can see it in his eyes. He wants to fuck you and he wants to fuck you now! You try to open his tight jeans, but he gently removes your hands and opens them himself. You gaze at his amazingly large cock. On he knees now, he leans forwards and he starts to rub his cock against your clit. All his muscles are tense; you feel his strong arms and his chest with your hands. He kisses your tits; sucks your nipple still rubbing his cock against your clit. Then you stop him and guide him towards your willing, wet opening. You want him so badly. You want him to fill you out COMPLETELY! Fuck your brains out, you need it! His cock is now touching the skin around your opening. You try to make him penetrate you by moving up a bit but he stops you. He looks at your tits, your legs, your pussy, and then your eyes. And then, when you least expect it, he penetrates you SO hard, you almost scream with pleasure. He's inside of you, filling you out, the pleasure is indescribable. He puts his hands on your hips and starts to fuck you. Long, hard thrusts. He closes his eyes and bites his lips as he moves in and out of you, slowly but powerful. You moan harder and harder and just when you're about to come again, he pulls himself out of you and licks you again. It doesn't take more than a few seconds of his tongue-expertise to make you come and when he kisses you, you can taste yourself. You gently push him on his back, sit astride on him and now you're the one fucking him. You move your hips faster and faster, eagerly trying to make him come. He moans, his hands on your hips, his eyes closed. You suck his nipples and it's making him crazy. Then, suddenly, he pushes you off him, lifts your legs on his shoulders and he penetrates you. Again he's thrusting you with great speed but this time he can't hold it. He moans out loud and you feel him coming inside of you. Then he collapses on top of you, sweating, out of breath, happy. You hug each other, like you never want to leave each other's arms ever again. You stroke his hair and kiss his lips. He looks at you with those eyes and smile. "Jesus, woman. Are you trying to kill me?" You laugh. "Just one of my many talents" you say and kiss him again. "What are you doing later?" he whispers. You wink at him, and push him on his back. "I'll show you" you say, giving him a dirty look. <<< Little Baby Laura's stories |