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Remembering an old flame...
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Remembering an old flame... I’ve been working back-to-back security shifts and playing music every night for two weeks now. Each night the gigs seem to get longer and I look forward each evening to watching the news and having my head hit the pillow of my own bed. I am exhausted, but there is this girl who has been capturing my attention for the past few months. This girl called, “BigBabyGal” works with this group of washed up old men who call themselves singers. She tries to manage them. I want to tell her that she’s wasting her time with them. I want to tell her that she’ll only be disappointed with them in the end. But I don’t. I am selfish. I want reasons to see her. I look forward to the rehearsals. I get mild satisfaction from our occasional flirtations. She asks me music questions to which I’m sure she knows the answer. I find reasons to walk by her, gently brushing my arm against her breasts. We’ve been doing this now for weeks and the tension is sexy. I am convinced that none of the other band members have her attention. They are obviously half-wits since they know nothing about how powerfully sexy she is. But I do and I must do something about this as I can take it no longer. I think she dresses up at rehearsals just to taunt me. Apparently, it’s been working because lately I have been having bizarre visions of her in various sexy low cut dresses, teddies, lingerie and leather gear. Each vision ends up making me wet. All I want to do is taste her sweet juices. I’ve been inviting her for weeks to visit during my performances but tonight, she shows up unexpectedly. Her hair is down gently curling around her shoulders and she’s wearing an outfit I have never seen – a little black dress that barely covers her lips. She’s wearing fishnet stockings, stilettos with leather<b> straps </font></b>wrapping around her ankles and a full length mink coat. I almost didn’t recognize her—but I did recognize that smile in her eyes as she sat down at the bar directly in my line of sight. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She taunts me again letting me watch as guy after guy comes up to her at the bar. She leans in and whispers to them, nods my way and I laugh as each one walks off shooting an angry look my way. What’s that about? Is she really here for me? I rush over to her at the break. “Hey sexy!” she says with a smile that lights up the room. I asked her why she had come alone. “I wanted to surprise you by paying you back for all the hard work you’ve been giving my band…” and her smile gets wider. Pay me back? How on earth does she intend to pay me back? I rushed through my final set, packed up my equipment in record speed and meet her in the parking lot where she waives to me to follow her car. I follow her around the block and we end up back at the parking lot. “We’re here.” She giggles. I don’t get it. Then I look up. The bar is attached to a hotel. She hands me a key and tells me to meet her in the room in five minutes, not four, not six. Damn, she’s sexy when she’s demanding. I’m loving it. |
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3/22/2018 9:57 pm |
Big Baby Gal "I'm yours until one and one are three....your until the rivers run into the sea"  DOC
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3/22/2018 9:57 pm |
yours not your
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we will see about that
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that is nothing about remembering an old flame
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