Fame Whore
Mr. Singer came over last night. It had been a while since we've last seen each other. They were in studio a lot lately so all his free time went there. I have to admit, I don't think of him much... only when I hear them on the radio.
He walked in, we sat on the couch and talked for a bit. Then he's all over me and starts kissing me. I get on top of him and we continue kissing. We then head upstairs. As soon as I close the door, he pushes me in the wall and continues kissing my neck, my back, my ears, while grabbing my breasts with both hands. My hands reach to grab his hardness. We start undressing each other and I'm down on my knees already grabbing his cock in my mouth. I suck him good and he likes it. He gets me up and pushes me on the bed. He starts licking me. It feels good (but however not awesome). He then gets on top of me and starts fucking me. It's pretty intense. After a while, he lays down. I get on top. I kiss him, his neck, his chest. I scratch him softly all over. He shivers as I scratch him on his inner thighs. He looks me in the eyes and tells me he's so excited by me. I tell him, That's good, as I get down on him once more. I take my time, tease him a lot. I then sit on top of him and gently fuck him. He says, You like being in control, don't you ? I reply, Me ? Never :) He then turns me over and finishes in me.
We lay down and talk for a bit. He tells me I smell so good. And then he leaves.
This morning, I get an email from him which says : Thank you for last night. You were incredible !
Anyways, it was nice, but not mind blowing. If he wasn't the singer of a semi-famous band (who apparently will play all over the world soon), I would just let it go. But I'm a fame whore, and everytime I hear him on the radio I'm thinking... Hey, I'm fucking that guy ! :p
A 30-something woman, who, even though she tries, can't help herself from swimming in the infidelity waters.
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