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I Am Your Lust

The Move

*~* Matthew Charles Sanders *~*

The Pizza Party went fucking perfectly last week. We all had a blast. Zack and I especially, come to find out. We actually apparently had the best fucking time of all the guys...

I couldn’t get Marilyn out of my head. She was so fucking hot and beautiful. Awkward and funny. She also had such a beautiful chest piece that I wanted to compliment nicely with a pearl necklace…

“Matt! Dude...focus…” Brian snapped his fingers at me, pointing at the pool table in my golf hideaway.

“S-sorry…” I blew raspberries.

“Please tell me you aren’t over thinking hooking up with that girl again…” He groaned and set his cue back up.

I nodded, “I didn’t...give her my best performance. I want a fucking redo…” I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.

“You got a big dick, what does performance matter?” Zack laughed, “I know damn well Violet enjoyed out time…” He sounded the most confident.

I chewed my lip, “Well I don’t hook up with random women all the time like you do, ya fuckin’ cow.” I scoffed and threw a donut at him, “Eat up, fatty.”

“Why don’t you think you gave that little blondie your best performance?” Brooks asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Cause I didn’t. I was nervous, unprepared...she just..I don’t know...at the time I thought I did well but then thinking back...I don’t think I was memorable as far as sex goes…” I grumbled in a discouraged way.

“I doubt any female fan would even fucking say that dude…” Zack rolled his eyes at me, “You’re a good looking dude, got skill and what was really in your favor was she was clearly a Matt girl. Besides when she touched Brian’s hair.” He pointed out.

“She was so gentle.” Bri snickered and picked his cue back up, taking a shot at the game.

I paced back and forth thinking about it, “No. I need another try. Someone find her on Instagram since I’m done with that shit.” I laughed.

The guys all did rock, paper, scissors and Brian lost, pulling his phone out and starting to research. I adjusted my waistband of my basketball shorts then rubbed my stomach over my Lakers tee.

“Fuck. Am I getting fat like Zack?” I groaned.

The guys all burst into laughter. Well all of them but Zee. He didn’t seem amused.

“At least I showed my biggest fan a real good time. Fat or not.” Zack rose his eyebrow like it was check mate.

“Cardio bro. Never killed anyone. Well...anyone that does it.” I snorted out a laugh.

Zack glared at me and went outside to smoke. I went over to the bar in my house where Brian was sitting and scrolling. I made myself a vodka and club soda to...cut back on the empty calories then looked over his shoulder.

“Huho! What’s happening there?” I asked when I saw him bring up a photo of her and some dude who’s face was entirely too close to her rack.

“She’s a hair dresser and dresses a little...scantily for work but...it works for her. Look at your deathbat all over her fucking Instagram.” He laughed and scrolled more, “Oh…” He pursed his lips.

“What? What is it?” I asked.

“It seems...she also does burlesque dancing…” Brian chewed his lip then handed me his phone.

Rhinestone clad and shimmering in silver and red, Marilyn had her hair done like the Marilyn Monroe with a beauty mark on her left cheek instead of her lip. Make up was classic pin up. The video was of her taking her gloves off slowly and to the beat of whatever fucking song was playing, with her hips swaying to it. I watched her small frame closely, her twenty something inch waist being hugged tightly by the blood red corset and false diamond. Her luscious little bum that she had clearly built at the gym. Smooth, shapely legs covered with nude and red fishnet stocking and silver glitter six inch pumps on her feet.

“Bro...would you mind...giving me my phone back?” Brian asked, “You’ve watched that twenty second clip...a few...times now.” He chuckled.

I blew raspberries and nodded, handing him his phone back. I needed to steal a cigarette from Zack.

While heading outside, I flipped my erection into the waistband of my shorts then stepped out. Zack was scrolling on his phone now and I peered over his shoulder seeing he was creeping on that Violet girl’s Instagram.

I stepped to the side and cleared my throat, “Hey dude, can I get a smoke from you.”

Zacky casually put his phone back in his pocket then nodded, “Yeah man.” He handed me a smoke and a light. He smokes menthols so a couple puffs won’t hurt my throat any more than just talking does.

I rose my eyebrow at him and Zack mirrored me, “What?”

With a shrug of my shoulders and a tilt of my head, “Well...you don’t really ever think twice about a girl...now you’re creeping on her Instagram account.”

“She was a hell of a fuck, dude,” Zack smirked and started to explain exactly how his time with Violet went down. He was fucking excited the whole time. He had this glimmer in his eyes that I just hadn’t seen in years because of anything but music. It was nice to see him gushing a little bit, “I liked that she fucking talked back to me. Dirty. She threw me through a loop and I enjoyed the fuck out of it.”

I nodded my agreement, getting where he was coming from then running my fingers through my hair, “I’ve never had a girl show me my cum then swallow it immediately. With a fucking smile. Marilyn did that. She was like the slutty girls we dream about but don’t actually exist…” I blew raspberries then rubbed the back of my neck with a small groan, beginning to pace about the pool.

“I mean they exist. Just depends what kind of risky game you wanna play with your dick and how slutty you want.” Zack laughed.

“She was like my little porn star and I loved every second of it. But I wasn’t ready…” I muttered and explained what all transpired between Marilyn and I, not leaving out a single detail.

“Bro...Matt,” Zack patted my shoulder, “You seriously...got this. The woman had your deathbat tattooed on her chest...you already won the gold. She wants you and only you. Look how burned Brian was about her dinky little “Synyster” tattoo on her collarbone when your deathbat was over all of the titties.” He chuckled.

“Brian was drunk and pretty skeeved about that,” I laughed, “I don’t know, man. Why can’t I get her out of my head?”
“She swallowed your cum with no complaints...of course you can’t stop thinking about her.” Zack nodded.

“Yeah. I want it again.” I chewed my bottom lip, having a phantom feeling of Marilyn nibbling it. I got shivers going up and down my spine.

“Dude,” Brian came out a second later, “I got some not bad but difficult news maybe…” He muttered, popping his sunglasses on which were the black Nighttrains Val and Mich designed.

“What?” I was ready to be disappointed.

“Marilyn and Violet both live in Vegas.” He waited for me to freak out.

I was a little bummed. My little porn star lives four fucking hours away in drive time. Five with traffic.

“I’d be willing to drive to Vegas to get fucked like that again…” Zack said thoughtfully.

“I wouldn’t even know what to say to Marilyn, Mr. Confident.” I scoffed to my rhythm guitarist, blinking a few times as I snatched Brian’s phone to look at the little blonde bombshell, “Maybe we just need to get over our little crushes and all will be back to normal.” I nodded, feeling confident about that statement.

I don’t think I could pine for her any harder…

*~* Marilyn Josephine Connors *~*

Like a pathetic little bean, I laid on my sheetless bed, surrounded my boxes and stared at the photos of me and Matt. I fucked that guy. I gave him everything I had, every trick I knew and just wanted to be memorable. Two weeks had gone by and I was still doing this. Weak.

Doubtful that he’s moaning my name when he jerks off in the shower but a girl can be a little hopeful. He could be. Who the fuck knows.

I rubbed the bandage of my most recent tattoo that was on my stomach which was from under bust to just above my pubic mound, going across from deep on my side to the other. The entirety of my stomach was now a nicely done collage of my favorite A7X album works. Live in the LBC, The Stage Astronaut skull, Sounding the Seventh Trumpet and the demon woman from Waking the Fallen.

My artist was brilliant and found a way to make everything work. Especially with the galaxy in The Stage artwork going to fog for Waking the Fallen. It’s like he told a story with my favorite bands artwork on my fucking stomach. It was beautiful. I sat for three days, ten hour sessions.

Violet went with me and we got to tell Zach, my artist all about our A7X stuff, except the sex parts, since he was also a big Avenged fan.

“Hello, hello, hello, Mar?” Violet came in my room, finding me in my shame, “Oh brother.” She rolled her eyes.

“I want him to see my tum now…” I pouted.
“I know that’s not why you’re actually pouting…” She walked over and sat on the edge of my bed, running her fingers through my curled blonde hair.

“I know...I wanna fuck him all the time...he had such a pretty dick, Vi…” I sighed with admiration for the lead singer’s shlong.

“I know you do. It’s a real possibility living in Huntington.” She smiled optimistically.

“Yeah...if he doesn’t get back with his stupid beautiful wife…” I grumbled out like I knew fuck all about Matt and Val’s falling out.

“I mean…” Violet paused, “Stop being so negative.”

I whined at her, “I can’t help it. He’s so beautiful. Let me pout in peace!” I groaned, glaring at my violet haired bestie.

“I will not...cause the movers are here and pretty cute.” She snickered.

“Not Matt cute…” I stuck my tongue out and stood up, double checking the room and grabbing my suitcase.

Next stop...Huntington Beach, California.

Notes

Soooo! @violetshade has been so fun to write with!!! I'm loving this story so much already!

Side notes; Correct that in my first chapter the interaction I had with Matt is entirely what happened except obviously the sexy time. hahahah

I also touched Brian's hair as I wrote which ladies...it's as soft as you imagine!! He's also the sassies, nice man if that makes any damn sense hahaha!

Comments

@violetshade
Count. NOW.

Misery Misery
11/8/19

@Misery
Now that sounds like fun.... I mean, oh no!! ;)

violetvictoria violetvictoria
11/2/19

@violetshade get your gorgeous ass back here woman, before I make you COUNT your spankings...

Misery Misery
11/1/19

Well @violetshade... What did he leave on the mirror?

Misery Misery
10/17/19

Oooooooo! I wonder what message he left for her!

Nicole Nicole
3/2/19