Horny Girl

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750 Word Project 2025

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It's obvious you didn't want to be here but now you've spotted me your evening is looking brighter.

Of the eighty people here on the stage, what made you pick me out?

As if I didn't know. My mane of blonde hair shines like a beacon. I'm used to turning heads when I walk into a room and I always draw a second glance; usually more. I'm gorgeous, aren't I? Are you thinking I could be a model, fantasising about what kind? What do you have me down as? A lingerie model or maybe something naughty like those pictures you look at on your phone when nobody's watching?

I can almost feel your eyes exploring me, working their way down my body. Yes, they are big aren't they? DD-cup since you ask and this dress really displays them doesn't it? It was expensive but worth it don't you think? Maybe the slit is a little high to be decent but then perhaps I don't want to be decent.

You like the shoes too, don't you? Five inch heels.

Yes, they are stockings. Much more fun than tights.

Knickers? Of course not! What sort of girl do you think I am?

My partner doesn't like me wearing them anyway.

She's a rock musician incase you're interested; which I know you are.

Yes, you heard right. I'm a fully paid up, card-carrying, pussy munching lesbian.

That's got your pulse racing, hasn't it? You're thinking of us together, making out, aren't you? Making music.

Not that I'd call the stuff she plays music. What you're hearing tonight is proper music: Mahler, Shostakovich, Brahms. I know you don't understand it and are only here to please that dumpy wife of yours sitting next to you in her frumpy little frock who probably doesn't really get it either.

And do you get it? By which I mean do the two of you fuck? Like rabbits? Like I do with my Rock Chick?

You'd probably rather be watching her tonight than this concert. Looking up at her in her tiny leather skirt and torn fishnets and the little crop top she wears under he biker jacket. Oh, yes, she's the real deal. She rides an old BSA. We met when it broke down. I've always liked a bit of rough so when I saw her at the side of the road, I had to stop. Picking her up was easy.

She's into posh totty.

A match made in heaven.

She has tattoos and piercings; I think you'd be shocked if you saw us together.

You'd probably be a little afraid of her too although I'm guessing you'd like that! Maybe you have fantasies about submitting to a hot leather slut; of going down on one; of her dominating you, spanking you, making you lick her boots or her putting one of her spiked heels on you ball sack.

She ties me up.

I bet that excites you.

In good old rock star fashion she keeps me backstage naked and tied so she and the band can play with me between sets.

We found out we both enjoyed that kind of thing one evening when we'd been out at gigs. Me with the orchestra and her with her band which had just finished a tour. We'd barely seen each other for several weeks. We arrived home together and were so hot for each other that it's amazing we even made it through the front door. The moment we were inside she grabbed me and forced me down. I was pinned beneath her on the stairs, my coat half off trapping my arms behind me. Before I knew it, she had her hand up my dress and her fingers in my pussy. That's when she realised I was trapped.

My helplessness excited her almost as much as it excited me.

She finished me off and then took me upstairs where she made me undress and then tied my hands behind me with a stocking. Then she made me go down on her. It was the hottest sex we'd had at that time.

The rest, as they say, is history. I become a submissive slut to a hot rock chick who likes to tie me up and spank me and sends me out without any knickers on. So sit back and enjoy the show. They say classical music is a stimulant for the imagination.

Later you'll remember the hot violinist and those fantasies as you fuck your boring wife.