This is a redux of Anja's Game Part 3, but seen from Della's perspective.
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Performing always turns me on. I love being up there, strutting my stuff, shaking my buns, and soaking up the attention. A shrinking violet I aint; I'm a big beautiful woman and proud of it, and I use my sexuality freely. In fact, I revel in it. When I'm on stage, singing, I feel a tremendous sexual power that is quite intoxicating.
I'm tall (5ft 9in) and voluptuous, with very large breasts (G-cup) and plenty of flesh in all the right places, and I mean ALL the right places. I absolutely love being a full-figured woman and have never had the slightest desire to be a skinny girl (though I quite like a skinny girl, in certain circumstances). Just don't ever call me fat unless you want eviscerating.
My hair and eyes are strikingly dark (almost black) and I have honey-coloured skin -- all thanks to my parents, who are both Italian. I was actually born there, but my parents moved to the UK when I was a baby, to work in the recording industry.
My stage image is deliberately sexy; after all, if you've got it, why not flaunt it? I tend to wear figure-hugging dresses or short skirts, always with stockings and high-heels, and I never wear a bra on stage, despite the size of my assets. I'm lucky in that they aren't the least bit saggy, and support themselves quite nicely. If my mum's tits are anything to go by, they are quite likely to continue to do so for a while yet, too.
This overtly provocative look obviously gets me loads of attention from both men and women, but it's only the latter I'm interested in, because I'm a firmly committed lesbian. When I'm up on stage, it's solely the girls I'm performing for. Yes, the boys might have their tongues hanging out, but only female tongues will be tasting my delights, which reminds me...
Let me introduce myself. I'm Della Delight, lead singer of a band called Orchid Bliss. We are a band of three girls and two boys; there's Chris on drums, Dougie on guitars, Gina on bass, Carrie on keyboards/synthesisers, and me on lead vocals and occasionally violin.
We started out as a covers band, doing our own versions of numbers from a wide range of different artists and this went down really well and quickly gained us a reputation and a growing fan-base but, more recently, Carrie and Gina have discovered a talent for songwriting and our first single is in the pipeline. We certainly seem to be on an upward trajectory, and I don't think our first album of original songs will be very far off.
As for me, I'd much rather be on the road than in the studio. I'm a natural-born show-off and I suffer withdrawal if I don't get to shake my booty at least a couple of times a week, and I mean in bed as well as on stage. By the end of a gig I'm always absolutely gagging for a bit of 'lezbo lovin' and since we have been gigging regularly, I have found I have an insatiable appetite for groupies. Having the opportunities obviously helps, and I never seem to have any trouble picking someone up at virtually every show we do. In fact, I sometimes have a choice.
The number of lezbo groupies I've gone through in the last couple of years is mind-boggling. In fact, it's all become a bit of a blur, but there's one who stands head and shoulders above all the others. One I will never forget, no matter how many other willing women I fuck.
We were booked to play at a venue called the Adelphi (known locally as the 'Delphi) a fairly nondescript venue in a fairly nondescript northern town. It's a modest hotel with a concert room at the rear, and quite popular in the area. Our own popularity had been rising rapidly and we almost cancelled, fearing the place's 150-person capacity had become too small for us, given that we had recently filled a couple of places twice the size. I'm bloody glad, we didn't.
We arrived late in the afternoon with Jez and Stu, our biggest fans and unofficial roadies, and we had the stage set up by 6pm so the seven of us retired to the adjoining hotel bar for a 'few scoops'. I always like going for a bevy with Jez and Stu: they are nice lads, and fun company, but whenever I'm around, it's funny to watch them trying very hard not to look at my tits. Carrie and Gina are both attractive too, but they hardly get a look-in because my boobs hold a special magnetic attraction. I don't mind. Why should I? It's nice to have such allure.
As gig time approached, I went up to my hotel room to get ready -- something that always starts the arousal ball rolling, and it would roll all the way through to midnight. I put on a pair of strappy purple stilettos, and did my lipstick and nails (on both fingers and toes) to match, then applied very dark, heavy eye makeup for the ultimate sultry look. I chose a pair of white fishnet hold-up stockings which I thought were beautifully slutty -- I Iove the way they show off the plumpness of my thighs - and topped it off with a very figure-hugging purple lycra dress, which came down to mid thigh. Not quite mini, but short enough for me to be able to give a flash of stocking tops, whenever I wanted.
I have, from time to time, considered going knickerless, but I've always seen sense in the end. With a high stage, that could be just too obscene. Instead, I put on a pair of white lacy panties, which were pretty, but also had an unusually thick, towelling-lined gusset. I find the absorbency quite useful.
I admired my outfit in the mirror. The dress had a deep, plunging v-neck (no bra remember) and it showed off an impressive amount of breast. I bent forward, showing off my amazing cleavage, and I swung my body from side to side as I would do numerous times on stage. I noticed with satisfaction that the dress was only just able to contain my bountiful boobs. I would have to be a little careful if I were to avoid a 'wardrobe malfunction', although that would be a good way to further increase my notoriety...
Even if I say so myself, it was an awesome look and I gave a little giggle as noticed my nipple bumps becoming prominent. I was turning myself on!
My hair is about bra-strap length, and I left it loose and wild, so I could throw it around a bit and create a rock chick vibe when I needed to. I was ready to rumble.
Right up to mic time, we kept ourselves hidden in the little ante room behind the stage, only emerging in the dark when the house lights went down. I made my way to the mic, just as the spotlight came on me, and I whispered what has now become our standard opening line;
'Shh, don't make a fuss, it's only Orchid Bliss,' and the guys launched straight into The Cranberries' 'Zombie'. Now, I can't really emulate Dolores O'Riordan -- she was unique - but, as with everything, I make the song mine, and give it the full Della treatment. It seems to meet with a lot of approval.
I was soon into my stride, swaying, stomping and using the full power of my body, swinging my tits from side to side jiggling my bum and thighs, and flinging my hair around like a 1970s rock god. The crowd were lapping it up, which always gives me an incredible buzz.
I love singing. It gives me a feeling of release, of power, and expression. I think the voice is an elemental thing, and it definitely has a sexuality to it. In fact, in a sexual situation, being able to express my pleasure vocally is a major element. When I've occasionally been in a place where I'm having a quick wank somewhere where I have to keep quiet, having to suppress my voice really takes the edge off my orgasm.
Anyway, suffice to say, when I'm on stage singing I definitely find it subtly horny, especially having a crowd containing lots of tasty-looking women gazing up at me and, I imagine, being transported both visually and aurally. I really hoped I was making their pants wet. I love that thought.
The last number we did before the break was Heart's 'Alone', which is one of my favourite classic rock songs to sing. Anne Wilson's vocal is dreamy and, you may remember, she is also a woman with a 'fuller figure'. I always thought it was a shame she covered herself up in loose clothes and big coats though. I always wanted to say to her, 'C'mon Anne, flaunt it!'
