In show business, the green room is the space in a theatre or similar venue that functions as a waiting room and lounge for performers before, during, and after a performance or show when they are not engaged on stage. Green rooms typically have seating for the performers, such as upholstered chairs and sofas. The origin of the term is often ascribed to such rooms historically being painted green. Modern green rooms need not necessarily adhere to a specifically green color scheme, though the theatrical tradition of the name remains.
I felt slight pressure on my shoulders pushing me down I knew this maneuver men used it often when they wanted me to go down on them. OMG, I had never tasted another girls pussy but I felt myself drifting down to my knees, what was I doing, kneeling down on the dirty bathroom stall floor. How did I get here on my knees rubbing her beautiful clit wanting to taste Lisa. Something primal took me over, I wanted to taste her, I wanted to make Lisa cum, I dove in licking & sucking spreading her lips, I heard her moaning. My hand slipped to her ass which I probed with one finger then two, my mouth still devouring her pussy, Lisa moaned in pleasure, grabbing my head with both hands grinding her pussy into my face. She was so wet which encouraged me any thoughts of were I was drifted away all I want was to give her an orgasm. Her groans grew louder she started bucking her hips, Lisa squealed in delight, holding my head firmly in place, wave after wave shook her body, squirting juices all over my face.
My name is Cheryle - twenty-eight year old, 5'2" 103lbs., with long red hair, blue eyes, small cute feet, tight ass, small breast. That's where it begin in a dirty bathroom stall, on my knees, an awaking, Lisa and I would move in together. Things were great when Lisa moved in, my favorite day was Sunday we rarely got dressed just laying around all day in our panties. A lazy day sitting across from each other in our panties, talking, her cute feet in my lap, painted Lisa's toenails. Taking long bubble baths, washing, caressing, each others bodies. Eating a late breakfast, reading the paper, so many wonderful tender moments, going down on her in the back row at the cineplex. I loved her very much life seemed perfect.
One particular night after she had pushed me to the ground kicking me repeatedly she forced me into the bedroom. Ripped of my cloths, forcing down, bending me over the bed spanking me with a leather belt. Whack! Whack! my body shuttered with each blow my ass erupting in pain with each strike of the belt. Tears running down my face Lisa pulled me off the bed by my hair forcing to my knees before her. "Kiss my feet" I did has instructed kissing her feet softly she laughed calling me a dirty little slut, whore, liar. "Lick my ass slut" crying, I followed instructions, my ass still hurting from the whipping I had received. What happened to the woman I fell in love with, worst yet what had happen to me to let her treat me this way.
I licked her dirty asshole, probe inside it with my tongue, reaching up I stroked her clit, hoping an orgasm mite stop all this. I was humiliated, on my knees face buried in her ass, licking as if my life depended on it. "You like this slut?" All I could do was mumble "yes" better to make her happy. Lisa body trembled after what seemed like hours has an orgasm washed over her. I stayed in place tongue in her ass, crying at what I had become. After her orgasm shook her body she became a different person though, holding me softly, cuddling, but the abuse just ran through my brain this is not love. I hardly slept anymore, was scared all the time, how did I let this happen. I left the next day never to return.
Music seems like it as always been in my life, from a very young age singing along to the music of my parents, brothers and sisters. My musical taste are wide and varied, folk, country, rock, blues, punk, grunge, Playing my guitar/performing always leaves me with wet panties. I always thought it was the performing but have come to realize it is more about the music and how it makes me feel, a note, a beat, the perfect harmony
I booked a semi-regular gig at the Lakeshore Tavern performing on Saturday nights, it felt good to be out, I had spent so many nights alone during my recovery from Lisa's abuse. The small green room there was for the performers to wait to go on or rest between sets. I felt at home there, comfortable, partly because it became my play room. Where I went to take care of my wetness hands finding my breast pinching my delicate nipples caressing and squeezing them. Bringing one of my breast to my mouth I tease with it flicking my tongue over my hard nipple. I let my hand slide down slowly over my stomach through my red pubes to my wet pussy. Rubbing softly, caressing, making love to myself, letting my fingers play with with my labia. Inserting one, then two fingers inside me, slowly moving in and out my wetness growing. My other hand following the same path to find my clit rubbing it gently, my juices making a slurping sound as my fingers thrust in then out.
Auralism means that you are aroused by sound. How this looks, though, can vary from person to person. "People that are specifically aroused by sounds are practicing mindful sensuality without even realizing it." A study from McGill University in Montreal suggests that the euphoria you experience while enjoying music is triggered by the same brain chemical system that gives humans pleasurable feelings associated with sex and recreational drugs. Some people smoke for it, snort for it, put needles in their veins for it, drink to excess, to get the feeling I get playing my old guitar and singing my heart out for an audience.
The first time Ron, one of the bouncers, walked in and caught me in the act, he watched not saying a word. Taking out his cock and stroking it, while watching, I was so turned on by him watching, in the world I'm a bright, articulate, well educated, highly paid woman but here I'm a slut ready to perform. A shattering orgasm shook my body, my cute little toes curled, screams and moans escaped my lips. Recovering, my eyes fixed on Ron stroking his cock, I dropped to my knees, Licking the head of his penis, tasting his pre-cum. Taking him in my mouth, squeezing his balls, I felt wonderful servicing him. Looking up with my blue eyes, seeing him watching me suck his cock, deep throating till I gagged, feeling his hot cum hit the back of my throat.
