Friday, October 19, 2012

Stays in London?

I woke up to a strange feeling, Richie was no longer next to me, but I knew I wasn't alone.

Then I felt something wet and soft swipe over my still sensitive skin. I looked down and noticed my knees were up and a warm breath between my legs, then his tongue again. I squirmed at his tongue swiped over my clit but his hands grabbed my hips and held me still.

His tongue started with long strokes but soon I felt his tongue push inside me, licking up all the juices. "Richie." I moaned for the so manieth time.

He held me steady and went faster, circling his tongue around my clit, wanting to make me cum, I didn't disappoint and he didn't either, a few minutes later my hands were in his hair, pulling him down even closer, wanting more of his tongue and lips around me, he sucked hard and I exploded with my orgasm.

He lapped up all the juices again before he kissed my clit and moved up from under the sheet, over me.

"Morning." He said hoarse.
His voice sounded horrible in comparison to the night before. "Good morning." I said back.
"How did you -- " He wanted to ask but the rest of the words got lost.
"Fine, how about you? Are you okay?" I asked worried, had he damaged his voice the night before? Before he could answer, I added "Wanna see if I can make it better?"
He smiled but didn't say anything.

I reached up to kiss him, then pushed him back to make him move to his back.

When he did, I got on top of him, sitting on his pelvis and leaning over to kiss him, doing the same as he did the night before, I kissed his lips and moved lower to his neck, kissing every part of his skin. I could feel trembles as he groaned.

I kissed his neck and shoulders, down to his chest and licking his nipples when I felt his dick jump against my ass. He really didn't tire out.

I reached behind me and wrapped my hand around him, starting to stroke up and down, I watched his face relax into the pillows and his eyes close.

For a second I let go and moved away to get a better reach.

I leaned in as I started stroking him again, I had almost done everything in the last 12 hours, I couldn't miss out on this too. I moved my hand down and my lips closer, softly I kissed him before taking him in my mouth, I sucked and moved lower.

His hands reached into my hair and guided my motions, up and down on his dick, I sucked with every motion, making him even harder in my mouth.

"Gonna--" He said hoarse again.

I moved down again and sucked hard as I moved back, the second time his sperm shot inside my mouth, I did my best to swallow it all, amazed at how much it actually was.

When I was sure I had everything cleaning up, I bent down again and started kissing the skin around his dick, then his balls, carefully sucking on them.

His dick was almost instantly hard again, but that didn't stop me, I didn't stop until he handed me another condom.

I sat back up and opened it, rolling the condom down over his dick.

I straddled him and carefully slid down over him, resting my hands on his chest for balance when I started moving up and down.

His hand moved to my center and I felt his thumb making slow circles around my clit.

I rocked harder against him, speeding up the tempo, wanting to find my own release and his as I did. His thumb started rubbing faster too.

"Richie!" I screamed again as I came on top of him, still making my hips move against his. Soon enough I could feel his hips buck up against me, pushing deeper inside me, his thumb still stroking my over sensitive clit.

He bucked again and I started moving up and down on him, riding him, coming down on every push he made.

His thumb was driving me mad and as he came while I watched his glorious face, he made me cum again too. His sex faces looked exactly the same as his guitar faces.

I let him slip out of me and lied down on top of him.

"Does that make you feel better?" I asked.
He smiled satisfied and nodded.
I reached in to kiss him, then turned to see what time it was.

When I read the clock, I felt incredibly sad, I had to go, I had afternoon classes I couldn't risk missing.

I didn't want to leave, these past hours had been amazing and I didn't want it to end.

I had imagined one wild night with him but I hadn't imagined to leave him the next morning and I really didn't want to leave him now.

"What's wrong?" His voice sounded terrible.
"I have to go." I said sadly.
"Why?"
"I have class and I can't miss it, they're really important subjects and you need a doctor's note to be absent."
I think I saw disappointment in his eyes too but he nodded.

He helped me find my clothes and we got dressed again, then I remembered something. "I didn't get a t-shirt from merchandise." I said a little disappointed, I always got a t-shirt, then wore it for days after the concert.

He smiled at me and found his phone to start typing something, he put it away in his jeans pocket and walked over to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room. He got two bottles of water out and handed one to me, he drank almost half of it.

"Too bad you have to leave, I had a great time." He said a little less hoarse now.
"So did I, this was amazing." I said.
"All good things come to an end." He half joked.
"I guess they do." I sighed.

I wanted to continue but there was a knock at the door. Richie opened it and accepted a plastic bag, he thanked the person and closed the door again.

Then walked back over to me, giving me the plastic bag, I opened it and looked inside. Every possible piece of merchandise.

"Really?" I asked a bit surprised.
"Of course."
"Thanks." I reached in to hug him, then gave him one last kiss. "I better go." I said.

But he pulled me back, holding his hand behind my head to pull my back for another kiss, more passionate and deeper than the kiss I had given him.

His hand lingered over my neck and shoulder, I tensed when it hurt.

"Sorry," he said, "you got a souvenir for a few days." Carefully he stroked the skin that hurt again.
I couldn't see what it was but I was pretty sure.

"Thank you." I said again.

"Have fun at class." He said as we walked to the door.
I smiled, like I could concentrate today anyway. "Take care of yourself." I said, hoping his voice wasn't too damaged.
He smiled and nodded, then opened the door.
"Bye." I said and left.

What Happens in London

A few minutes later we stood right by the stage, the perfect place for a concert. People kept shoving and pushing but our places were perfect, we weren't moving, front row at a concert, was just a dream coming true.

Anticipation started rising and finally the lights went out, this was it.
Richie walked on stage, looking amazing, he greeted the crowd and started playing.
It was incredible to finally hear him play solo, no Bon Jovi just Richie. His voice was enchanting, so perfect and beautiful.

After a few songs I was sure he looked directly at us.

When he looked a second time, I was sure he was looking at us, then he added a smile. We both shrieked, Richie Sambora had seen us in the crowd. Other than being front row that was so amazing.

He played songs from all his solo albums and a few Bon Jovi ones too. To finally hear him play those songs live was amazing, it was so much different from a Bon Jovi show, this was all about him, which made it even more perfect, just Richie.

He sang I'll Be There For You, reaching his microphone over the crowd and bending towards us, letting us sing. When he started the chorus again, he sang it to me!

After a few more songs, he smiled right at me, not my friend, not the both of us, but right at me. Those few seconds of eye contact seemed to be endless, Richie had seen me in the crowd. The exact thing I had been hoping for.

When the show was over, I wasn't sure what I was feeling, disappointment that it was over, sadness or happiness or maybe just all of them.

We waited a little while longer for everyone to leave so we didn't have to push and shove to get out of the building.

We had just decided we should go when we heard a voice from behind us.

"Hey, you wanna go backstage?"
Both shocked, we turned around again.
"Just you though." He pointed.
I looked where he was pointing at, me? He was pointing at me? I couldn't believe it, I didn't know what to so and looked at my friend, hoping she had advice for me.
"You gonna come or not?" The man urged.

I looked back at my friend, I had to decide something.
"I'll text you later." I said quickly, she nodded and I turned around to follow the man.

I didn't know what to say, ask of why I was being invited backstage, this couldn't be true. I didn't know what to do so I just followed him until he stopped in front of a door.

"He'll be here in a minutes, you can wait inside." He opened the door and let me in.
For a second, I doubted, was this really a good idea?

Looking around the room, it looked quite simple, a love seat, a few chairs, a mirror and a table. The couch looked the most comfy so I went to sit down and rubbed my hands nervously. Now what?

After about 10 minutes of thinking what to do, get up and leave or stay and see what would happen, the door finally opened.

Immediately, I looked up to see who would walk in. Oh my God.
"Oh good, you're here." He dropped his bag and closed the door behind him.
It was really him, unbelievable.

He sat down next to me, an arm over the back of the couch. "Did you enjoy the show?" He asked.
"I really loved it. I even thought you looked at me a few times." I said excited.
"A few times?" He asked surprised. "I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. You look really," he placed his hand on my knee, I looked down and back up at him, "beautiful."

I'm sure I blushed at that comment and before I knew it, his hand was rising on my leg and he was reaching in to kiss me. I closed my eyes as his lips touched mine, enjoying every feelings. Richie Sambora was kissing me, my mind was going crazy.

My hand moved to his shoulder, pulling him closer so he wouldn't stop kissing, he was really good at it, he tasted unbelievably good.

He pushed at my lips and I gladly let him in, his hands had reached my hip, I could feel his fingers creeping under my shirt.

"We have to go!" We both looked up at the door where the sound had come from.

Richie smiled at me, he looked so gorgeous, his smile so perfect.

"You know, I didn't think I had fans your age."
It was impossible to deny I wasn't the odd one out at school, so he was probably right about it. I knew some people my age but mostly, everyone here was at least 10 or 15 years older than me.
"How young is your age anyway?" He asked.
"Twenty." I smiled.
He cocked an eyebrow, which made me laugh. "In that case, wanna come with me?"
"Definitely." I said excited.

Who in their right mind would say no to that? I got up as he did and a few minutes later we were on the bus to the hotel.

There were people standing by our car but security lead us through, pretty cool. The car was entirely black, in and out, even the windows so nobody saw us. We sat together in the back, his hand on my knee again as he was reading on his phone. I was surprised nobody had asked who I was.

He gave me a hand as we got out of the car when we arrived at the hotel.
Everyone followed up to the floor where all the rooms were and Richie said goodnight to his band and crew, then led me to his room.

I sat down on the couch near the door.
"Do you want to eat or drink something?" He asked a little uncertain.
"No, I'm good." I told him.
He sat down next to me again. "Do you want to continue where we left off?" He asked, his hand, once again on my knee.
"Yeah." I answered and he leaned in again, his soft lips on mine again, not wasting a minute, his tongue slipped through to slide next to my own.

When he pulled away again, I sighed, I had joked about this but never thought it would really happen. I was only joking, I knew it would be impossible but now here I was in his hotel room, with him, all alone. Then realization that I had never done this before jumped in.

His hand was at my waist again, his fingers going under my t-shirt, he pushed it up as his hands raised to my chest. Butterflies started fluttering in my belly.

Amazingly, his hands felt much softer than I thought they would, his fingertips were rougher but the palms of his hands were soft and felt amazing on my skin as he pulled my t-shirt up and dropped it on the floor.
For a few seconds he stared at my chest before looking up into my eyes and leaning in to kiss me as his hand went behind my back to undo my bra.

He broke the kiss to take my bra off, but his lips were back on mine in an instant, as he pushed me down on the couch, one hand behind my back while the other started rising on my chest until he could cup my breast. His hands felt just as soft as before.

His lips moved from my lips to my chin, to my neck, making me moan when he kissed the sensitive skin.
The sounds made him pull back a little.

"Do you wanna get a bit more comfy?" He asked, referring to the bed, I simply nodded my answer.
Reaching out a hand, he helped me to stand up and surprisingly he picked me up and carried me to the bed in the next room.

Carefully he laid me down and stood back, pulling off his own shirt before he got on the bed too.
I didn't know what to do, I'd never done this before and clearly he noticed.
"Are you okay?" He asked gently.
I nodded. "Yeah, I haven't done this before." I said a little nervous about what he'd think.
"With a stranger, you mean?" He asked.
Again, I nodded, I wasn't going to admit I hadn't done any of this before.
"You do want to, right?" He asked uncertain again.
"Of course."

I sat up on the soft bed, reaching my hands to his chest, proving that I wanted to.
His chest felt just as soft as the rest of his skin but there were hard muscles underneath the skin. Running my fingers through his small patches of chest hair, my hands moved over his nipples.

Gently, he stopped me and pushed me back on the bed and started kissing me softly again, making a trail down to my chest.

A sharp intake of breath sounded through the room as his lips covered my nipple, my back arched against him, pushing in to him. It was unlike anything I ever felt when he started sucking and licking the sensitive skin until it stood hard, he moved on to the next, repeating his actions.

My body was on fire and wanted more, much more.

Finally he pulled away and his hands roamed over my body to my jeans where he undid the button and zipper. Before pulling them down he reached his hand inside, finding my most sensitive skin. He smiled when he found it was wet. He pulled his hand back and held them both at my waist to pull down my jeans, followed by my underwear, dropping both the the floor. He reached over to my feet and pulled off my socks, sending them the same way as the rest of my clothes.

By the time he finished, I sat up again and took hold of his jeans, trying to get them open and off, I noticed my hands were trembling, was I this nervous? After a little fumbling, finally his jeans came loose and I could pull them down. What I saw only made me want it more.

Carefully I reached my hand out to wrap my fingers around his dick, unbelievable how big he was, how was that ever going to fit?

He stroked the inside of thigh  getting to where I wanted him most now. My skin was on fire, begging for his touch.

His touches were soft and gentle, finally his hand covered my wet skin, the palm of his hand applying pressure to my clit as one of his fingers slid inside me.

I moaned when he added a second finger. He started moving his fingers in and out. My hand was making almost the same movement over his dick as I moved my hand up and down.

His fingers went faster, still keeping the pressure on my clit, my breathing got faster and I knew I was getting close now.

His other hand wrapped around mine, slowing my movements down until he stopped and put my hand down.

I looked at him confused but forgot it as I started shuddering when he made his movements more precise, playing my most sensitive part perfectly, it only took two more strokes to make me cum.

Slowly he removed his fingers and bent down to kiss me, his fingers didn't move away and stroked my wet flesh.

"You're so wet." He said when he broke the kiss, leaving me to want more.
I got a little confused again when he got up from the bed. When he stopped at his bag, I understood what he was doing and I took my chance and time to check out his ass before he turned around with a small box in his hand. He walked back and I checked out his front side, his dick stood up proudly, hard, big and ready. He opened the box, took a condom out and put the box on the night stand.

I took the condom he handed to me and ripped the package open, Richie got on the bed and I reached over to put the condom on. When I finished, I looked up at him, waiting to see what he'd do next.

His hand curled around my face, pulling me closer to kiss again before pushing me back down on the bed. I spread my legs, anticipating what would come next.

Richie moved between my legs, lowering himself over me, resting on his elbow on one arm, using his free hand to slowly move his dick over my wet skin, covering himself with my juices, rubbing over my clit as he did, making me even hotter than I was.

He held still in front of me. "You're still sure?" He asked.
"Yes." I managed to say, I wanted him, now.

Slowly he moved inside me. All the rumours were true and I was glad he was doing it slow, it hurt but not enough to tell him or to make him stop, instead I moaned at the good and full sensation until he was buried inside me.

He pushed his arms up and looked down at me. "This isn't just your first time with a rock star is it?" He asked.
He knew, no point in lying. "No."
"I hope you thought about it."
"I did, you're the one I want." I was sure of that.

He started thrusting slowly, I wasn't sure whether that was how he liked it or he was being careful for me,  I just knew I liked it.

With every stroke he made I could feel myself getting closer already. As he leaned over his pelvis applied pressure to my clit with every stroke. My back arched when I got closer, pushing my chest against him, Richie groaned.

He started thrusting faster, making me rock against him, I couldn't stop moaning at the feelings he was creating, the feeling of his dick stroking against my walls, the movements over my clit. The rocking made it even more sensational and my walls started contracting around him. "Fuck." He swore.

As my orgasm started, his thrusts got faster, I moaned even louder, with one last deep thrust he came too, dropping on top of me.

Our breathing and hearts slowed down before Richie rolled off of me a few minutes later.

He turned around to face me, he looked even more perfect now, so gorgeous. He smiled his beautiful smile at me and I couldn't help but return it.

Softly his hand reached out and stroked my jaw, he pulled me closer for another kiss. His tongue swept over my lips again. This gorgeous man with me, it was hard to believe. He pushed my hair back as he kissed me deeper.

As he pulled away to breathe he reached to the night stand and took another condom out, ripping it open and sheathing himself, I looked down at him and unbelievably, he was ready to go again, already.

Gently, he pushed my legs apart again and settled in between them, moving inside me just as carefully as be fore, he started making long slow strokes, making me moan loudly again.

Carefully, he lifted my leg and hooked it around his waist, I could feel him reach even deeper inside me now and reached my other leg around his waist too. He was no longer able to make long strokes and changed the speed to short, faster ones. My hips reached up with the force of his thrusts, reaching even deeper inside me, I screamed his name as I exploded around him, his continued strokes sent me in to a second orgasm, this time he came with me.

He collapsed on top of me again, kissing my shoulder and neck, making me squirm, every part of me felt on fire, everything he did made me even hotter. Finding my lips, he kissed me softly again.

"I'm gonna go shower, I'll let you have a break." He said caring, kissing me again before he got up.

I enjoyed the view of his ass as he walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the water running. Snuggling in to the bed, I realized I was exhausted.

Richie returned 10 minutes later, I had been watching the clock, passing the time. A towel was wrapped around his waist as he walked into the room. His toned body looked amazingly good, very sexy, much more sexy than all the guys everyone at college were in to. This was a real man.

"You alright darling?" He asked.
I sat up in the bed, pulling the sheets up with me. "Yeah, I am." I hoped I didn't look tired or anything.

Richie walked over to the other side of the bed, dropping his towel before lifting up the covers and getting in with me. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer against him, I could feel his dick pressing against my leg, did he ever quit?

He started stroking my skin again, his fingers roaming over my shoulders and arms, my belly and to my breasts, cupping them both, squeezing and playing with them. He gently pulled at my nipples until they stood up for him, he bent down and licked one before wrapping his lips around it.

Again my back arched at the feeling and I pushed my chest closer to him, he sucked even harder. "Richie!"

He smiled up at me for a second, then moved on to my other breast. I closed my eyes, unable to keep them open any longer.

I felt him move between my legs again, his lips moved up higher, as did the rest of his body until I could feel him entering me again, at the same time he kissed me, his tongue making the same motions as his dick did. I moaned loudly and wrapped my legs around him again, pulling him even closer to me, making him go even deeper.

The feeling of his dick against my walls so deeply had me breathing heavily in no time.

Neither of our orgasm took a long build up now, still turned on and sensitive from the times before.

He rested on his elbows again, moving his hands under my shoulders to push them up a little, we were so close together. He started kissing my neck and shoulder, I couldn't believe how much of a turn on that could be. His strokes were soft and gentle, slow and perfect.

I could feel his kisses in my neck changing to sucking and licking, making it even better, "Oh Richie..." I moaned, I felt myself cuming already.

He sucked harder on my neck, speeding up his thrusts a little as I continued to moan his name, he thrusted deeply one more time and came with me as I felt his teeth sink into my skin.

His lips found mine again, kissing me deeply again before he slipped out of me and rolled off of me, he pulled me close against him.

I rested my head on his shoulder, letting my hand feel his chest again, finding the same chest hair around his nipples to play with.

A few minutes later I could hear him snoring.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

The Road to London

When I was asked in April if I wanted to specialize my studies at another university, I didn't have to think for a second. London was where I was going.

With the Bon Jovi tour long over by now and Richie finishing up his solo album, he just had to tour and he just had to go to London. He'd been there before and it's a big city, why wouldn't he go there?

Even tough I knew what I wanted to do, they advised me to at least think about it.

Okay, I've never been away from home, my family is a pretty close family and I'm 20. My college wasn't far from home so I didn't even move out, half an hour on a bus every day was the same as when I went to high school so it was completely fine by me to stay at home.

Going to London would be a big change, without my parents, my brothers and sisters but I'd have friends, I knew that. I never had friends in high school because I was that weirdo that liked 80's music and guys that could and are my dad's age. In fact, Richie is 3 months younger than my dad! But who cares?

Thanks to Facebook I did have a lot of friends all over the country and I was sure to meet them all. Of course I told them about the opportunity I had and they all loved the idea, my best friend loved it most of all. We've known each other for 3 years online but never met in real life.

So a week later I made my decision, I talked to the people I needed to at school and they would arrange everything. Full scholarship, I only had to pay my way there, I didn't even have to worry about housing. Perfect.

I already started imagining the crazy, hopeful things. Lots of friends, perfect grades, popularity and a boyfriend. All things I never had.

By the end of the academic year in July everything was settled and I spent my whole summer waiting for Richie's album and tour dates.

When he finally announced tour dates it took him ages to tell more! First Amsterdam, of course, I was going to London, he had to go too.

A week later someone posted on Facebook that she got her ticket to Richie's concert in London. So first I thought it couldn't be, he hadn't announced a date in London too. I opened the shared link and there it was, a concert in London, the venue confirmed it but Richie hadn't. I didn't know what to do. The concert in Amsterdam was sold out by now, what if London was sold out that fast too?

So what do I do?

"MOM!!!!!!" That's what I do.
"What?" Was the answer I got.

So I got up and went to the kitchen.

"Someone got tickets to Richie's concert in London but he hasn't announced a date yet." I explained.
"That's not very smart."
"But the venue says he's playing there, it's on their website and it says pre-sale starts Friday."
"How did that person get her ticket then?"
"She's a member or something of company that owns the venue, so she got a password and something like a pre-pre-sale." I explained what I understood of what I read.
"You don't have a password." My mum pointed out.
"I know but she posted a link to get passed that."
"Cheater."
"I need a ticket." I said.
"Go for it."

I looked for my wallet and went back to the laptop, back to Facebook and started a chat with my friend, if I was going, so was she.

Half an hour later I posted on Facebook that I got my ticket to see Richie.

It was a big relief when Richie tweeted an hour later about the concert in London.

My friend and I figured everything out. We searched for buses, trains and hotels. We got us a cheap hotel since neither of us had much money but it was only for one night, so it couldn't be that bad.



In September I finally moved to London, packed all my Bon Jovi things, posters, t-shirts and my favourite mug.

The first week was scary but I soon found out a lot of people in my dorm were from different countries which sort of made it easier because we were all adjusting to being away from family.

I talked to my family almost every day and my sisters kept texting me to say they missed me, which made it harder for me too but I loved that they did it.

About after two weeks I started to feel a little home sick and every time I talked to my mum she told me to think of Richie's concert I was going to. Which gave me an idea. I downloaded an app on my phone to count down the days. 24 days, didn't seem bad at all.

Facebook was one bunch of excitement. My friend and I talked about the concert almost every day. Richie Sambora and The Disgusting Rabbies in 24 days, 23 days, 22 days.

We had discussed pretty much everything. We'd meet at the bus station around noon, then go to our hotel and get ready. We discussed our outfits way before the concert. I was going to wear my skinny jeans, with my awesome red boots and my tight red t-shirt. It was going to be perfect.

We even made jokes, kidnapping Richie and keeping him to ourselves, well to me, my friend is a year older than me and she's engaged, so I had to sacrifice myself, she couldn't do that to her fiancee. So if Richie spotted us in the crowd, I'd sacrifice myself to accompany him to his hotel room.

Sacrifice, that sounds like I wouldn't want to, on the contrary, hehe.

Finally my phone told me it was 1 more day.

I had gone a little crazy with our joke and expected it to happen even though I knew it wouldn't in the slightest possibility ever happen.

But the concert was tomorrow and I was incredibly nervous. I was so glad I didn't have any classes today and tomorrow, I wouldn't have paid attention to anything anyway.

The next morning I got up early, not that I slept much, I was way too excited to go to the concert.

I showered, did my hair and make-up and an hour later I was getting dressed in the outfit I decided on a month ago.

Standing in front of the mirror, I didn't look bad at all. Maybe Richie would notice me in the crowd. Yeah, who was I kidding?

I packed my back pack and was ready to meet my friend at the bus station.

I finally met my best friend! It was great to finally see her in real life and talk for real too.

We got on the tube and went on our way to Sheperd's Bush, our hotel was only 5 minutes from the venue so we could walk the rest. In only a few hours we would see Richie right there. Maybe he was already there?

We dropped out bags at the hotel, had a quick bite and went back to the venue. Still 5 hours until the show but we had to be front row, so we had to get in line.

The line took ages! But it was fun to talk to everyone, we even met more of our Facebook friends.

After what seemed an age they finally opened the doors and we finally got inside.