Enough Isn't Everything by K.L. Shandwick

My personal thoughts were that I had no girlfriend and had no family to tie me down. My right to be promiscuous was one thing, but other people leaving a spouse at home and being promiscuous was another. I’d say around three quarters of the female population wanted to get laid by one of the four members of the band, and the other twenty five percent were too young to know we existed. Being part of the rock scene, I was privileged enough to gig in one of the world’s most famous rock bands for a living. By the time we were done I was sated but felt unsettled-then again it was no surprise because I’d felt that way for quite some time.įor years I’d been a single guy living the dream of most other guys on the planet.

or take it for the most part, and their sexual confidence appealed to me. They knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to ask for it. Their sexual appetites were almost insatiable, and it only took them around four hours to wear me down. My luck was definitely in because I’d never met two more uninhibited females in all my life. It wasn’t long from the moment I laid my hands on her body until we migrated back to the privacy of my own place and the debauched fun I’d anticipated with the girls well and truly began. My cock twitched in my pants and my semi-erection wasn’t all that easy to hide. It was then I realized how lanky she was, maybe six feet or more, and my lips stretched into a wicked smile when I imagined those pins wrapped around my back. I watched as the slim girl uncrossed her long slender legs and rose to her feet before walking toward me. Most of the groupies I picked up were only too happy to be in my company and I suspected the two I’d selected that night would be up for most of my suggestions. Being an adventurous, experimental type of guy, I had found as time went on there were fewer boundaries… to my mind I only had one hard limit. The way she looked at me was tempting, but I already had a hot little groupie acting frisky as all get out on my lap then I figured one more could only guarantee me more fun.Ĭome here sweetheart, there’s room for a skinny one, I said, beckoning her into my spare arm.įame in the music industry had brought a full-on rock-and-roll lifestyle and hundreds of sexual experiences, but a single chick in my bed rarely set me on fire the way it used to. That was when an invitation to a great party made me feel like the luckiest son-of-a-bitch alive.Īs I glanced up through a thick haze of heavy cigarette smoke, I noticed a flat-chested waif-like blonde with a cute smile sizing me up. When I wasn’t touring my life was mostly as dull as a London sky in winter, and occasionally, I had time on my hands. On occasion, nothing gave me greater pleasure than a wide crystal glass filled with my favorite Jura single malt whiskey on the rocks, a firm promise of a warm woman to lie with, and a long night of carnal adventure ahead.

Enough Isn't Everything by K.L. Shandwick