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By *oxyRox OP Woman
over a year ago
Birmingham |
I've always had a thing for men with guitars.
I go to a few open Mic sessions weekly and there's this one that I go to in a small bar, it's quite intimate and acoustic.
I turned up one night and was standing outside when I heard the most insane voice singing. I stood and listened to it, he sounded like he had all the sadness in the world.. and had this rasp to it which made the song he was singing sound like it was directly to me. It was just stunning.
I went in, he was sitting there, perfection. His face was strong with a stubbled jawline and his nose was pierced. He wore a woolen skater style black hat and had earrings in both ears. His eyes were dark and partially closed as he sang of passion and heartbreak. He wore a faded band t shirt that was so thin you could you could see the tattoos on his arms and neck. His guitar was black dark wood.He had rings on his fingers and wripped faded black jeans. I was shot to breath as I watched him and I could feel myself getting excited every time his voice rose louder.
I stood at the bar in awe of him, his voice, and that face.. as the bar man Tom served me my usual and had to ask me twice for the money.
"Who is he ?" I asked him
"Oh that's Tristan,..he's new" he said with all the nonchalance of a man I'd rejected several times and so had just stopped trying.
He stopped singing and waited for the applause to end before getting up and moving to the bar. He was tall I could see now,and moves slowly with confidence as he ordered the same drink as me. He spoke quietly to Tom and then looked at me. His eyes burnt into me for what seemed like and hour,he looked up and down before he looked away. Slung his jacket on and went outside. I couldn't breath.
*Rox you*re up next* Tom called
I hadn't even thought.. I was there to play. I headed over and sat on the stool, put my drink down and atartes getting my guitar out.
"what's wrong with my guitar?" I heard in a deep voice with a thick irish accent from behind me.
I jumped up and faced him. My eyes level with his chin. He looked down at me,his eyes directly into mine. I felt naked and they moved down to my chest and back up again. He smelt of engine oil and coconut.
"Nothing.. I just prefer my own,shes prettier" I replied looking him dead in the eyes and smiling. His brow furrowed and for a moment he just stared at me before truning and taking a seat on the table closest to the stage.
"Fuck fuck fuck* my whole body tingled as I sat down. I've never been nervous singing before but now I felt like he was undressing me slowly with his eyes.i felt the tension in the air and my whole body tingled. I felt him look down at me, from my tight band vest strained over mt chest that showed of my waist to my wripped tight blue jeans I'd chosen especially because I liked how my ass looks in them. I tossed my long hair over my shoulder, glanced at him one more time, and started to play..
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By *oxyRox OP Woman
over a year ago
Birmingham |
As I sang I tried not to look at him .. I could feel his gaze fixed on me. It felt hot and dark. I trembled a little and he could hear it in my voice. As I finished his eyebrow raised at me in approval.
I got down off the stool my palms wet and feeling flustered. I bent over to pack my guitar away. His was resting on it stand, black and shining. I went to the bar still shaking,ordered and downed my drink.
*you're good" that voice came up behind me
*you're surprised?" I turned and faced him. Guitar case on my shoulder. His smell was intoxicating and I could see he was breathing heavily and his brow was shining with sweat.
" not surprised just pleased.. most hot girls think they can play when they really cant" he smiled.
His smile shot through me like hot ice .
"Well thanks.. maybe I'll see you next week?" I smiled back at him
" you're going??" His brow furrowed again.
"I'm going home.. it's not far" I winked at him and walked out the door hoping he was smart enough to realise what was happening.
I walked down the steps slowly until finally I heard the door open and close again behind me. I carried on walking down to the road and turned the corner I to the alley that led me to my house. I could hear him now. Walking behind me slowly. He lit a cigarette while he walked. I didn't look round just kept walking to my gate. I put my case down and pretended to search for my keys until he was right next to me. I turned and looked at him in the dark, he looked hotter than ever as he exhaled smoke and dropped his cigarette on the floor. My whole body shook under his gaze as he stepped towards me,he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed his mouth onto mine with such force and urgency, all i could do was let him.
He pushed me against the gate and kissed me passionatly he tasted of jack Daniels and cigarettes. His hands travelled down onto my chest and pulled at my shirt.
*let's go inside" I breathed onto his ear and tried to unlock the gate with his hands still all over my body..
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