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| Jon |
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| Calliope/Karen |
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| Karen/Calliope |
Jon remembered last night......
His heart racing. The sweat running down his forehead. He knew he looked like a deer in the headlights. There she was. Dressed deceptively like an angel. A beautiful, ethereal angel. She looked a little like Olivia Newton John in Xanadu. All light. Lace. White wispiness. But he wasn't deceived. He could see the perfect storm in her expressive gray eyes.
He felt like he was about to go down like George Cloony. There was nowhere to run. He could feel the residual pain and chaffing from their last bout. He wanted to adjust himself in his pants, but she would see and smile evilly. Underneath her beautiful clothes was a steel boned corset with hooks laden with cuffs and whips. His heart was pounding.
He felt an overwhelming panic attack. He couldn't breath. Closer and closer she got to him. He looked around. The closest hidey place was his spot under the stage. But deep down he knew she would find him. Christian Grey had nothing on her.
He ran off the stage and into the room. He was pressed up against a temporary wall. His only option was to watch her walk seductively towards him. Closer. Closer. He could smell the wonderful light scent she wore. She was breadth away from him. Lips almost touching lips. Her breath enveloping him. She leaned in pressing her whole soft warm gorgeous body against his.
And
bit
his
lip!
Her name was Karen!
Well Karen to the human world, but Calliope, one of Zeus's daughters, a muse, to the spirit world.
GOD! She about killed him. Or his dick anyway. He rubbed his appendage as an after thought. But every time she appeared he wrote the best songs. His fans and record label were unaware of his sacrifice to provide them quality anthems.
It was about 2 weeks later, after having taken a couple diphenhydramine, Benadryl, to help him get some sleep, he was dreaming....... at least he thought he was....
Jon awoke slowly. Painfully. Man, his arms and shoulders hurt. He went to shift positions and found his arms handcuffed to the head board. Bitch!
"Calliope! Are you here!" He screamed. His heart started pounding so hard it hurt. He was gonna have a fucking heart attack. "Damn it! Free my hands!" He screamed again, on the verge of blowing out his vocals.
He HATED any horizontal sport resembling S&M. The more he squirmed the more every part of his backside felt pokey things. WTF?! "CALLIOPE!"
All of a sudden he heard heals clicking against the floor. Almost in time with his almost exploded heart.
"SShh, my love. All that screaming is bad for you," she cooed. She ran her fingers through his hair, grazing his forehead. "Why are you so upset? I am here to help you, my darling." She slowly walked around the bed watching him become more upset by the second and she became wet at the same time. All tingly down there. The smile on her face lighting up the room.
Jon looked at her at the times when she was in his line of sight, "Fucking untie me. I HATE being like this and you know it!" He squirmed and felt a really sharp, something, he didn't even know what yet, poking him in the ass. It felt like a bed of nails with velvet draped over it. "Bitch, what the hell am I laying on?!" He willed himself to stop moving, making the weird pain less painful. "What did you do? Give me some kind of poisonous, Poseidon potion? All I remember is drinking some wine. Did you pollute it? Oh God. I've died and gone somewhere."
"Oh, my darling. Settle down,"she said. Calliope started undressing, one piece of clothing at a time. A boot from the left foot. The boot from the right foot. It really didn't take that long to finish getting undressed, but it was long enough to produce a beautiful erection.
Jon, a bit disgusted with himself, looking at an erection stemming from this way of some people's sexual pleasure. Somehow, as always, he started to relax and she started singing softly,
"I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses..."
Calliope released him from his bonds, and with a bit of magic and illusion, they were on a beautiful, soft bed, with candles all around. Rose petals started to fall from heaven. And right now he didn't know if he was even in New Jersey. She slowly straddled him while kissing him. At the most perfect moment she mounted him. His cock sunk deep into her heat and together they made beautiful music.
A couple hours later Jon woke with a start, sitting up in bed so fast he almost passed out. "Dammit, some blonde gave me nightmares," he thought as he looked around to see if she was still in his bed. The coast was clear he thought, but why, he couldn't remember...He got up, grabbed his journal that he wrote his song ideas in, and sat at the piano in his room and started to write. He tried hard to capture the moment this morning but didn't know why.
THE END ..... maybe