Damien's Diary (Rock & Roll Erotic Series Book 1) by Lindy S. Hudis & Erric Bonesmith

Author:Lindy S. Hudis & Erric Bonesmith [Hudis, Lindy S.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Hot Ink Press
Published: 2015-12-04T05:00:00+00:00

XOXO Anna

I got up and stretched, turned on the coffee pot and took a long, hot shower. I needed to get to the van! The boys were used to me disappearing. They said they were gonna tie a string to my dick. I told them no.

We were off to Puerto Rico for two shows the next day! I couldn’t wait! I have a weakness for the Latina sisters. Some guys get addicted to coke, others booze or heroin. Man, I was definitely addicted to woman. They were my weakness. Always have been, always will be. Yum, Yum. Eat em up!

So, I found the boys right where I left them near Washington Square Park. They looked like they had gotten some rest and spared nothing in telling me I looked like I had been hit by a truck.

We mounted up the van and headed for a meeting with management to go over final details for Puerto Rico.

Our Manager, Donnie, was a great dude. He had played in a rockin’ band a few years back and now focused his energy on helping others attain or maintain fame. He was just arrogant enough to survive in the business without being a cocky asshole. That was a rare quality those days. He had a gorgeous young bride and a great kid. He was living the dream.

Our meeting went off without a hitch. For once, everything was going smoothly. Yes!

So, Donnie took us all out for dinner, and of course, the drinks started flowing. By the time the sun went down, we were all feeling pretty good, so we decided to cross the bridge into Brooklyn to hit one of our favorite little holes in the ground, Duff’s Brooklyn. It was owned by the gentle giant, Timmy Duff. Timmy and I had had more than our share of red eye sunsets and we cherished every one of them!

“Hey, motherfuckers!” he said raising his arms as we walked in. “What’s good fellas?”

“Timmy! How are ya, daddy-o?’ I replied giving him a standard bro hug.

“Toni Anne, get these boys some booze!” Timmy instructed his lanky, crazy, hot as hell bartender.

We drank, laughed and screamed. I went outside to have a smoke and was approached by an adorable little lady with a southern accent.

“Hi, I’m Lara Lee. Wanna do a shot?” She had dark hair, blue eyes and the sweetest little body this side of the Mason Dixon line!

“Fuck yeah,” I answered.

Lara Lee and I drank for a bit, laughing. She was from Georgia, and she was definitely looking for lovin’ that night.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said kissing me.

“Fuck yeah,” I answered.

“That’s what you say to everything,” she told me.

She was staying in Queens. It didn’t take too long to get there. We occupied ourselves nicely in the cab, warming up for her place.

When we got there, I followed her up the stone steps to her apartment. Her ass was absolutely perfect. I mean, I honestly was going crazy walking behind her. She knew it too. She wiggled that little thing and looked back at me.

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