The confessions of a groupie slut. 18+ hardcore sex is portrayed in this book. More
The first year of my gigging, I can hardly remember, I know, too much drink. Still, I do remember the euphoria I felt during the gig. Some of those guys were dreamy hot when they did their thing. I loved the drummers too, pounding away intensely. I always imagined drummers would be a good hard fuck. Guitarists would probably be a little more creative and vocalists perhaps a bit of both. Bass players were maybe underrated and a box of surprises. I remember meeting the guys from Iron Zombie. They were fucking hot, real men. I fooled around with them backstage for a bit, but it did not get so far. I did have a boyfriend at the time though, he was off his head on drugs and drink, and was hardly in a fit state to care what I did and who I did it with, but I was a good girl and never went too far when I got the chance to meet some of these hot musicians.
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