Being famous was beginning to drag. Go to a new city, crank out some tunes, pick up a sweet little groupie, knock out some sweet little sex, trash the room…lather, rinse, repeat. I was really starting to get bored with it all. I mean…just once can’t someone throw me a curve ball?
“So…since we’re here in the hotel room…why don’t you tie me up?” she said with the sweetest smile on her face. Curve ball received, I guess.
“Tie you up?”
“Suuuuure…I love being bound! Always have; since I was a kid. I know how to squirm really cute too…you’ll probably get off from just watching me. BUT…you better be willing to share…”
This kid was amazing! Was gonna have to make sure to get her name so each time I went through her town, we’d be able to hook up…geez. Only problem now…requesting about 500 feet of clothesline from the front desk without raising any suspicions…
Arielle Lane for today.