Rockstar Rocks My Body

I had any woman I wanted on the road. It was even easier at this high school tour my label forced me into. But I was bored with brainless preppy little girls. Greta. Wow. I saw her and I pulled out all the stops. I had to get inside that dress. That's why I got into music. So I could do the women other men could only dream of banging. Greta had these thick dark hair. full lips, caramel skin, and that booming backside. And that nice conservative girl thing going on. I knew she was a naughty little screw bunny though. That ring on her finger only made me want her more. --- Barrett was a total bad boy. I always stayed away from them. Not because I wanted to but because I was always with Steve. He was a good solid guy and we'd been together forever. But something was missing. I knew it when I saw Barrett blowing up that guitar at our school assembly, screaming at the top of his lungs with a passion and wild energy that set my heart and upper thighs on fire. It was a dangerous game. And I was ready to play. That's how much I needed that super hot bad boy. I needed to escape. "Rock Star Rocks My Body" is wild, hot erotica and meant for mature audiences.