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sunburnacoustic · 1 year

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Muse full gigs

Some full shows that are available, for anyone who wants to partially relive the Muse live experience.

I figured no one's made lists in a while.

La Cigale, Paris By-Request gig 2018

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rarities + I guarantee I'm gonna fuck up Space Dementia + water spitting + Matt and Dom playing Grammy hosts in the way they announced the winners of the by-request polls

Some cool and noteworthy gigs:

Live Lounge 2012

The Mayan 2015 (performance wise this gig was stunning)

Royal Albert Hall 2008 (Teenage Cancer Trust charity gig - Megalomania on the pipe organ!)

Reading Festival 2011 (10 years of Origin of Symmetry - played the album start to finish)

AOL Sessions 2006

Reading 2006 (Muse's first time headlining if I remember right. Plus, Matt's moves!)

Glastonbury 2004 (first Glasto headline and a must-watch! Of the iconic mad-scientist, white lab coat era. Muse had called it the best gig of their life so far, at the time) (*Ruled By Secrecy was played live but wasn't included in the concert footage DVD and isn't in this video upload either)

Montreaux Jazz 2002 (height of piano maniac-ery days. Would also recommend Pinkpop 2002 but they don't. have. the footage anymore :( Space Dementia at Pinkpop 2002 was phenomenal. 2004 is also good, but I never found 2002 again. Speaking of which,)

Pinkpop 2004 (most songs are in, a few performances missing unfortunately)

MCM Café 1999 (marvel at what a good live act this young band aged 21 already was—with about 4 years of gigging experience under their belts. Insane how good they are.)

Wembley 2007 (H.A.A.R.P. The first band to sell out the newly rebuilt Wembley Stadium. 90,000 people. You need to understand, seeing Chris lift up and point his bass at the crowd at the end of the slightly modified Jimmy Jam riff before Time Is Running Out was a religious experience that changed me and we're lucky enough to live in an age where you and I can witness it over and over and over again and I'd suggest that you do)

Rock Am Ring 2018, uploaded to the Internet Archive by the Muse Historical Society!

Austin City Limits 2013 Philipshalle 1999 Philipshalle 2001 (all suggested in notes, check out the crystal clear gifs from @hotbellamy! :O )

A few additions I remembered after publishing: Eurockeennes 2000 (opened with a then-unreleased New Born. Matt playing a full gig in red sunglasses. Treat to watch. Link's stretched up to fit modern screens but if you want a bit of clarity and don't mind the late 90s ratio stretch, here's a different link) 2002 (quality's a bit shit but that is literally what telly used to look like)

Shepherd's Bush Empire 2006 (Early gigs are always interesting because over time Muse develop different ways of playing songs that are fresh off new albums. The way they work through Take A Bow live is a bit different here, Dom's the one controlling the opening verse synths! During the Abso tour, Matt would play that bit on the piano as an intro to Space Dementia and if I'm remembering right, he does now on the pianos (correct me—this was on the ST tour as well). Also, Starlight in Bm at this gig)

Rock Werchter 2023 (Muse play Rock Werchter in Belgium almost every year, except for the pandemic and 2012 I think, but this year's was a bit special. Best performance of Madness I've seen in a while, I love what he does in the outro! MOTP returns to the set. Muse had tech troubles at the end that caused them to restart Knights of Cydonia twice, to no avail. They finally cut it back for a guitar-bass-drum-vocals-only performance of Showbiz, and Matt's voice sounds exceptional on it— the best in recent years)

Bizarre Fest 2000 (BLESS SOMEONE HAS RESTORED THIS FROM VHS TAPE IN HD, this is so much better than back in the day!! If the falsetto at 1:13 doesn't do it for you, you're into the wrong band, nothing else will help. What an electric performance this was!)

Gigs from WOTP 2022/23 festivals tour last summer:

Nova Rock Rock In Rio Ejekt Fest Isle of Wight Hurricane Festival 2023 (a festival at which Matt once complained that Muse's set was cut short by... hurricanes. But the audio mixing at this gig was really good!)

These are in no particular order, and obviously not complete, I just realised no one had put together a gig archive in a while so I thought I'd give it a stab!

Will edit and add others whenever, there are obviously glaring omissions still!

#gig archive #muse band #muse live #there was this ridiculous 360 cam footage of Reading 2011 and for some reason that was the only one I could find.#That was years and years ago of course so I'm thrilled to have a proper and full recording of this!#Youtube #for anyone that wants to get extra into the spirit before your gigs lol #muse #muse gigs #muse full gigs

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utanoprincesamascenarios · 1 year

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Quartet Night teaching their instruments

Reiji

At first, you thought that Reiji might think that you’re joking when you ask him to teach you how to play the maracas.

It turns out there’s a lot to learn! Reiji is very eager to help you. You’re not quite sure if he’s just really passionate about the maracas or if he just wants an excuse to be alone with you for a while.

Reiji is a very fun teacher. He’s silly and keeps the mood lighthearted, but he knows when to take things seriously. He’ll demonstrate all of the techniques he knows, and he’s always very impressed when you successfully perform it yourself. It doesn’t even feel like you’re learning, just goofing around with your favorite person.

He’ll try to convince you that you should join Quartet Night and be the official maraca player for them, but you respectfully decline that request.

Ranmaru

Ranmaru takes music very seriously. Before you even touch an instrument, though, he sits you down and makes you decide what kind of music you want to play.

He’ll teach you that the bass is one of the most important instruments in any ensemble, even if it’s not playing the melody. He is the kind of teacher that likes to show, then tell, so you’ll get a lot of private performances from him.

He’s also very hands-on. He’ll stand behind you and won’t shy away from moving your hands to the correct frets. Ranmaru will also tell you that feeling is the most important thing, so sometimes he’ll make you work out difficult sections on your own.

Once you get the hang of things, you’ll have a lot of jam sessions together. Ranmaru will start to sing along with whatever you’re playing, and it’s always pretty cute.

A synthesizer is a lot like a piano, Ai explains, so he’ll ask you what sort of experience you have with a traditional piano. When you tell him none, he’ll make a face, but he’ll start you off with the keyboard basics.

He’s pretty blunt with most of his feedback. It takes a while to get used to his harsher remarks, but you understand that he’s saying things to help you improve. He’s never mean during your practice sessions, but you have to admit that hearing a little bit more praise would be nice too.

Ai doesn’t let you mess around with the synth settings in the beginning either. As you start to improve, he’ll slowly integrate more sound fonts and settings and he’ll explain in great detail everything that is happening in the synth’s inner workings.

You do get a great sense of pride when Ai applauds your efforts and tells you that you’re doing a good job. He’ll have a little smile on his face, and when he’s at that point, you know that you’re making real progress.

Camus

Camus agrees to teach you how to play the cello, which is surprising, but it makes sense when you see that he sees it as a chance to show off his own skills in the guise of showing you ‘examples’.

It takes a little bit of convincing before he hands the bow over to you. He has a very old fashioned way of teaching, which consists of lots of drills and scales that expects you to commit to memory in a very short period of time.

He’ll scold you when you slip up, but he doesn’t even give you the down time to complain about it. The tone of voice he uses conveys a sense of closeness between the two of you, because you know that he doesn’t speak to anyone else like that. He wouldn’t even waste his time teaching anyone else. In his own strange way, it’s kind of sweet.

You don’t often hear praise from him, but when the two of you are out and about together, he’ll brag about how well your skills have developed. He probably isn’t even aware that he’s doing it, but the light in his eyes when he talks is enough to let you know that he’s very proud of how much work you’ve put into your new instrument.

STARISH is here!

#utapri #uta no prince sama #reiji kotobuki #ranmaru kurosaki #ai mikaze #camus #camus utapri #headcanons #quartet night

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rivertigo · 3 months

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I already know my sick and twisted plan for get to this girls apartment because I think I have to goad her into inviting me because she’s very shy. I’m gonna ask to see her synths, and I’ll bring my bass over for a “jam session” This plan cannot fail

#approaching normal plan making with a sicko mindset #and I’m just describing making normal plans

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night-loop · 4 months

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The Birthday Massacre’s demos uploaded to Patreon (part 2)

First of all, I highly recommend that you support the band by subscribing to their Patreon, so you can listen to and download these for yourself :) But for those without the means to, or those who want a concise list, here we are! Broken into Part 1 and 2.

Part 1 is here

In order of upload (oldest to most recent). Text in quotation marks is copied + pasted directly from the Patreon upload. Unquoted text is my own thoughts.

Fading. Dreams of You demo. [Rainbow, about sending the demo to Falcore:] "he plays us this song but he's turned it upside down and created this bopping eighties jam with it. Sped up the tempo, modified the key of the song and added some really cool synth production to it." Fading is a slowed down, spooky, "introspective" demo of Dreams of You. Lyrics are slightly different and the sound is more haunting and longing. Length: 1:49. Exact date unknown.

Marionettes (Premix). In This Moment demo. Very similar to the final version, but different vocals/lyrics in the second chorus. Length: 4:44. Exact date unknown.

Outside. A short instrumental demo of Beyond. Length: 1:27. Exact date unknown

Legend. "Building a Song"- synth chord progressions that developed into Precious Hearts. Length: 1:40. Exact date unknown.

Legend. Precious Hearts demo instrumental. "Building a Song"- "Here is the next version of the song. At this point, Falcore has continued to work out the track and added additional synths and some drums to start to form the idea..... This track was actually called "Legend" right up until the final mix!" Length: 1:52. Exact date unknown.

Legend (Bat vocals). Precious Hearts demo with Bat's vocals. "Building a Song" - vocal ideas only in the first verse and pre-chorus. Length: 4:30. Exact date unkown.

Legend (Chibi rough vocals). Precious Hearts demo. "Building a Song" - Two weeks before album needs to be complete: "What's left? Well, now we would dive into Tracking the final vocals now that Chibi knows the song. Over the next couple of weeks, we will record each song a bunch of times with her in different mindsets of performance. Relaxed, aggressive, soft, intimate and then find the perfect combo for the final album! You may notice there are a couple of things missing still! Rainbow's Harmonies and the Bridge idea!" Length: 4:30. Exact date unknown.

Precious Hearts (Final mix, unmastered). "Building a Song". Title switched from Legend to Precious Hearts. Subtle differences from released mastered version- for example, this can clearly be heard in the bridge. Length: 4:24. Exact date unknown.

Crossed. An electronic-driven instrumental "demo from the "Diamonds" sessions that never fully became a song!" Length: 3:38. Dated to 2018. Exact date unknown.

Neon. End of All Stories demo with Rainbow's vocals, only in the first verse. Length: 2:37. Exact date unknown.

Spooky Loop. A higher quality of the instrumental background music that used to feature on the old nothingandnowhere.com website. Length: 2:27. Exact date unknown.

Night Loop. Another higher quality instrumental from the nothingandnowhere.com website. Length: 1:54. Exact date unknown.

Fatality. Like Fear, Like Love demo with Rainbow's rough vocal ideas. Demo created by Falcore. Length: 2:34, Exact date unknown.

Fatality. Like Fear, Like Love demo. Chibi's rough vocals, but not yet complete (e.g. empty chorus). Length: 4:26. Exact date unknown.

Other. Run instrumental demo. Length: 3:24. Exact date unknown.

Soundtrack. A short instrumental demo from the Walking with Strangers era. "Here is an idea that may have blossomed but there were already so many songs on the table!" Length: 0:56. Exact date unknown.

Irreversible. "An unused gem from 2018 "Diamonds" writing sessions." Instrumental demo which *partly* sounds reminiscent of early instrumental work (e.g. Night Loop, Spooky Loop). Length: 1:51. From 2018. Exact date unknown.

Beware Loop. "Here's a sweet little loop made from the "Hide & Seek" era!". Instrumental track that *partly* sounds like Cold Lights. Length: 1:37. Exact date unknown.

Superstition (Rainbow Version). "A version of "Superstition" that Rainbow had created during his Wight Eye's writing sessions." Length: 4:09. Exact date unknown.

Bad Jeans. A heavy electro-driven instrumental demo . "Written pre Hide & Seek." Length: 4:56. Exact date unknown.

Ever. Instrumental demo with guitars, drums and electronic sounds. "Written pre Hide & Seek." Length: 2:11. Exact date unknown.

2 Hearts (OE demo). Rough demo of Two Hearts with OE singing the first verse and chorus. Length: 1:45. Recorded in 2008. Exact date unknown.

GhostTown. Sideways instrumental demo. Length: 2:24. Exact date unknown.

Pale Instrumental demo. More stripped down than the final instrumental- more electro than rock-driven. Some of the synth is more distorted, which sounds really fun! Length: 3:21. Exact date unknown.

Restraint. The Long Way Home demo by OE, featuring different vocals and lyrics from OE. Sounding even scarier and darker than the final version. Length: 1:54. Exact date unknown.

Glamorama. Instrumental demo of Always with electronic notes instead of vocals. Length: 4:13. Exact date unknown.

Control demo. Featuring Falcore's vocals, and some lyrical differences. Length: 3:24. Exact date unknown.

Part 3 will be uploaded in the future!

#the birthday massacre #demo #demos #unreleased #patreon #tbm #mine

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burlveneer-music · 1 year

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Prairiewolf s/t LP - not that I've been looking, but this is the first album I've heard that I feel is the American equivalent of the very British electro-pastoralia purveyed by Clay Pipe Music

Recorded 8,000 feet above sea level in Colorado’s Rocky Mountains, Prairiewolf’s first long-player offers listeners a fresh and free-flowing slice of cosmic/organic Americana — spiritual instrumentals driven by Fender Rhodes, lap steel, Mellotron, guitar, synth, bass and an assortment of vintage drum machines. Sandy Bull communing with Alice Coltrane, Tangerine Dream finding common ground with Don Cherry, sweet kosmische jams rising out of the Continental Divide. Together since early 2022, Prairiewolf consists of Stefan Beck (who has made recent waves in the underground as Golden Brown) on guitar and lap steel, Jeremy Erwin (the man behind the acclaimed Electric Miles blog The Heat Warps) on keys and Tyler Wilcox (a music writer with bylines in Aquarium Drunkard, Pitchfork and Maggot Brain) on bass. Drawn from sessions taped in the fall and winter of 2022, Prairiewolf’s self-titled debut is an eclectic-but-cohesive collection — 10 original compositions that drift beautifully from zone to zone, sometimes lush and lovely (“Lunar Deluxe,” “Technicolor Dream Hearse”), sometimes weird and woozy ("Cogs," "Labwerk"). Sometimes it’s all of those things at once. Mastered by Andrew Weathers and released on vinyl and compact disc by Nashville’s Centripetal Force, Prairiewolf is a welcome trip into higher sonic elevations. RIYL: Sandy Bull, Alice Coltrane, Bitchin Bajas, Don Cherry Prairiewolf is Stefan Beck, Tyler Wilcox, and Jeremy Erwin Artwork by Stefan Beck

#Prairiewolf #electronic #americana #pastoral #kosmische #colorado #Centripetal Force #2023 #steel guitar

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thesinglesjukebox · 28 days

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SHAKIRA AND CARDI B - PUNTERÍA

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Shakira makes comments about Barbie, we make comments about Shakira... Greta Gerwig and Margot Robbie you have 24 hours to release a statement about us to complete the circle...

[5.62]

Harlan Talib Ockey: “Puntería” is a no-thoughts-head-empty ode to sex. Without context, it’s fun, but it’s hard to forget that it just doesn’t have anything like the righteous fury of “Bzrp Music Sessions” or the caustic groove of “Te Felicito.” Cardi puts in an MVP performance, breezily singing a third of the song herself, and it’s ultimately their chemistry that makes this worth it. [5]

Claire Biddles: This only really livens up when Shakira and Cardi sound like they're in the same room -- I'd love to hear a song where they're riffing off each other the whole way through. [5]

Leah Isobel: Something about this brings out my cynicism. None of it is bad, and some of it is quite good -- Shakira singing about her G-spot, for instance. I like the trancey "Realiti" synth in the chorus, too. But mostly when I hear this I hear an attempt to recreate "Kiss Me More," and I'm a little Kiss Me Bored. [5]

Dave Moore: It didn't seem like rocket science to just give Shakira more of the sound she perfected on her Bzrp Music Session (check), then make a mini-album out of it (check) and tack on all the great stuff she put out in the last year or so to fill out the runtime (check). But I would not have guessed the secret weapon on this particular song would be Cardi B taking to the proceedings so naturally that you start to lose track of who's singing when they start passing melody lines back and forth in the second half. So now I also want Cardi B to make a Shakira album. [8]

Will Adams: Neither disappointing nor surprising that Shaki would follow up an international smash with a redux that sands off its predecessor's edges for the palatable lite-disco of "Say So" or "Lottery" or "Kiss Me More" or (or or or or). The real crime is for a duo of performers as vibrant and charismatic as Shakira and Cardi to sound this boring. [4]

Isabel Cole: Two stars known for more dramatic modes turn up the sweetness for a frothy little bauble, like the aural equivalent of girls' night. No one sounds like they're working very hard, in a good way; they're having fun, and so am I! [7]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: "Say So"ification comes for even our most charismatic pop stars -- lite retro production, indistinctly horny sentiments, a vague malaise creeping up even as the beat loops jauntily. It's not bad per se -- I will hear this at parties for the next six months and bop my head along without a second of regret tied directly to the song -- but I can't help but feel like there ought to be something more; I'd rather have an ambitious failure of a crossover track (remember the Shakira-Rihanna Ska Explosion?) than a distinctly unmemorable set of pleasantries. [6]

TA Inskeep: A mildly sexy empty-calories jam that I can't remember I heard five minutes later. [6]

Nortey Dowuona: David Stewart, who is possibly a millionaire from producing a BTS song you don't know (unless you are hardcore ARMY or a person who listens to a radio station) has now created another song for Shakira you won't remember after this year (unless you are a hardcore Cardi B fan or a person who listens to a radio station). Will this one make him a billionaire? Find out on: BIG, MEGA, FORGETTABLE, RADIO SMASHER. Hosted by Cardi B. [4]

Ian Mathers: Cardi B singing in Spanish is surprisingly close to Shakira here, when she just takes a chorus near the end if I hadn't been watching the video I might not have noticed the switch until she mentions her own name. Which is not a criticism! I wish I could fit in on a Shakira song, especially a decent one like this, so neatly. [7]

Alfred Soto: I hear voices like theirs at checkout lines and on FaceTime chats: two distinctly Hispanic lilts crashing against each other like sea spray against rock. Listening to each other is besides the point. "Puntería" reminds me of those exchanges. Pure idiomatic expression for expression's sake, it puts an arm around the listener then ignores her. [6]

Kayla Beardslee: Apparently scientists still have not found a cure to the "Say So" substitutes epidemic since I last did this bit two months ago. Everyone, our time on this planet as a species is finite: it's up to us to band together and figure out how to de-chintz the pop girl singles before it's too late. “Puntería” is an extremely average addition to the "Say So" imitators’ shelf, but having Shakira on a track will always be worth an extra point. At least I learned a new Spanish word! [6]

Katherine St. Asaph: EDITOR'S NOTE: Due to an oversight in the selection process, we have covered "Not My Fault" twice. We regret the error. [4]

[Read, comment and vote on The Singles Jukebox]

#shakira #cardi b #music #music writing #music reviews #music criticism #the singles jukebox #Youtube

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cyberloops · 1 year

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#jam #jam session #dawless #dawless jam #dawless jammin #dawless jamming #cyberpunk #cyberpunk music #cyberpunk soundtrack #synth #synthesizer #synthwave #retrowave #music #live jam #screenside jam session #Youtube

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gretavanmoon · 1 year

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Quick and fast little Jake x female reader one shot

18+, minors DNI

Warnings: alcohol, adult situations, sexual smut

He had spotted you from across the room, the colorful strobe lights illuminating the dancefloor and the people crowding it. The place was jam packed, and the DJ was doing a hell of a job keeping everyone meshing and melding together in one big sea of dancing bodies. The smoke from the fog machine clouded the room and your brain; you’d had a few too many lemon drop shots and the weed from the quick session in the car earlier was sending your mind into an excited mix of buzzing and letting loose.

You could feel his eyes boring into your body, searing across your tight dress, thick thighs and cleavage. The tight purple body con dress and black heels that tied halfway up your thighs you had opted for tonight was definitely paying off. You decided to turn it on a little more for him, it wouldn’t hurt to give him a show. He was leaned sultry with his elbows on the railing that surrounded the upper level above the dance floor, holding his glass in both hands. You’d noticed he was with a few guys who were more interested in conversing with one another than caring about what he was so transfixed on. His hair was long and kind of wavy, and it fell across his shoulders and landed right below his collarbones. You could hardly make out what he was wearing, but you knew it was dark colored and you could see his bare chest plain as day when the lights reflected just right.

You could tell he was getting hot and bothered from the way his eyes were squinted together with eyelids hooded, so you reached your hands into your hair and pulled it up, letting yourself get absolutely taken by the music. You slowly drug your hands down from your head to down your shoulders, and finally across your breasts. You didn’t let them linger there long, but just long enough to put the idea in his head and leave some to his imagination. You returned his stare, and he suddenly stood up straight. He stuffed his free hand in his pocket and slowly let his lips touch the side of his glass while he sipped on the iced amber brown liquid.

The bass was hitting hard, and your friend you had come with grabbed both of your hands and began to dance with you. She twirled you around and showed you off. She quickly took your attention away from him. Little did she know, she was doing you an absolute favor. The two of you laughed together while the song switched into something a little slower, a deep beat with shivering sexy synths and hard hitting kicks. You glanced quickly up to where he was standing, to find him gone. Your eyes quickly shot around looking for his beautiful angelic but terrifyingly ethereal face. You found him, a few steps down, now a bit closer to the dance floor. Your friend still had ahold of your hands, and she turned you around so your back was up against her. You decided to bend at the waist and dip your ass low, then you stood back up to begin grinding on her. The two of you danced seductively, hands innocently searching each others’ bodies like two drunk best friends do. You met his eyes again, his hand still in his pocket watching you intently but this time with a sinister smirk on his face.

All of a sudden, you got an idea that would most definitely seal the deal. You turned your friend so that her back was to him, put your hand on the back of her head, and pulled her in for a slow and seductive kiss. Your eyes flickered open and met his with the most intensive and vicious look you could muster.

You pulled away from your friend’s kiss and the two of you giggled and laughed at the not uncommon instance. He began walking slowly toward you, running into people he knew on the dance floor, half-assing hellos and handshakes. You continued dancing and gyrating your hips to the music, letting your hands fall across your body, making sure to spend extra time letting your hands rest on your thighs. You watched as he never broke eye contact, still working on his drink and licking his lips after every sip. You couldn’t let him get his way this easily. You lifted your long hair up and off of your sweating neck, and began fanning yourself. You whispered to your friend and told her you were going to the restroom and to get a water. She waved you off blowing you a kiss, rejoining the rest of your friends in the ocean of collective bodies. You were now on a mission. You turned confidently and began to make your way to the bathroom, giving him one last “come with me” look before starting up the steps and the particularly long walk across the venue.

You made your way through the crowd, brushing off the sneaking and snaking hands of random men overstepping their boundaries and touching you in ways that made you want to grab your set of brass knuckles out of your bag. Still yet, you politely denied their advances, ignoring pulls and grazes across your lower back. You glanced quickly behind you to see if he was still there, and sure enough he was 10 or so paces behind slowly letting you lead, but making sure none of the unwarranted advances were overstepping too much. You finally led him through a particularly thick crowd standing outside of the bathroom hallway, and you reached your hand behind you, instinctively hoping he would take it so that you wouldn’t get separated in the heavy crowd.

Suddenly you felt a warm, calloused, and genuine hand clasp around yours gently, but firmly enough that you knew he wasn’t going to let you slip away. You kept pulling the two of you through the crowd, accidentally shoulder checking people and stepping on toes. You noticed his hand move slightly, intertwining his fingers between yours. Your heart sunk to your stomach at the small act of him wordlessly letting you know he was right there with you.

There were 4 multisex bathrooms at the end of the hall, and surprisingly, there was one door cracked open. You pushed it open to find a single toilet, urinal, and sink. The dingy bathroom was poorly lit, and not as clean as you’d prefer, but you were in a dance club. The grip he had on your hand was finally free as you passed the threshold, leaving him right outside the door. You turned to him, and your eyes met with lust absolutely dripping from your lips. He began to follow you in when a tall man who was apparently way past his limit caught the door. “Hey, that’s a one person bathroom! You can’t go in there with her,” he boisterously yelled, words slurring. You recognized him as one of the men who had put his hands on you on the walk here. You quickly grabbed the door handle in one hand and his hand in the other, pulling him into the bathroom with you.

“I want him in here with me,” you spat at the random man. You jerked him into the bathroom with you, quickly closing the door behind you and locking it with haste. The bathroom was significantly quieter than the outside, except for a muffled sound of music and conversation. The only light in the bathroom was a singular green light bulb hanging from the ceiling. You found yourself standing alone in a locked bathroom with a random beautiful man who’s demeanor absolutely dripped with sex. You both stood, studying each other with heaving chests. You could almost cut the sexual tension with a knife. He still had his drink in his hand, half full. You grabbed it out of his hand, and downed the remaining contents. You set the glass on the sink with a light clink.

Within seconds, his hands were enveloping your head, holding his grasp tightly with his thumbs on your jawline. He quickly pushed you against the closed door with force, bringing his face dangerously close to yours, lips mere inches away. He huffed a cocky laugh through his nose as his eyes dipped down to your lips. Your bodies were pressed up against each other, and you bucked your hips into his groin eliciting a little hiss between his teeth. You raised your eyebrows at him, asking him what he was going to do next. He tightened his grip on your face before crashing his lips onto yours. Neither one of you held anything back. Immediately your tongues were fighting for dominance, wrestling against each other and exploring. He tasted good, almost like he had been chewing on mint sprigs. His hands moved from your face, to your shoulders, down the length of your arms and back up to your breasts. You whined slightly at his touch which in turn caused him to press his hardening length more firmly against you. You finally broke free and tilted your head to the side, giving him access to work his mouth up and down the sensitive areas on your neck. He began pressing his open mouth down your neck while his hands kneaded your boobs. All your inhibitions were gone; he had given you a freeing feeling of trust that made you completely confused… you didn’t even know this man’s name.

Now that you thought about it, neither of you had actually said a word to each other all night.

In a sudden rush of confidence at the anonymity of the situation, you walked him backward toward the sink, hands on his undressed pecs. You squeezed his chest in your hands, and lightly raked your nails across him, eliciting a low growl to slip from his pursed lips. You forcefully grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him back up to meet your mouth again. His kiss was hot and passionate, he made your head feel like it was spinning off its kilter. His lips were soft but forceful, and you could tell he was the type to switch effortlessly between taking control and letting you have it. And he was a good kisser too, he didn’t overtake your whole face like some guys do, but instead alternated his techniques and impressed you. He took his time while simultaneously wasting none. Show off.

The two of you turned so that your back was toward the countertop. Suddenly he reached down and grabbed around your shin, lifted up and hitched your leg around his waist, pulling you impossibly close to him. You wrapped your arm around the back of his neck, and connected your mouth to his ear. You didn’t say a word, but instead laid your tongue against his neck right on his main artery. You squeezed your leg tighter around his waist, and he pressed harder into your core. You were now pressed tightly against the large countertop-like sink, letting this nameless man take total control over your body. Damn, he felt good. His strong, sturdy body...his hands.... his mouth…all of it was enveloping you in the most delicious way. The fuzz in your brain began to return as the last shot you took of his drink started to sink in. You were spinning and reveling and felt a carnal pull to sink your teeth into him in any and every way possible.

You still had your lips on his sweet spots on his neck, so you decided to piss him off a little bit. You ran your tongue from his collarbone to the spot right behind his ear, then back down against the the curve between his neck and shoulder. You decided to leave your mark, and suckled hard on his skin, leaving behind a hickey that was sure to be there tomorrow. He brought air across his teeth quickly from the pain, and probably a bit of aggravation. He pushed your shoulders back and laughed an agitated laugh, bringing his eyes to yours and giving you a devastating look of intrigue. You could tell he wanted to scold you for leaving a mark on him, but he fought back the words, and instead moved toward you again.

He had his hands on your hips, deeply massaging his fingertips into the thick muscle there when he brought his mouth back to yours. You made out for a few more minutes, exploring each others’ mouths, gripping skin, pulling hair, and moaning obscenities into the air. It came as no surprise when he finally reached down between your already parted legs, and began to lightly and slowly pull his fingers between your slick. It didn’t take long for him to realize you weren’t wearing underwear, to which he reacted with raised eyebrows and a genuine, whole belly laugh. Wow, you hadn’t even seen him smile yet tonight. His teeth were perfectly white and his lips were full and beautiful stretched across them. His laugh was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. It cascaded through the thick air, dancing through one of your ears and out the other. Just from his laugh you could tell that his voice was scratchy and hoarse, almost like a rasp after yelling too much. You made sure to memorize exactly how it sounded, and you replayed it over and over in your head. It was the first time you’d heard any piece of his voice tonight, but you were determined to hear more. You longed from him to whisper dirty things into your ear, but you decided that hearing him laugh was enough to last you through this escapade. He shook his head and began concentrating on you again. It didn’t take long for him to find your clit, and your body language let him know when he did. You tilted your head back in pleasure, howling a satisfied cry. He worked you there for a while, letting you come to the edge before removing his touch and letting you fall back again. God, this mystery man knows exactly what he is doing.

He quickly grabbed your waist and turned your body around, lifting the bottom half of your dress up over your hips. The two of you looked at each other in the mirror, making delicious eye contact. You stepped your legs apart a bit to let him know you were okay with him proceeding. He was still pressed hard against your ass, his hardened length letting itself be known. He quickly undid his belt and pants button, pulling himself free from his boxer briefs. He took himself in his hand and began running his grip up and down. You leaned on both hands on the sink. He reached around the front of you and massaged your clit again, causing your back to arch for him. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a condom. He brought it to his mouth, and ripped it open with his teeth. He removed the contents, and spit the packaging across the counter and watched it land in the sink. He pulled it over himself before taking himself in his hand and massaging through your folds. He took special care to pay close attention to your clit, massaging the tip of his dick slowly and carefully across it. This contact was enough to make your head fall back in pleasure; he was teasing your entrance with tiny circles and entering you with tiny thrusts. You grunted in aggravation and backed your hips onto him, urging him to fuck you. You made eye contact in the mirror again, giving him a look of maddening displeasure that he hadn’t yet.

When he finally did, he wasted to time in pushing slowly into you to the hilt, letting the base of his dick press into your core. When he reached it, he began grinding little circles around, massaging your clit just right and hitting all the right spots deep inside you. Your head fell back and you cried low in pleasure. Your eyes closed on their own, and your arms began to fail you as you fought to hold yourself up on the sink. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think that this was the most gorgeous dick you’d ever come in contact with, without even having laid your eyes on it.

He pulled back, almost completely losing contact, and quickly filled you up again slowly, letting you get used to him as he did. He began pumping in and out, sending your whole body into an oblivion that you were definitely not expecting. He felt amazing in every way possible. You looked up at your selves in the mirror, your arms leaning down onto the sink, pressing your breasts together making them look like the absolute best form of themselves. He had one hand on your waist and the other on your shoulder, using your leverage to bring himself in and out of you, and his pace was sickening. You could feel his girth stretching your walls and the contraction was enough to make you close your eyes tightly to block out all your other senses and feel him entirely and completely. You whispered words of affirmation into the air, as you felt yourself start to clench around him. He noticed your change in demeanor and reached around your neck under your chin to pull backwards on your head to lay on his shoulder. He continued his intense thrusts while he snaked his hand around your front and pinched your clit right between his thumb and middle finger. You cried out in a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain, and met his eyes again in the mirror. His face was beautifully contorted into an expression of the most gorgeous pleasure you’d ever seen. The green light above him illuminated his features in a way that looked alien. He was stunning. Along with your already dripping cunt, your heart was beating out of your chest at the thought of this extremely attractive man fucking you in a public bathroom.

Suddenly you heard three sharp knocks on the door followed by what sounded like a disgruntled frat boy needing to use the urinal.

He met your eyes in the mirror again, now with a goal in mind. He began thrusting harder into you with intention now. You arched your back even more so he could get the perfect angle for you both. Your chest was almost laid completely down on the countertop at this point. He was pounding into you even harder now; you were glad the sink was sturdy and able to take the movements you were making without breaking. You could tell he was as close to his release as you were, so you did your best to tighten yourself around him, squeezing your walls as best you could and clenching around him. He left go of your shoulder, and grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled back harshly, making you cry out in surprised ecstasy.

The knock on the door came again, but this time the knocks were made with a fist. You had a fleeting thought to yell at the person on the other side to fuck off, but before you could push out the words, a hand reached up and covered your mouth, muffling your sounds and sending an undeniable rush of wetness to your core.

A quiet “shhh...” was all you got from him, right in your ear. He didn't pull away, but instead kept his thrusts powerful and erratic. You could feel your belly starting to turn at your impending release, and you cried out again into his hand. He felt so damn good.. who the hell is this stranger? You made eye contact in the mirror again, and was jarred at the visual of this ethereally gorgeous man with one hand pulling on your hip and the other on your mouth. He growled into your ear again, and you stuck your tongue out to wrap around one of his fingers, effectively pulling it into your mouth. You could taste the remnants of yourself on him still. You suckled on his finger and swirled your tongue around it, and that was all it took. He firmly pressed his front into you, hugging you closely. His thrusts became sparse and impossibly deep as you felt his cock twitching inside you. The deeper he went, the quicker you were following him over the edge. You felt a white hot heat flood your entire conscience, and the fire that was building finally exploded into intense waves of rippling pleasure.

He had uncovered your mouth, so your cries mixed in with his were less than quiet. You couldn’t be bothered with it though, you had tuned yourself out and could only hear the gorgeous growls and cries falling out of his beautiful mouth. You could spend the rest of eternity just listening to his sounds on a loop, you were positive of that.

When you both had ridden out your highs, he pulled your head to the side so you were looking back at him, and planted a soft and sweet kiss to your cheek. The act was delicate as compared to the foul situation you were in just 30 seconds ago. He pulled out, and removed the condom. You pulled your dress back into place over your thighs, and readjusted yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hair and wiping eyeliner from underneath your eyes. He took his turn returning himself back to normal, zipping his pants and running his hands over his face. He cleared his throat, but didn't speak.

He stood still in front of you, taking you in for the umpteenth time tonight. His eyes scanned your body from top to bottom again, just like he had while you were on the dance floor, except this time, he let a small smile creep to his beautiful lips. He sucked his teeth, and squinted his eyes at you, searching quizzically for the words to speak. You smiled back at him, returning his fucked out, hazy gaze. You reached your hands out to adjust his collar, stepping just close enough for him to wrap his hands around your waist and pull you just a little bit closer. He took a deep and shaky breath. You snaked your hands from his collar to the sides of his face, looking into his eyes. You both stood there, studying each other’s faces while the music picked up outside, and fists continued to rap on the door. None of it seemed to matter, though.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you found your voice. You were determined to either hang on to your high and make the next move, or dash out of the bathroom in embarrassment and run to the parking lot.

“What’s your name?” you all but whispered.

A slow grin creeped to his face and his eyes fell to the floor as he giggled at the question. After all, it was the first time either of you had verbally communicated the whole night.

He cleared his throat. He lifted his hand to shake yours, and answered, “Jake. And what’s yours?”

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