Our metal fascination

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If you watch the documentary above perhaps you’ll be able to understand why this music and the bands are such a turn on for us. A sufficient turn on to make us fantasize about band members in an erotic way, and to go as far as to write a book about them. But those guys were just gorgeous. Some of them still are, still possess more magnet in their persons, personalities and pants than some young inexperienced puppies. Sometimes I have an impression that current music, be it pop or whatever else, doesn’t inspire such devotion and frenzy among fans. Well,  not counting all those teenagers who are after Justin Bieber…

Anyway, the video doesn’t show the whole picture though, it’s limited to The Sunset Strip. But the metal didn’t only rule there, there were other places on earth where it flourished, the European metal rocked as well. All the British metal bands as well as quite a few German and Swedish ones were there as well and they kicked ass. Quite a lot of them still do. Our book, Hekete’s Passage is a tribute to them all.

How about a new sexy product for rock or heavy metal bands?

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Everybody knows that sex and rock’n’roll go together. I don’t really believe any of the rockers is or has been a good boy who kept his pants up while on tour. All the groupie gossip boards are the best proof though I suspect most of the stuff posted there is what it is – just gossip. Impossible to prove true.

However, the point is, rock and heavy metal bands do inspire women erotically… Quite a lot of us would love to check out what they have in their pants. The tough truth though is that hardly any of us will be ever privileged to find it out. And you, rockers, would also have a lot of ‘work’ satisfying every lady’s curiosity, there are just too many of us. Though I bet it would be a really pleasant job…

Thus a suggestion of a new product that won’t strain you physically or put the bliss of your regular relationship at stake. A new line of sex toys. One band has already attempted it, don’t know how much success the product has have, but why not try? It’s just a few pieces of plastic or rubber. Just remember gents, don’t cheat (you know what I’m talking about) and include a personal signature. 😉

suggestion of a new product

This way each woman could satisfy her erotic dreams or fantasies connected with heavy metal and rock band whenever she wanted to.

Fragments of Chapter 1 (3), Hekate’s Passage, part 1, vol. 1

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Yasmin’s Story:

It looks like the time to start the research has begun. I definitely feel something strange here, something that needs to be investigated. So even though my body is stirring, making me want to join my girlfriends in their sensual strutting around the fire, I try to overcome it and rule my body. A short meditation, a few long breaths and I succeed in keeping my mind clear. Then I just leave them possessed by whatever is coming  over us here. I walk to the car and search for the instruments. I pick a Geiger counter, some multi-field meters and my laptop, which are all connected to the multi-field detectors. I try to turn them on, but to my surprise the laptop battery is dead as well as the multi-field meters.. I sigh in disgust, and try to turn an mp3 and camcorder that I have brought along. The result is the same… all are dead. Though I still hear the music playing, coming from the circle, so Melisa’s Ipod must be still working. We are in the right place at the right time, I think, getting out of the car to walk to place where I was before with the gals; but there is nobody there and sudden silence surrounds me. I remember I have a multi-radiation finder to detect microwaves, which will indicate any strange presence. I turn it on and it works!

But my friends have vanished, along with the remains of dinner, the fire, the litter. At the same momenta thick fog is creeping near, coming from the stones.  My blood feels like it is freezing in my veins, and the multi-radiation finder is beeping aloud. The fog gets me inside its grasp and the instrument almost screams as it beeps. Then I become dizzy and blinded; I try to hold onto something but there is nothing but weeds. My knees fail and I fall on the cold ground, completely confused. I close my eyes for a moment. At least I think it’s for a moment, it could have been much longer. When I open them again I see a road under the setting sun, and a car that is coming near. The car is an old-style car. I don´t know much about cars, but definitely this one doesn’t look  new. I only have an impression that it may have been manufactured in the ‘80s. I don´t know what to think, I feel too insecure to make any conjectures.

The car approaches me, slows down and stops. The window opens and I see Colin Crawford, just the way he was looking in the middle ‘80s.  He has short blond hair and a few loop earrings in his left ear. His oval face has a softer expression under the sun of this clueless time than I thought, but his features are strong and neat. His brown eyes are filled with amazement with the sight of me standing there confused. He is taller than I thought, slender and elegant. His look fits the rocker fashion in those years: a mixture of glam and leather that features his sex appeal. I’m just staring at him, looking at his face and body, sliding my eyes over his chest covered with a soft, pale shirt and then down to his legs in jeans, as if he were a wonderful apparition.  My jaw must be dropping down at the moment. I feel as if somebody has just hit me on my head. Him? Here? How? Why? Before I can say anything, staring at him  as if hypnotized, he looks concerned and asks me:

“Is everything alright? You look lost…”

I nod and answer. “I was camping with my girlfriends at Hekate’s Passage, you know this circle of stones?”

He says he does.

“We wanted to do some research for my Institute, but they started dancing naked around the fire to your music, saying they felt some strange energy in the place. I could feel it, too, but I wanted to investigate it and bring my instruments to do it. They were not working, though, and when I came back to the circle there was a strange fog there and everything, my friends, the fire were gone…”

I try to explain but apparently what I’m saying is vague and imprecise, or perhaps incredible as Colin face shows a stunned look, though he’s still trying to be nice and polite with me. Does he believe me?  What he has heard may be incredible, indeed.

The back windows of the car open and I see Jim, looking… smoking hot. And also with middle ‘80s look – with a long mane of blond curly hair. He exclaims. “My ears don’t deceive me? Did I really hear that that your girlfriends were dancing naked to our music and now you can’t find them? Sure we’ll help you look for them,” he starts joking. “We’re always ready to help naked women…”

The expression of his eyes suddenly makes me aware of my own looks. I’m wearing just denim shorts and a t-shirt, nothing really fancy or glamorous, but now I’m starting to regret it. I’d like one of these clinging sexy tops that hug your body that Eleyne says she always wears. I’d like to see admiration in his and Colin’s eyes (or knowing Colin’s preferences, I wish it were admiration, not curiosity).

(…)

Meet masters of sex or sex gods

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You already know, guys, what our female protagonists look like and hopefully their sex appeal inspires your imagination sufficiently. Now it’s time for a treat for the ladies who read this blog and are curious about these rockers that that are capable of bringing our heroines up in the arcane of sex while they only weep in ecstasy and ask for more.

Meet the Julian Twist. Sexier then hell, you couldn’t get them hotter if you set them on fire.

Enter Colin, the band’s front man. The tallest of the band, Colin is Yasmin’s crush. He’s a well built man with brown eyes, short blond hair and a few loop earrings in his ears. The hottest dream of Yasmin is to have certain intimacy with her crush when he’s clothed in sexy leather garments that accentuate his crotch really nicely. Oh my, she would really love to find out what he has for her inside those leather pants.

Eleyne has her eye on Tony, one of the twin axes of Julian Twist. She can’t stop fantasizing about this slender man with shoulder length messy brown hair with only a few highlights on the front.  Roguish seductiveness in his brown eyes combined with his hypnotizing  smile make her knees weak and pussy wet. However Eleyne’s a naughty girl with perverse appetite that just needs a right trigger to wake up, she just can’t  wait to put her dirty paws on Jim, the other axeman of the band.

Too bad for her, Melisa is on the possessive side and is not the one to share her crush, Jim, the sex symbol of the band, a slim man with long mane of blond curly hair and blue eyes. Mrrr, these blue eyes of his. You could drown in them. He also sports a naughty reputation of being a guy who can’t keep his pants up for 24 hours and shagging anything that moves and has a pussy.

Ted, the only man with a beard and a moustache in the band is Babette’s sweetheart. A not really tall guy, but Babette doesn’t mind, she’s not the tallest herself, anyway, height doesn’t really matter in bed, does it? Ted has long dark hair, as heavy metal fashion of the 80s dictated, dresses in denim and leather just like his band mates and has the softest brown eyes Babette has ever seen.

How does it sound to you, ladies? I know many women that wouldn’t say no to them if they suddenly appeared in their bedrooms. It certainly wouldn’t really matter for them that all these guys are not in their 30s anymore. They would lock the doors, throw away the keys and not let them out of bed… The only little snag is… most of them are in relationships…. And you know what men can be like, I don’t think they would approve of them taking a rocker lover.

Soooo… Are our recommendations enough to fuel your sexual fantasies and make you have wet erotic dreams later on at night?

Clitoral fantasies

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Have you ever noticed how fingers of all these virtuoso guitarists dance on fret boards? Skillful fingers, moving fast or slowly, knowing exactly where to press and how to do it to get a desired effect – to make a guitar weep in ecstasy. Don’t they make you wonder and fantasize? Weave sexual fantasies in your mind about what they could do with those nimble fingers of theirs on your clits… Fingers tapping, stroking, pulling, sliding up and down the strings. What if instead of strings  it were your pussy… ? Could they make your clit vibrate in pleasure just like strings of  guitars?

Additionally quite a lot of them are really fond of displaying their tongues and licking their guitars while playing and performing, and they do it deliberately. They want us, women, to think of how they can swirl them on our hot, wet pearls of pleasure. And I have to admit this approach is successful… At least for us… Does it work on you too and make you have sexual fantasies that make you burn in desire for these gorgeous, randy beasts of axe men?

Fragments of Chapter 1 (2), Hekate’s Passage, Part 1, Volume 1

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This is the continuation of the scene from this post.

“For me it’s the same, gals. Tony’s been and still is an extraordinarily hot guy. I would do him anytime…” I muse wantonly seeing him with the eyes of my imagination, seeing how he has been changing during all those years of his heavy-metal career. What has stayed the same is his captivating smile, and his brown eyes. As well as his figure. He’s always been very slim but not too tall. What kept on changing was his hairstyle, from shoulder length unruly dark hair, through long feathered and highlighted hair to the style he has now. Blond hair, reaching slightly below his shoulder and seemingly always messy… Well, and sure he has gained some wrinkles, but he only looks hotter with them.

Then I remember something and I share it with Yasmin and Melisa.

“Gals, have you heard of Belmondo?”

“Belmondo, Belmondo…” Melisa muses, “I think I heard his name… I just don’t remember where…”

Well, she’s American, so I’m not really too surprised she’s not too savvy about European culture. But Yasmin also seems to be raking her mind, and she finally says.

“I think I once saw a movie with him. Isn’t he an actor?”

“Yes, he’s a French actor,” I confirm and Melisa sighs.

“Now I know why this name has been nagging me, I’ve read about him… I didn’t see any movies with him though, ”  she adds as an afterthought.

“So, what about him?”

“Well, I read some gossip columns about him and it seems that even though he’s 78 now he still has a very young girlfriend. The girl is 35, mind you… So she’s more than twice younger than him…”

The gals whistle and Yasmin laughs. “Well, I wonder. Is he still …?” Here she hesitates, apparently not being able to phrase it delicately. I help her formulate her thought in a much cruder way.

“You wanted to ask if he can still get it up…? Well, if she’s not with him for the money and prestige then I suppose he has to. Women of this age start to have some needs that have to be taken care of. And they only start to grow then…”

They burst out laughing and I join them. When Yasmin manages to stop her giggles she utters. “Well, even if he can’t get it up I suppose that being French he has to know how to use his fingers and tongue… And has some experience to back him up…”

This bring more peals of laughter from us, when our wicked giggles subside I add. “You know, I used to laugh at all these jokes about ‘old lechers’ and young women, but now I just can’t… Not with Tony…”

“I can understand what you mean.” Yasmin sighs, “You want Tony too much to laugh at such silly jokes…”

“Exactly.” I nod my head, “I get completely wet just thinking what he could do with me… Damned, if he suddenly showed up here I’d do him even on these stones.”

“I imagine this could be a bit uncomfortable. The stones are cold and hard, but I understand it too well. If miracles happened and Jim turned up here as well, I wouldn’t hesitate a moment…” Melisa sighs.

We keep silent for a moment thinking about our respective crushes, then Yasmin suggests. “I can ask Babette about Belmondo, she’s French, so she must know about French actors. Let me text her.”

And she takes out her mobile phone to type a message to Babette. After a few minutes she receives a reply. “Babette confirms your gossip. She says her mum loves the actor and knows everything about him. She also says she has stuffed herself with painkillers and other medicines and she may join us when she feels better… and if she doesn’t feel so groggy…”

“Sure, the wine is certainly waiting for her,” I smile, “though I think we have already eaten most of the food.”

“She said she has ordered a pizza. And I’m not really sure if she should drink wine after all the medicines she took,” Yasmin answers then thinks for a moment. “Gals, but even putting thoughts about their ages aside, I still can only dream about putting my hands on Colin. He’s really inaccessible to me and to any other woman as well…”

She turns sad. And it’s true what she said… It looks like no matter how many women pine after him, none of them will ever get him.

We finish our meal in pensive silence; if I can guess well, Yasmin is thinking about Colin, and Melisa must be fantasizing about Jim, judging from her absent-minded expression. My mind keeps on spinning around hot scenarios centering on Tony, too.

With the food all finished, we continue with one more bottle of wine, and I decide to turn on some music – bring out the Ipod and start playing Julian Twist. We decide we want Protectors of the Belief… The music’s playing, our bodies are starting to sway, we are sipping our wine, and my thoughts are getting hotter and hotter. I can hear the music pulsing and throbbing through my body, and this burning feeling stirs in my lower abdomen; I can’t and don’t want to sit any more. I get up and start dancing. I can feel some strange power in me, growing, wanting more. As I dance I start to strip and the gals are staring at me. I ask them.

“Don’t you feel it? This place makes me feel so feminine and powerful; it’s filling me up with energy.”

They look at me in a strange way, but I can see they can feel the same strange emotion, too. Melisa joins me in the dance and she strips while dancing, too. Now each of us celebrates one anothers’ femininity, all swaying to the beat of seductive, sensual Julian Twist music that we all love so much.  It almost feels as if we were calling them with our minds and bodies to join us in this crazy dance…

Who are they?

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Those of you who have ever fantasized about a steamy encounter with a rocker probably wonder who our book is about. Those of you who are rockers may be wondering as well as to who got lucky to be chosen. And I’ll tell you, our chosen protagonists are inspiring indeed. They make us dream wet and wild as no other men ever have done. Our imagination and wishes have made them our sexual heroes, prodigal in their bed skills, capable of making women soar in ecstasy they have never yet experienced… Sounds flattering to you, guys? I hope it does.  I’d like you all to envy them… 😉

So, who are these men that make our senses reel and imagination run in frenzy? Well, there are quite a lot of rock and heavy metal bands that started back in the 70s. And quite a lot of them had really hot guys as their members. Just look at a few of them:

british bands

They look yummy, don’t they? Pieces of delicious cake to be devoured by sexually starved girl fans lusting after and inspired not only by their music. Well, we do mention in the blurb that the band is British, but are we saying the truth? Or is it just a ruse to conceal the real identity of our heroes? After all, American rock and heavy metal bands of that time were also hot as hell. Another snapshot:

american bands

And all these are just a tip of an iceberg. European rock and heavy metal bands of the 80s had also very appetizing members who could inspire a lot os sexual fantasies 😛

Well, I’ll let you wonder then who our divine heroes may really be…

PS. I hope none of these images holds any copyright on them, if they do, let me know and I’ll change them.