The Rock Star - Erotic Short Story

By Vanessa Salt

"I bet you stayed awake all night looking at pictures of me online," Ryan hissed into the back of her neck. His breath was warm. She trembled...Fredrika decides to join her boyfriend Jonathan at a rock concert, after seeing a poster of the band, which makes her notice the lead singer, rock god Ryan Taylor. The whole night before the concert, she sleeplessly watches YouTube clips of him and longs for him. He is the most gorgeous man she has ever seen. At the concert she makes it to the front. She and Jonathan got separated in the crowd. When Fredrika manages to catch Ryan's eye in the crowd, only she and he exist... Who is he really, away from the stage?-

• Language: English
• Publisher: LUST
• Release date: Nov 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9788726304961

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Vanessa Salt

The Rock Star – Erotic Short Story

Lust

The Rock Star - Erotic Short Story

Translated by

Martin Reib Petersen

Cover image: Shutterstock

Copyright © 2019 Vanessa Salt and LUST

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ISBN: 9788726304961

1. E-boksutgåva, 2019

Format: EPUB 3.0

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The Rock Star

Do I have to come?

  No, but I would like it if you did. Please?

  Fredrika Grip sighed, held on to the safety bar on the subway, and grabbed the poster that her boyfriend Jonathan Hansen handed her. She made an effort to look nonchalant, but there was something that caught her interest.

  Or rather, someone.

  Four men with far too much hair were posing in front of a black background. One of them absolutely incinerated her with his gaze. The man was standing in the middle, with a microphone in his hand, looking like a young Brad Pitt dressed like a heavy rocker. Completely gorgeous. He looked as if he was 40-something. Fredrika felt warm between the legs. He was the absolute pinnacle of sexy, in spite of the rivets, the leather jacket and the pierced eyebrow. In spite of the war paint all over his face. Or perhaps because of it? She felt as if she got drawn into those intense eyes. Hot black whirls. He came to life in front of her. He desired her. Fredrika felt on fire. The subway air felt scorching in her lungs, and the safety bar felt as if it were burning the palm of her hand. Her gaze was drawn to his hand. The thumb in his