#almost famous

"You wanna feel the world baby?"

Her warm sweaty forehead pressed against yours like grounding force. Her eyes looked like they knew everything one needed to know in life as she dissected the flashes of surrender in yours.

Cw| early 70s au, almost famous inspired, LSD but poetic, scissoring, eating out, smut, squirting, Ellie's a morally grey rock guitarist, dub con bc of drugs? idk, intoxication kink, biting, like a second of choking, loss of virginity but its briefly mentioned, lsd would most likely not be a fun trip while having sex but a girl can dream!!

I wrote this drunk while watching almost famous idk if any of it makes sense tbh

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It was late in the afternoon when you woke up in a bed that wasn't your own. It was on the seventh floor of a nice hotel turned seedy with the current guests who paid big money to live like small people. A notorious hotel that couldn’t be happier with heavy pockets for housing the best artists the generation could offer- even if the world didn't know it yet.

The room was trashed. Not a drop of liquor or cigarette left behind.

The midday sun burst through the cracks of the blinds. No sign of the sweet but slightly ditzy girl you followed here the night before. Your small pleather train case holding your belongings sat open on the floor amidst the wreckage of the night.

Clothes were thrown over lampshades that had been burning bright for hours. Stumbling through thrown pillows and trash while licking your lips and blinking your eyes out of sleep, you opened the door to the hallway.

A sudden quietness in the once chaotic and loud hotel made you feel unsettled. At first you poked your head out in curiosity to near silence, then you shut the door behind you. Bare feet and still dressed in your pjs as you searched for a familiar face- any familiar face.

Doors were open like a public invitation along the narrow hall, but it was obvious the buzzing chaos from the night before had died out into a fizz.

Peering in some of the rooms, you saw people passed out wherever their bodies landed. A few half dressed and slouched over with smoke being passed around droopy heads. You tried not stare; still fresh as daisy to this life.

"Hey." A voice called out.

You paused, feet just a few steps ahead of a room on your nearest side. The slightly rough but still feminine voice drawing you backwards. Lingering in front of the room as you turned around, you cautiously took in the scene. And so did she.

You had on cotton baby doll jammies. Floral and naive in a way that made the girl laugh at you, not with you. Gathered bloomers that were hidden just below your top. White polyester lace decorating the hems.

Playing with the edge, body sulking by the wooden door frame, you scanned the room in front of you. 

There were four people and one passed out on the floor between the coffee table and sofa that you couldn't even see. Everyone was so relaxed, or maybe just at different levels of fucked up.

Lazily waiting for the end of something. Like they had been marinating in a sea of booze- and maybe other paraphernalia- for days on end. Forming a composition that couldn’t be disturbed by the outside world.

Drum sticks rapped against a random surface with no real intention. A barely audible record played, fighting against the audio of the tv tuned to a random channel. Large gaudy lamps dimmed a low amber glow as the thick window drapes were pulled tightly shut. This room was a lot more extravagant than yours. At least, maybe it was before these people rolled in. Now everything looked like a grimy tour bus that screamed do not disturb.

She stared nonchantly in a way that didn’t make you feel like you were being watched. The invisible gaze abling her to dissect your stiff body language no one else cared to do a double take at- or too strung out to notice.

Fingers still lazily plucked nonsense chords quietly against her black edged guitar that burst into a monarch orange in the middle. 

She knew you weren't like the others who wandered through here. And you did too- despite how much you tried to fit in. But something wasn't quite broken yet. hadn’t broken you yet.

So you stuck to the outside, heart beating in your throat. Anxious lump in your chest. Not quite sure where you were supposed to enter into the picture- or why that familiar hypnotic voice even called out.

Until your eyes met hers. 

Ellie Williams. Guitarist to Sweet Spring, a band working on their third- and highly anticipated- album.

One of those groups that one day might reach legend status if they could keep it up, but right now didn't take anything too seriously.

Swinging in a wicker egg shaped chair hanging from the ceiling, she wiggled the cigarette between her lips up and down. Her eyes were slightly red with dark green enters as she eye you up and down.

The chain from the ceiling lightly clanked as she sat up in the swing the right way. Then she nodded to the floor in front of her. Fingers plucking her cigarette to exhale a cloud of smoke to the ceiling, “Come here.”

Walking into the thick hazy room like you had been there before, you sat a safe distance in front of her.

Her legs were spread wide in medium washed denim that faded around stress points like she never took them off.

Almost obscenely she was sitting as you sat with your eyes directly level to her crotch. A leather bracelet was tied around her wrist. Her tanned chest peaked out of her thin linen button up shirt.

The one she always had pushed up to her elbows. The one that had not two or three, but four buttons undone and billowed around her small frame. The one that clung to the silhouette of her bare breasts because she refused to wear a bra.

Ashing her cigarette in a ceramic dish on top of a random tv tray being used as a side table, she made you wait. And for some reason you listened to the silent command.

Feeling like a trained disciple, ready to spread whatever gospel she was preaching, you waited until she spoke. She shifted her closest companion in her lap, the leather strap practically disintegrating as it hung on her shoulder.

“Hey, what do you think of this?” She spoke like she already knew you; getting straight to business like she was waiting for some poor soul to trap with her musical experiments.

Ellie’s fingers bought the guitar to life before you could even introduce yourself. The snippet she played was unpolished and raw, standing alone as the back bone of a song. Hollow and pure art. Something you couldn't just hear, but had to feel.

You tucked your legs underneath your bottom, leaning forwards and scooting your knees against the carpet like a charmed snake. Watching her face concentrate with unsung beauty and completely forgetting to listen with a critical ear. Her head shook along with each chord strung together.

It couldn’t be helped the way you admired her- everything she did was so effortless. So charming.

Her thick eyebrows creased together as she played. Lips red and pink with a sharp bow, slightly pouting in thought. Her fingers flexing as she held her marbled pick with precision. Creating a sound that was poignant and ringing crystal clear in the stuffy room.

Sure she looked like this on the magazines record stores stocked; sounded just like all the studio recordings in your collection. But in real life, it was a whole new experience.

This felt private, personal. And it was all in the span of 40 seconds. An annoyed groan pulled from a deep sleep echoed through the room as someone rolled against the sofa, "Knock that shit off Ellie."

You looked behind you to see where the voice was coming from, not to speak of course, but to gauge the temperature of the room which proved to be tense. For you at least.

Ellie laughed like she wasn't sorry at all. Then her hand twisted your face to meet hers by your chin.

She looked at you with expectations, a silent test. Lips curling wickedly as your eyes clouded with still wonder and you let yourself be pliant in her grasp.

She had found a new toy.

Her hand left your skin when she was confident she had your attention. You licked your lips and swallowed some nerves that just went straight to your stomach. Sticking to every inch of your throat on their way down.

“It’s beautiful.” You whispered.

Ellie huffed a quiet laugh as she spoke, like she didn’t just serenade you intimately in a full room, “Yea? I knew I liked you.”

Ellie’s ego liked you. She didn't even know you.

Her hand ruffled your bed head condescendingly. You felt like a puppy at her feet; protected by her in the open room, obedient to her next move.

"You know," She held a single finger up to your face an squinted her eyes like she had a sudden realization, although she had been plotting it since you walked past the room, "You look like someone who would appreciate real music."

She dropped her guitar to the floor as you ran through a thousand responses in your head- none of them sounding good enough for the Ellie Williams.

Then she rested her thumb against your chin as she whispered sweetly, "You wanna come with me? Somewhere private?”

Ellie winked with a short look at the others as she leaned in.

She was closer now, abrasively close. Fingers tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. You nodded dumbly. Not really knowing just what she meant, or where she was taking you, but knowing this was the exact situation you dreamed of all those nights thumbing through your collected records of bands like Cream, Pink Floyd, and most obsessively; Sweet Spring.

And so desperately you wanted to be immersed in Ellie's idea of real music. So you nodded your head, basking in her warm approval. Letting her pull you up off the short piled carpet floor.

Trailing behind her hand in hand as she led you to a door closed in secrecy from the center of the hotel room. Whistles and hollers erupted from the few left behind.

She held the door open, pushing you in by your lower back as you looked to her for comfort, but finding her grinning eyes staring beyond your head.

Drumsticks and hands burst into celebration of her conquest like a raging battle chant as Ellie slammed the door shut behind her with a small smirk. You faintly heard someone shouting curses- probably the same person passed out on the sofa who seemed to dislike Ellie’s guitar.

You fidgeted nervously, cheeks heating up innocently at the thought of everyone knowing you would be laying bare and violated behind the closed door if this went where you thought it was going.

And that's how you ended up. Settled on her bed as she sat across from you. Brewing with the anxious presence of a fifteen year old who had never been in the opposite sex's room before.

Except you were a barely twenty-three year old. Who'd never been in a rock guitarist's hotel hideout before- let alone the opposite sex's room.

Her warm sweaty forehead pressed against yours like a grounding force. Her eyes looked like they knew everything one needed to know in life as she dissected the flashes of surrender in yours.

She leans forwards teasing a kiss, just a brush of your lips without ever letting you grasp it. You were parted though. Ready for when she did.

"You wanna feel the world baby?"

Staring into her hypnotizing gaze, you swallowed all protests in your throat as she patiently waited for a response to her confusing riddle.

Wordlessly, you nodded your head bound by her hands pressed against your cheeks. They pushed with possession, control.

Maybe if you weren't so drunk on giving in to that feeling, you would've noticed the slight nudge up and down she helped you answer with. The- possibly coerced- response pleased her once again. The edges of her wet teeth peaked underneath her slow smile like she was ready to lunge.

A small piece of what looked like perforated paper printed with a black spade materialized in front of your eyes.

While letting you gaze at the foreign drug twisting between her pointer and middle finger, her eyes held something charming and consuming. Watchful and focused; like a voyeur. All shrouded in a dark green veil.

It looked unassuming- just a piece of scrap paper.

For all you knew it was akin to a temporary tattoo. Or one of those sugar candies you buy at the dime store. But she treated it like it was the answer to all of life's problems. Holding it carefully like a precious stone. Waving it in front of your face like she was still deciding if you were worthy enough of it.

"What is that?" You whispered hesitantly.

Ellie let out a small hmpf, entertained by the innocent question.

"Don't worry your pretty mind about it. Do you want to feel good?"

Her thumb grazed the top of your cheek bone. Back and forth. Lovingly in a way that would normally make you ask; what are we? But this wasn’t the place or the person for that question.

After a slight pause, you nodded your head again. Ellie smiled. You liked when she smiled.

"Open." She whispered like soft honey. All persuasion and no sweetness. She tapped your lips lightly with the paper.

And on command, your mouth opened. A thin layer of wet spit sticking to the insides of your lips. Tongue rolling out slow, hesitating as it sensed an unknown risk of danger beyond Ellie.

Your jaw ached with a day and night's worth of anxiety as you pried it apart wide. And ever so carefully, she placed the small tablet on your tongue. The pad of her finger pressing it down against the dead center of your wet muscle to watch it dissolve.

Her fingers pushed your jaw back together, thumb brushing against the seam of your lips as if to seal them tight.

Then she laid you down against her bed; like one of those fairytales where the princess enters a deep sleep.

And for a moment, her body caged yours- just until your back hit the bed. You heard the rustling of the thick duvet and sheets crush underneath your weight. And your heartbeat peaked to a steep mountain.

Your head rested on the white cotton hotel pillows. Palms slightly sweating with a tight grip on the blanket as you realized this was it; Any second now you would give up your virginity to Ellie.

She looked into your eyes.

Then she left.

Leaving you lying on her bed. The paper tab dissolving in your mouth with a foreign sensation, a slight bitterness. And maybe that should have been a warning. Maybe that was your first sign that a world of heart break could’ve been prevented as you laid alone on the bed, something intoxicating flowing through your system. But you hung on to it.

Pulse falling, but not yet flatlining. Eyes still looking around for what was supposed to come next. What she would do next.

By all accounts, this was when you were supposed to be taken. Undressed. Unnerved. Peeled opened. But she just pulled away.

You waited in anticipation of something you couldn't even comprehend as she sat on the edge of the bed. Legs wide and feet planted on the ground as she popped a Lucky strike from her back pocket between her lips. A strike of a lighter clicked in the air.

The flame bent and wavered with obedience.

Cupping a careful hand around the silver engraved lighter and bringing it close to the end dangling from her mouth, she lit the cigarette aflame.

Nothing was happening.

You weren't feeling the world yet like she promised. She walked to the busted stereo system against the wall while inhaling a healthy dose of nicotine. Lines started to blur at that moment. Nothing was really happening. Then suddenly everything was happening.

One second you were staring at the ceiling. Blinking slightly wet lashes. Then the next blink shifted time completely.

The sudden change was abrupt and alarming. Making your chest heave up and down with quick breaths like you couldn’t escape your own body.

Walls started to run like melting liquid. Colors turned eclectic like a magic mosaic. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Ellie morph like a shadow across the room. And it all bled into every empty crevice of your existence.

Outside of the trip you laid boneless against the bed. Hands dead next your head like you were surrendering.

Ellie could see it kick in as she looked over her shoulder. An open two fold vinyl perched in one hand. The other plucking her cigarette so she could blow a stream of smoke into the air past her chapped lips.

She dropped the needle on the record. Completely sober. Zeroing in on the prey in her bed.

A faded green tapestry blanket curled around you.

A heavy presence crawled up your body.

A small silver cross necklace with minuscule silver beads dangled over your eyes in tens with a soft halo of extraordinary colors. The beginning of She’s So Heavy from their second album played in your ear drums like it had never played before.

A sharp piercing guitar and an anticipatory low drum igniting something hot in your core.

You gasped, fingers lifting up to dance with the swaying beads. Something on the tip of your brain being close to discovered, but it was fleeting. 

"Ellie?"

"How you feeling baby?' Ellie whispered. So softly, but it was jarring. Hitting you like a thousand bricks. She smelled of stale smoke.

Her voice was so pretty. It bloomed over your skin like a summer sun shower. The weight of her body pushed you down against all layers of her bed and straight into the floor. You felt light. Free. Falling. You never answered her.

Ellie smirked against the goosebump covered skin of your neck. Choosing to prod you again with a faux merciful voice, she left slow kisses against your throat between words, "Hm? You feel good?"

Her words softy landed against your windpipe. Her two middle fingers moved against your temple to brush back a strand of hair. Your eyes were dilated. You were gone.

Your body felt like it was teetering on the edge of something grand, heavy weighted on one end and then suddenly the other. Tipsy in her arms even though you laid cemented underneath her.

She pushed your baby doll top up slowly, gathering it in her slim hands and letting it scrunch against your chest. She gazed at the round lift of your breast. Exposing two buds that hardened with overwhelmed nerves.

Two gentle but heavy hands wrapped around your rib cage. It was a cold unexpected touch.

But the pads of her fingers were hot. Like a burning fever clamping to your body. The core between your legs felt cold and wet.

She kissed the side of your breast. The room shimmered with a hazy rainbow. 

Lips wrapped around your tit. They sucked and grazed with blunt teeth edges.

The wild drawn out cries from the record harmonized with your moans reacting to so little. Brass cymbals rang in the air with a low fidelity from the scratchy cheap pressing.

A mix of raw voices singing in animalistic and erotic tones that made parents across America sweat with fear caused your eyes to dart around the room as if you could see the physical manifestation of each one.

This was the sleazy drug induced life Ellie lived that your tight collared parents condemned every family dinner when you asked for record store money. And if they only knew how spiritual sleazy felt .

Meanwhile, something classical melted into your skin. Something that felt timeless and in tune to the way your body moved for her. A touch that normally indicated love and the act of being seen that was truly anything but that.

Her guitar poured straight out of her mouth as she sucked around your perked up bud. The edge of her teeth scraped like something sharp breaking against you.

It plucked at your skin like a tightly strung string.

All the sensations of what felt like a dozen wet lips lapped at pulse points scattered around your languid body. You could see each of them sparking with color in the air. Against the colorful hotel ceiling. Like little atoms bursting with a crackle as she kissed each one.

She closed her hands against yours. Leaning up to kiss you slow and sloppy with last night's bourbon still coating her teeth and tongue. Her mouth worked skillfully against your still and stuttering lips.

You cried into it. Eyes closing into darkness as your chest developed a keen awareness of all five senses. Touch and taste becoming muddled with sight and hearing in a way that made you feel cosmic.

With lust taking over, she pulled apart urgently to tug her shirt above her head.

Then with heavy pants she landed back against you. Body rocking yours. Her chest compressing against your lungs.

She was so warm. Warm skin. Warm lips. Radiating heat like the California sun.

She was sinking. Lower and lower. Disappearing from your field of awareness but her lips still haunting your body. Pressing messy on your stomach. Just above your belly button. Hovering with soft breaths against your hip before sucking harshly against the bone.

She was just as erotic as she was on stage. A quiet but threatening presence as she preformed. Commanding attention and consuming it like she was starved.

There was no touch between your legs yet, just a pulsing ache, but she felt you crumble in her hands already. A pumped up heart with adrenaline already making something slick and sweet pool past your folds for attention.

Pulling your bloomers down half way, breath fanned your skin with prickles that felt like sharp pins. Your heels dug into the bed as she came closer to discovering you fully.

You squirmed underneath her kisses. Toes curling and stomach sucking in as she gently rolled down the elastic of your bloomers all the way past your thighs.

Ellie reveled in the feel of the soft floral cotton under her fingertips. It made the afternoon delight feel all the dirtier; a reminder that she shouldn't be coercing such a pretty young fan into her bed. But why not enjoy perks like these when devoting one's life to the art of music? She certainly had the ego to fuel it.

Cold air clung to your skin as she exposed your cunt from your cheeky bloomers. Dry knuckles brushed against your hip bone and the inside of your thighs. Leaving no inch of skin go untouched, her hands cascaded up and down your body.

With no underwear for her to pocket, a neatly maintained bush laid before her. She nestled her nose against it, pushing until she met soft plush skin. Breathing in the distant scent of clean soap and the pungent smell of sex and need.

Her tongue flattened around the edges of your short curls before it drew up into a light touch with just the tip.

You started to see unruly curls reminiscent of your own growing all around her head and body as she buried herself deeper. Flowering around the two of you like a thick garden wall. A vision of ecstasy. Iron gates of paradise that welcomed her inside.

Your legs wrapped around her back with your thighs clamping shut around her head, then they thrashed back against the bed before digging your heels back into her skin like you were on fire.

As your body uncomfortably squirmed to displace all the pleasure being pumped through you, she just continued to kitten lick around your cunt. Loving the way you didn’t know how to move with her. Loving the way you took it anyways.

The melodic riff of her guitar in the backtrack danced in your vision. Your body breathed in time with the rhythm as she touched you. You could feel the blood racing through every vessel inside your ears; rushing to each impacted spot on your skin.

The most beautiful poetry rolled off her tongue as she buried the tip shallow between your folds. Then it pushed past your entrance. Letting its self in through two velvety walls where only she had been before. Burrowing words of divine knowledge deep into your bones with the delivery of a blessing.

She pulled away with glistening lips, filling the small gap in your entrance with a single finger sliding all the way in. No warning or hesitancy. Just the full length buried to the knuckle. It shook your body. The perverted gaze in her still eyes as she watched you swallow her whole shook your existence.

You were soft and warm. All contracting walls that beat against her intruding finger.

A whine pulled from the back of your throat at the intrusion. Clenching tightly around her as she added another and stretched them apart to peer at the gape they created.

Moans hiccuped through the back of your throat. Your feet slid with no traction. And maybe Ellie was pushing it too much- she had the empathy at times to realize that. Sometimes.

She pulled one out, leaving just the single finger embedded deep. Letting you adjust to the sensation. Then continued to lap at you just like before. Soft, slow.

This was a whole new level of understanding, of enlightenment. Every time you had put on her records before now had been demoted to sounding flat. One dimensional.

It would never compare to this experience again.

You cried for her, slurred confusion drawing her attention and opening her eyes from concentration. Pleasure hit you from the inside and out all at the same time. Cries to be heard, to be comforted, echoed in the room.

She didn’t talk to you anymore than she needed to though. Didn't offer comfort or charming words. There was no reason to now that she had you pliant and shaking. Just offering a hand that squeezed your hip with calloused pads.

Every touch reverberated through your body like an echo of a bass drum in an empty stadium. Like you were trudging through mud and slowly drowning in the looming threat of suffocation.

Green eyes peered up at you under long curled lashes. Translucent colors of the rainbow flashed slowly across her face. You gasped and twisted your satisfied expression with your mouth hanging open at the jaw. Your eyes didn’t even meet hers, you were calling for her towards the ceiling- searching for her against the walls.

Light as air, your body floated above the mattress as she circled lazily around your tensing clit. Slow and ascending towards the ceiling the pleasure pulled you.

Her tongue curled and waved back and forth with a delicate touch- wet and covered with your slick. Then flattening wide and firm. 

She pulled back your hood to expose you, pushing further and further how much she could break you with your own sensitivity. Sucking and bitting while moaning against you like she was just as fucked up herself.

You didn’t know what was coming next as a whole new world bloomed beyond the lush gates towering over the garden of your bodies.

And then she tested the waters again, curling her finger upwards. Stroking in tight circles that set a striking heat up your spine. Her lips smacked wet and obscenely before resting still around your clit with a lazy suck every once in a while- all of her concentration funneled to her finger.

She was warm. And soft.

You couldn't even warn her as you spilled abruptly. Warm and full. Satisfaction wrecking through your body.

Truthfully, you didn't even know your orgasm had happened. But your body knew as it reacted like it was being burned alive. Arching up into the air and retreating back against the pillows only to be pinned and pulled back down by two heavy hands.

Your chest jumped with heaving breaths as a realization dawned on you.

She wasn't stopping.

You started to feel smaller and smaller as she continued to lick around your twitching clit. Shrinking into her sheets that melted into a black shadow around your limbs. Pinned in place like a butterfly that was being dissected and mounted on canvas.

Crying like your consciousness was being pulled down inside your empty body and right back through the tight velvety walls she delved her tongue against. Like you were becoming part of her. 

Discovering her from the inside out. And you believed the vision so faithfully; It was so vividly profound the way you felt her. It was eye opening the way she suspended you in a state of pleasure and discomfort at the same time.

Then suddenly it all turned rotten. One lick too much. One curl too harsh. You had no more to give. Writhing in her grasp to levitate the white hot burn, but you were completely fused to her tongue.

You spoke for the first time, dry lips parting to stutter the first syllables of her name before pushing forwards a large cry for her attention, "Stop! Stop!"

A sudden paranoia coursed through your chest. Then a wall burst, a loud unashamed moan pulling deep and raw. It was swallowed by the shut door and thrown softly into the room next over.

Liquid gushed. Your face burned hot. Ellie groaned into you as you squirted in bursts with shameful whimpers.

She wasn’t even moving as fast or as rough as she could- still mindful enough to know the pleasure would be enhanced ten fold by your inebriated state of mind. But she wasn’t expecting this.

Despite not being all there, you knew something was wrong. The second release felt different than the first. It was too wet, too free of your own control as you let out a gush of liquid.

You started to babble, slurring apologies as trains of thoughts carrying epiphanies clashed together in a bad wreck.

Ellie couldn't really understand you- it was complete gibberish. A animalistic cry; words full of emotions that didn't correlate at all. She pushed off you, giving your poor hardened clit a break. Looking at the wet puddle on the bed as she breathed heavy for air.

A voice called out to you from beyond the gates of short curls and flowers interrupting your vision, “Breathe baby.” 

The soothing words echoed back and forth between your ears. Your vision narrowed into a tunnel. Each shallow breath taking you down and down from a high.

You could hear the air enter your mouth. The oxygen being carried all through out your body. Every particle and atom in the air. Parching your lips dry as a bone as you exhaled it all back out. 

"I know, I know." Ellie soothed against your neck. Her chin and lips were wet with nectar and cum. They pressed to mark claim against your neck.

She tried to wait. She really did- but she was leaking something bad. Something that demanded for relief. She gave you barely forty seconds. A few kisses.

"Can you be good for me one last time?" She murmured against your skin with temptation, "You want to make me feel good too, yeah?"

You dumbly nodded your head in agreement. Voice failing to speak and even if you did, it would come out cracked and hoarse.

“Yea. You do. Such a good girl for me.” Ellie rasped with her eyes closed and her lips nibbling at your ear.

Bare breasts no bigger than your palm swayed above your head as she pulled off of you. The flushed paleness of her skin below tan lines looked as smooth as marble. The dusty pink buds of her chest entranced your eyes as she pulled out her belt, unbuttoned her jeans, and slid the zipper down its heavy metal track.

Denim rustled to the ground.

Two familiar hands pinned your legs up in a stretch that woke every muscle in your body. Something wet and warm nestled between your legs as you licked your lips repeatedly like a dog soothing itself. Ellie towered above you.

A bush of dark, curly, unruly hair brushed against your skin. She wrapped your wrists together with one hand and held them above your head.

She rocked her hips back and forth. Her stomach folding in on its self as she arched forwards into your heat. 

“Fuck.”

She grunted and groaned.

Both of you lost in a daze as she used you to get off. Used your warm slick to glide with ease. Used your twitching clit to rub against hers.

Suddenly everything you envisioned in the room faded into a consuming soreness. The garden gates locked shut and vanished. Curls that you once saw her face nestled in-between wilted like dying flowers. And four silhouettes of Ellie merged and split back and forth with cyan and chartreuse halos right before your eyes. 

She didn't even look like the Ellie you knew anymore. Just a spiritual presence that invaded your mind. A feeling. A wild seedy beat.

Her head tipped back, soft groans filling the room like a solid mass. she pushed her hips just the way she needed- rough and sloppy.  She let go to pull your legs apart, fingers digging into your calf for relief.

Your hands immediately protested against her chest, palms colliding with her small perky breasts and stuttering before residing on her shoulders with a harsh grasp. She didn’t even budge.

She groaned low and rugged as your nails sank into her skin.

Tangles in your hair caught the sweaty sticky layer of your skin pressed into her bed and pulled a dull ache against your head. She handled you with a growing roughness- like she was losing something in herself at the way you fought and lost against your own composure.

Her hips moved faster and shorter as she chased the burning end tail of an orgasm. The muscles in her toned back flexed under her thin skin.

Her round slim nose nudged into the side of your neck. Long auburn locks fell against your face. It was too much. Too wet, too euphoric. It spilled out of you and overflowed over your body.

Then she bit down. Teeth sinking into the dip between your shoulder and neck. You cried abruptly until the burn settled into a dull ache.

Tiny choked whimpers rested on the curved edges of your quivering lips.

Your head rolled to the side as you took what she gave you. Eyes zoning in at the window covered with ugly brown shades that turned in just enough to give a sliver of the sky.

The sun rose. The sun held high. The sun fell. She pushed against you. The sun went away. The moon bleed into the sky. The moon faded. She ground her hips directly on top of your clit. The sun rose.

Everything moved on without you. Like clogs in a well oiled machine. The pleasure of sex and the freedom of time blended divinely in your soul.

Your hand clamped around the back of her neck, pushing up under the short ends of hair that tapered into slight curls. You had no awareness or shame for how loud you were being. But you would know the next day when you walked out to sly smirks and voyeuristic eyes.

The record had ended.

The needle butted backwards and forwards as the vinyl spun on, but you could still hear it vividly as if it played on. All the sounds of every song harmonizing into one chaotic story. Hearing the minuscule notes her fingers made pushing against each nickel plated string. 

Ellie groaned and gripped your wrist with a bruising hold against the bed. She held so tightly as she followed her orgasm through the end that her short nails left crescent indents into your skin.

It wasn’t enough though. Her other hand wrapped around your throat- possibly too reckless to pull on someone tripping for the first time. But she needed it.

“Fuck, take it. Take it.” She spit harshly with each grind.

Her release pooled between her folds, coating your previous release with a fresh coat of wetness as she settled down against you. It wasn’t a tight grip that stole your breath, but a collar that claimed.

You panicked a little, eyes widening and whimpers for mercy getting caught in her palm.

Her body rocked so hard into yours that it shook the bed with a creak. Bed frame hitting the wall until the fast fucking turned into a slow cradle.

Then she stilled. Occasionally jerking her hips to make sure it was all out of her system. Panting with warm breath against your jaw line before kissing the edge like she remembered you were still here. You nestled back into her mouth, eyes closing like they couldn't possibly witness anymore.

Satisfied, she rolled off you. Back falling heavy against the pillows and legs wide open with no modesty as she reached to the bedside table. Finding her pack of smokes and her discarded lighter to light up yet another vice.

You stayed where she molded you. Staring at the wavering ceiling as her mahogany guitar faded into a light hum. Dumbed into submission. A small smile lazily dwindling into a slack jaw.

Lifting your hand to feel the tension that was still wrapped around your neck, you retraced the exact spot her fingers pushed against.

With her focus on lighting on a cigarette, Ellie glanced over at you. Watching your toes lift and curl in the air like it was the only motion you could muster. Like a newborn discovering the world for the first time.

She smiled to herself with pride and tossed her lighter. Pulling you into her side and draping her arm across the pillows as she breathed out a cloud of smoke into the room.

You listened to her heartbeat. Watched colors still whirl in the room like ripples in water. Counting the time by how long it took her to finish a cigarette. Letting your body fill itself with knowledge you could never recite later.

And for hours you stayed like that. Even after Ellie had drifted off to sleep. And when Ellie woke up a few hours later.

Sleepy grogginess in her throat as she was ready for round two when she pressed her back to your chest and fingered you to a quick release. And round three, when she pushed you down under the coverers and rode your tongue despite your worries of inexperience.

Fucking you dry until she had finally depressed you into the bed with a deep sleep.

When you woke up the LSD was gone from your system.

PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN as Lester Bangs

.☘︎ ݁˖ you just go to the record store

and visit your friends ˚˖. 𓍢ִ໋ 🚍 ❀