In the summer of 2009, my band embarked on our first headline club tour, playing almost every Friday and Saturday for 5 weeks, including a major German festival. We had been together for 2 years and were starting to build a name for ourselves and an online following. I was recently single.

A week after my adventure in Newcastle with the beautiful dreadlocked Theadora, the band arrived in Northampton, a large town in the East Midlands. We arrived very early. Soundcheck had gone well, and I, the keyboard player, Ant, and sound engineer Si had gone for a wander into the town centre.

As we had on many occasions before, we would chat to any alternative-looking people we saw and tell them about that night's gig. I had freshly dyed, bright red hair and was full of confidence after the amazing night at the previous gig in Newcastle. I felt like I was 3 inches taller than normal. For someone who has learnt to portray confidence when he has very little, this was a nice feeling.

We spoke to several groups. Many of whom said they would give the gig a try. We then found a group of 4 girls and 2 guys, looking a mix of metal and emo, one of the emo-looking girls had black hair with a heavy fringe, dressed in a little black dress with a slim figure, seemed particularly interested, and I realised after way too long a delay, that I was being flirted with.

She introduced herself as a 22-year-old student called Michelle. She was extremely cute, and I whispered in her ear that if she dragged her friends to the show and asked for me at the door, I would let her in for free. She practically squealed with excitement and promised to do her best. We chatted for another ten minutes and then wandered off in search of more potential customers.

As we were heading back to the club, we passed two Goth girls sitting in the window of a restaurant. I had to run back; one was a very pretty redhead, the other was simply gorgeous.

Taller than me, I guessed in her mid-twenties, with long black hair with white and blue streaks at the front, loads of tattoos and piercings. She was absolutely beautiful.

I tried to sound relaxed as I explained who we were and about the gig that night. She introduced herself as Charlii and said she was not sure she could make it, but was the manager of the local tattoo and piercing shop and would be happy to put a stack of flyers on the counter. I thanked her and said I hoped she could come down for the show.

As we walked back to the club, I said, “I think I am in love. She was so fucking beautiful.”

“How many girls do you want? I thought you liked Michelle.” Laughed Ant.

“Michelle is cute as hell, but Charlii, wow! Anyway, I am single for the first time in years, who says I can’t enjoy myself!” I said, we returned to the venue amid a chorus of laughter.

The venue had been open for an hour and was getting busy when I spotted Michelle and her friends coming up the stairs. I walked over, and she hugged me, saying “Hi,” in an excited voice.

“I am glad you came, but you should have asked for me. I said I would let you in for free,” I said.

“I don’t mind,” she said with a cute smile.

“Well, let me buy you a drink instead,” I said and led her over to the bar.

We continued chatting, and it was obvious she was flirting with me. We stood with her friends to watch the support band. A few songs in, she kissed me, hesitantly but passionately. I put my arms around her and watched a few more songs.

I then told Michelle it was nearly stage time and I was going to grab a drink and head backstage to change. “I will see you after the show,” I said.

I headed to the bar and ordered a Jack and Coke and a bottle of beer.

“She is cute, but a bit young for you, don’t you think?” said a voice behind me.

The voice belonged to Charlii, the sexy girl from the restaurant who was now standing next to me, with her pretty redhead friend grinning behind her.

“You came,” I said with a smile, instantly annoyed with myself for making such an obvious statement. “What are you drinking?” I added in the hope of redemption.

“Jack Daniels, please,” she answered with a smile. She was wearing the same short, off-the-shoulder black dress she had been wearing in the restaurant, but had now added a PVC corset over the top. I could see a range of tattoos on her arms and at the top of her thighs above her stockings, and I found myself wondering how much more of her body was tattooed.

Finally, processing her opening comment, I spluttered. “Oh, you mean Michelle, yes, I met her earlier, she seems sweet.”

“I know her, she comes into my shop regularly, nice girl, but you need a woman.” She said with a cheeky smile. The comment made her friend raise her eyebrows and giggle. Charlii looked at her and could not help but laugh. It crossed my mind that they had obviously been drinking before coming to the club.

“Well, I am very pleased you came. I have to go and get ready now, but I hope to see you after our set,” I said, passing her the drink and passing another to her friend. I started to walk away.

As I left, I heard her say, “You will!” I looked back, and she blew me a kiss. I wondered how much of her confidence was real and how much was the alcohol. My heart was racing, partly due to nerves and partly due to this stunning beauty who had made it very clear she was interested in me.

Twenty minutes later, I strode onto the stage, my confidence at a high due to the attention from the two girls. I spotted Michelle straight away, dancing at the front in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by her friends. The set sounded good, and I was running from side to side of the stage, throwing my long hair around as I played guitar and acting like a rock star.

Three songs into the setlist, Charlii and her friend pushed their way to the front and started dancing in front of me. During a slightly slower song, Charlii draped her arms around her female friend, who was also stunning, and grinded along to the music with her, their bodies moving as one, but her eyes never left me.

The next number was a fast, heavy one, and at the start of the first chorus, I jumped off the low stage and dropped to my knees in front of Charlii. I looked up at her from the floor as she danced rhythmically above me. I jumped to my feet at the end of the chorus, and before I could turn, she leaned in, grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me, crushing my lips as her tongue briefly found mine.

To my surprise, this brought a cheer from the crowd. I turned and jumped back on stage with a huge smile on my face.

I looked at Ant behind the keyboard, and he mouthed “Lucky Bastard!”

We finished the song in a crescendo as I stood back to back with our female singer. The rest of the set flew past in a blur, ending with the rather strange addition of our small pyrotechnics show triggering the fire alarm to a large cheer from the audience. The band stood in a line at the front of the stage, raised our arms in triumph, applauded the audience, and exited to a barrage of cheers and clapping.

We entered the dressing room with a murmur of positive comments. I changed my shirt, sprayed myself down with deodorant, and re-applied my black eyeliner in the mirror.

Our lead singer, Sarah, who was now sitting next to her husband on a small leather sofa, said, “Well played, everyone, great set, and you certainly seem to be making the most of your first tour as a single man.” I shrugged my shoulders and grinned in response to the comment aimed at me as the rest of the band laughed.

She stood and crossed to me, hugging me closely, “We know you have had a rough time recently, bloody enjoy yourself.” I hugged her back.

“Thanks, Sarah,” I said.

We left the dressing room as a group and, as often happens, were met by a group of people offering congratulations and asking questions. Sarah headed to the merch stand as she always did, and I was politely talking to a group of people.

Out of nowhere and while I was mid-conversation, Charlii parted the crowd, put her arms around me, and kissed me deeply. Slowly walking me back the few steps till I was pinned to the wall.

We kissed passionately for a few minutes, and then as I tried to catch my breath, she looked me in the eyes and said simply, “You are coming home with me!” Her voice was full of desire and held an air of command, even in her obviously intoxicated state.

“Ok,” was all I could manage in reply before her lips crushed mine again. We spent the next couple of hours drinking, dancing, and kissing. Halfway through this time, her friend indicated she was leaving.

Charlii hugged her. To my surprise, the girl who by then had been introduced as Cas kissed me on the lips, hugged me, and said, “Look after her.”

I nodded but laughed and said, “I have a strange feeling, I may be the one who needs looking after.”

She laughed and said, “You know, you may well be right,” as she left.

Charlii and I danced for a while longer, and then she indicated she wanted to smoke.

We walked outside into the cool night air and shared a cigarette, as I was finishing the last few drags, Charlii wrapped her arms around my waist and started kissing my neck.

I discarded the cigarette and turned my head to kiss her. She leaned into my body, grinding her pelvis against my leg, her hand dropping to stroke my hardening penis through my tight leather jeans.

Wanting to gauge her response, I took hold of her hair and gently pulled back her head and kissed her neck. As I kissed down her shoulder, she moaned and whispered, “If you pull my hair like that again, I am going to fuck you here and now.”

I was not sure I had ever been so turned on in my life, and trying to take the initiative back, I turned us so her back was to the wall, took her wrists in my hand, raised them above her head, holding her against the wall and devoured her lips with mine, my tongue wrapping around hers again and again.

She drove her pelvis towards mine, and as I broke the kiss, she breathed heavily. I was proud that, for a change tonight, I had surprised her.

We were interrupted by Ant and Si, who had come looking for me to say the van was packed and it was time to leave. “Still want me to stay?” I whispered in Charlii’s ear.

 She grabbed my ass and said, “Fuck yes.”

“I am staying, lads, I will catch up with you in the week.”

“How are you going to get home?” Si asked.

“I don’t think he cares. Come on, we will see you later.” Ant replied.

As they left, Charlii grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s get our coats and go. I only live about fifteen minutes’ walk away.” Not needing to be asked twice, I practically dragged her up the stairs back into the club.

We grabbed our stuff, said goodbye to people on the way out, and started the short walk to her arm in arm.

We entered a small ground-floor flat. Walking into the living room, she hung her coat on the back of the door, crossed to turn on the stereo, and said, “Do you want a drink?” I dropped my leather jacket down my arms and hung it over hers on the door.

“Can I have a coffee, please? I think I have drunk enough for one night.” I replied as I sat on the small two-seater sofa. She crossed the room, placed her knees on either side of my legs, and straddled my lap. She kissed me deeply and started to undo my shirt, kissing down my neck as she did.

She leaned back as my shirt was completely undone and said, “Nice tattoo,” indicating the large tribal bat on my stomach.

Remembering my request, she stood and said, “I will get you that coffee”, leaving the room with a smile as I thanked her.

She returned a few minutes later with a black mug, handed it to me, and said, “I am going to change, don’t move.”

I watched her hips sway as she walked out of the room and relaxed to drink my coffee. I shook my head, trying to sober up a little, telling myself that self-control may become rather important for the rest of the night. It was rare for a girl to take me home, never mind one as beautiful and confident as her, and my heart was pounding as I sat in the stranger's living room alone.

A few minutes later, she strode back into the room. She was still wearing stockings, but the skirt, top, and corset were gone, replaced by a Black, extremely short and almost sheer babydoll dress.

She had a large tattoo across her stomach, and both her arms were almost covered in various designs. Her long, slim legs, now clad in large net stockings, were also covered in various tattoos; she was carrying a small square silver tray.

“Will I do?” she asked with a smile as she walked towards me, and I realised I was sitting with my mouth open.

I licked my lips and said, “Fucking hell, you are beautiful.”

She placed the tray on the coffee table, bending at the waist, keeping her back arched, and maintaining eye contact with me as she smiled and said, “Now that is the reaction I wanted!”

She stood over me with her legs wide in a powerful stance. She looked impossibly tall, and from the angle I could see she was wearing no underwear. The light of the lamp next to me glinted off a piercing at the top of her perfectly smooth, shaved pussy.

I generally liked to be in charge, and by that time of my life, my dominant nature was already well established, but it crossed my mind that this was one of the sexiest and most erotic sights I had seen in my entire life, and in that moment, I realised I would do anything she wanted.

I glanced at the tray she had placed on the table and gulped as I saw it was covered in needles and pinwheels. I wondered what I had let myself in for, but realised I didn’t care.

Again, she placed her knees on either side of me and sat on my lap, leaning in to kiss me, biting my bottom lip as she pulled away and sat back on my thighs. She had obviously freshened up before changing, and she smelt amazing.

She pulled my shirt down my arms and discarded it on the sofa, and said: “ I love your lip and tongue piercings, I notice you have your belly button pierced and your left nipple, but not the right.”

“I plan to, I have just not got around to it yet,” I answered.

“Want me to do it for you? It will give you a way to remember me,” she stated with an obvious smile.

“Hell yes, not that I will need a reason to remember you!” I answered. She smiled again and kissed me.

“Bar or ring?” she asked as she picked up a disposable single-use needle from the tray, opening the sealed wrapper and sliding it out.

“Well, I have a ring in the other, so let’s go for a bar, and maybe pierce it vertically as I plan to put a spike in it,” I answered.

“I love that idea, vertical it is!” she said with a wicked grin.

She kissed me deeply, her left hand grabbing the back of my hair and gently pulling my head back as she kissed and licked her way down my neck and throat. She kept kissing down my chest as she moved between my legs and knelt on the floor, taking my left nipple into her mouth and gently pulling on the ring through it.

Then her mouth moved over to my right nipple, sucking it into her mouth. She leaned back, and after a pause, I felt a sharp scratch. I looked down, and the needle had impaled the flesh just behind my nipple. She expertly slid a plastic tube into the end of the hollow needle, looked at me, and said, “Deep breath” as I inhaled. She slid the needle backwards out of my skin, so the thin plastic tube was left.

She leaned back and picked up a small silver bar from the tray, slid it into the plastic tube, and again said, “Deep breath.” I nodded, and she slid the plastic tube away in one smooth movement.

She then carefully screwed a small silver ball onto the bottom of the bar and leaned back to look at her handywork. I looked down and said, “So cool, thank you, Charlii.”

She smiled and said, “Now you match me.”

She stood, kicked off her shoes, and slid the stockings down her legs. She knelt across me again and slipped the thin straps of the babydoll dress off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to her waist and leaned back again.

Her breasts were as beautiful as the rest of her, at least a C cup and full and perfectly symmetrical. Tiny silver bar piercings were shining in each of her small, erect nipples.

I became aware I was staring and sat forward, placing my hands on her waist, pulling her forward till she was straddling me again, dipping my head to take her left nipple into my mouth, sucking as much of the breast into my mouth as I could, then slowly releasing it till I was just running my tongue over the nipple.

She sighed as I kissed my way across to the other nipple and hungrily took it into my mouth. My hands slid down from her waist, under her nightie, and cupped her naked ass, raising her onto her knees as I kissed and nipped my way down her stomach.

She placed her hands on the back of the sofa for support as I slid down till my head was halfway along her thighs. I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh before switching to kiss and lick the other side. I dipped as low as I could and gently, slowly ran my tongue from the base of her vagina to the top, four or five times.

She had dictated proceedings so far, but I was determined to take my time with this part of the night.

I kept my right hand gripping her ass and brought my left hand round to stroke her flat stomach, placed my hand flat just above her pubic bone, applying a little pressure to pull the skin tight as I used full and broad flat upward licks in a constant rhythm. I then gently lapped at the outer lips of her sweet pussy before sucking each individually into my mouth. I again ran my full tongue from the very bottom to the top of her now soaking pussy.

I could hear her moaning quietly above me, as I ran my tongue in circles around her clitoris, paying close attention to the tiny silver bar pierced in the hood, before finally sucking it into my mouth, using the tip of my tongue to tease her clitoris for a few minutes as her moans increased.

I went back to long leisurely licks along the length of her pussy before finally pushing inside with my tongue, darting as deep as I could. After a minute or two, I again sought her clitoris, sucking it into my mouth and creating a pulsing sensation.

I bought my right hand around to the front and slowly inserted two fingers into her wet velvety opening, sliding them in and out a little before probing deeper and turning my hand to face me, hooking my fingers forward a little, looking for the slightly rough patch of skin to find her G spot. Her breathing was now erratic, and she whispered,

“Fuck yes, there, just there, keep doing that, oh god,” within another minute, she was calling out in a little squeal and bucking uncontrollably on my mouth. I removed my fingers and gently lapped at her pussy as her orgasm subsided.

After a short pause, she sat back and allowed me to slide back into a seated position, then sat back on my knees. She kissed me very passionately and said, “Wow, well, you certainly know what you are doing.”

“You taste fucking amazing,” I said in reply.

Again, she kissed me, slower this time, her tongue stud finding mine. She stood and walked halfway across the room, sliding down the baby doll nightie as she did and forcing it over her hips so it fell to the floor. Her perfectly smooth ass looked like it was carved out of marble. She flicked her hair and looked at me over her shoulder.

“Come on then!” She said holding out her hand, I jumped up, strode over and took her hand, she led me into a large bedroom lit by a lamp only, there was a long clothes rail down one side and a double bed in the centre opposite the door, I noted a large wand and vibrator on the floor next to the bed, she had obviously not expected to bring anyone home.

But I only had eyes for the tall naked goddess before me. She stopped just at the end of the bed, turned and kissed me, her hands almost clawing at my leather trousers, undoing them and then forcing them over my hips along with my black boxer shorts.

I broke the kiss for a moment to force them over my feet. As soon as I stood, to kiss her again, she took my now throbbing penis into her hand and started to slowly stroke it.

I wrapped one arm around her waist, stroking down to squeeze her behind, my other hand gently stroking and then probing her soaking, divine pussy as my tongue had so recently. She slowly turned us as we kissed, her breathing becoming erratic as my fingers moved inside her.

“I want your cock inside me, now,” she gasped and pushed me back onto the bed. I half fell, half lay on the bed and shuffled back a little as she crawled on the bed towards me, lifting her leg and again straddling me, her hand finding my hard cock and guiding it to the entrance of her pussy. Slowly lowering herself down its length till she had completely engulfed me and was sitting on my pelvis.

I closed my eyes, savouring the sensation of the warm embrace of her tight body around my member. Realising the sight I was missing, I opened my eyes as she leaned back and placed her hands on my knees behind her, and lifted herself slowly, as she built up speed riding me.

I was almost hypnotised by her pert breasts bouncing each time she slammed down onto me. I lifted my hands to cup them, squeezing and kneading them as she rode me with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open, breathing heavily.

I sat up, taking her breasts in turn into my mouth and covering them with hungry kisses and little bites, being careful when I sucked her delicate nipples into my mouth and rolling my tongue over the piercings in each.

She lifted herself slightly and swung her legs around so they were now wrapped around my back. I placed my hands on her arse and used them to lift her up and down my cock slowly, kissing her deeply as I did, her kissing was becoming sloppy, almost biting at my mouth as passion took her again.

Wanting to take back some dominance, I lifted myself and turned us both over so she was on her back on the bed. She kept her legs wrapped around me and gasped as I slammed into her, despite the heels she still wore pressing into my arse, trying to force me down, both our dominant natures trying to take control.

I withdrew till only the first inch of me was inside her, and slowly edged in and out of her tight, wet pussy. The sensation on the head of my penis, as it drew in and out of the entrance, was amazing. I would do this for a few seconds and then slam hard into her, then edge myself again.

Each time I slammed deep into her, she moaned a little louder. I did this for several minutes till she finally whispered, “Will you stop teasing me and fuck me?”

I withdrew from her altogether and raised onto my knees and said, “Well, get on your knees then,” she smiled and turned over, raising on all fours, her knees wide apart, as I placed my left hand on her hip and aimed a hard slap at her bottom with my right, by the third hard strike she had turned her head and was looking at me with wide eyes.

Before I could work out if it was desire or anger, I took my dick in my right hand, rubbing the tip along the wet, warm opening of her vagina before slowly pushing forward.

She closed her eyes and sighed as I placed my hands on her hips and built a steady rhythm, remembering what she had said earlier, outside the club. I wrapped her hair around my right hand and yanked her head back, forcing her to arch her back.

She exclaimed in a mix of surprise and pain, and then started moaning loudly as I fucked her hard from behind.

I used her hair to pull her up to me and wrapped my other hand around to grip her breasts, releasing her hair as she allowed her head to hang back on my shoulder, I slid my hand down over her flat stomach and found her clitoris, moving my hand rapidly sideways as I slowed my movements, but pushed my cock deep inside her, she turned her head to kiss me. She was moaning loudly into my mouth as I sped up my fingers.

I placed my hand on her back and pushed her forward again. She placed her face on the duvet as I took hold of her hips and slammed into her again and again. Her hands stretched out in front of her, gripping the duvet.

I could feel I was getting close, but I was determined for her to come again before I did. I wanted to give this Gothic Goddess before me a night she would remember.

She pulled her arms back and raised herself on her elbows, turning her face to look at me and said firmly, “My ass, my ass, put it in my ass!”

This was not a request; this was an order, full of desire and a hint of desperation.

“With pleasure,” I said with a grin at this unexpected request. As I slid out of her, she slumped to lie on the bed and moved her legs together as I knelt with my knees on either side of her thighs. She stuck her ass in the air, and I pulled her cheeks apart with my left hand while aiming with my right.

I pressed the tip of my cock into the tiny opening of her arse, adding a little pressure till it slipped inside. She inhaled sharply, tensed, then slowly relaxed as I gently slid further inside. It was so tight.

Gripping my cock as I probed forward as deep as I could. I started to thrust smoothly in and out of her tightest hole. I could see her hands gripping the duvet, her knuckles turning white as she started to gasp under her breath, “Oh fuck, Oh God, Oh yes, Oh yes!”

As I fucked her hard and fast, she buried her face in the duvet and actually screamed in orgasm.

This was more than I could take, and with a final brutal thrust, I slammed into her cheeks and emptied myself deep into her ass, crying out as I did.

As I caught my breath, I slowly, carefully withdrew and collapsed on the bed next to her. We lay there panting heavily together, till she finally turned on her side, leaned over and kissed me, saying, “Wow, I have not been fucked like that in a long, long time, you don’t have a girlfriend waiting somewhere, do you?”

“You ask that now?” I laughed, before adding, “No, I came out of a 3-year relationship several weeks ago.”

We talked for the next half hour or so, then fell into an exhausted, half-drunk sleep.

I awoke the next morning with a slightly sore head and dry mouth. I was in bed alone, which started my mind racing a little, but I soon heard a noise, and Charlii walked into the room wearing a long black Chinese-style silk robe open to the waist, showing her amazing cleavage.

“Morning, lover, would you like a coffee?” she beamed as she strode across the room, leaned down, and kissed me briefly.

“Oh god, yes, please, and I don’t suppose you have a spare toothbrush I could steal, do you?” I answered.

She stood and strode out of the room with the silk robe billowing out behind her like some vampiric queen in a movie. “Cupboard under the sink in the bathroom,” she called back.

I jumped out of bed, used the bathroom, and brushed my teeth.

A few minutes later, she walked in with 2 mugs of coffee, placed them on the bedside table, and strode over to look out the window, saying, “I am going to have to kick you out in about an hour, I’m afraid, as I have to open the tattoo studio. Did you have fun last night?”

The question at the end was the first time since I met her that she sounded slightly unsure of herself.

“I can honestly say that last night was fucking amazing, Charlii,”

“So, does that mean you would like to see me again?” Again, she sounded unsure of herself.

“Just tell me where and when. I would honestly love to see you again!”

Her face broke into a beaming smile.

She dropped the robe off her shoulders and literally dived naked onto the bed, covering my face in kisses. Laughing, I wrapped my arms around her and half lifted, half dragged her under the covers with me, kissing her passionately as I did.

She turned her back to me and pushed her body into mine. I moved her hair out of the way and planted kisses down her neck, taking the lobe of her ear, with its many piercings, into my mouth, and then began nipping at her neck again.

She moaned softly and pushed her ass back towards me, my arm wrapped under her, reached up and stroked her breasts, she reached behind her back and stroked me to full hardness, before guiding me into her wet pussy.

I slowly moved my hips forward and placed my other hand on her hip. We made love slowly and gently, lying on our sides for the next twenty minutes, our bodies moving as one until she came. This time, there was no scream, but it was longer and more drawn out than the night before.

Again, I awoke an hour later to find Charlii was half dressed.  She was kneeling in Black lingerie and stockings with huge heeled boots on, finishing straightening her hair. She saw me looking at her and said, “Morning again, lover, Coffee on the table.”

“Thank you,” I said and got up and dressed quickly. Sitting on the end of the bed, drinking my coffee, watching as she stood and bent at the waist, touching up her make-up in the long mirror leaning against the wall.

My eyes never left her as her reflection looked back at me in the mirror.

“You are being very restrained with me bending over like this!” she stated.

“I thought we were in a rush!” I answered.

“I messaged a friend to open the shop for me, but if you need more of a hint,” as she spoke, she stayed bent over and hooked her thumbs into the thong she wore and slowly slid it over has arse, till it was down around her knees, “Now come here and fuck me, so I can watch in the mirror.”

I needed no more encouragement and strode across the room, undoing my trousers as I walked. She watched me in the mirror as I entered her tight pussy in one smooth movement and placed my hands on her hips to steady her as I thrust inside.

Her head dropped forward as she moaned loudly with each thrust. I grabbed hold of her hair and yanked her head up. She opened her eyes as I started using my free hand to slap her arse as I fucked her hard.

Her mouth was open, and she watched in the mirror until she closed her eyes and threw her head back in loud orgasm.

Later, as she walked me to the train station, which was on the way to her studio, we discussed the fact that we had both recently come out of long relationships and were not looking for another at that time, but definitely wanted to see each other again.

We tried over the coming weeks to arrange something, but sadly it never happened, and though we would stay in touch online for another year or two, sadly that was the last time I would see this tall, beautiful, dominant gothic goddess.         

(See story illustrations folder in media section for pics to accompany the story.)