I stand at the back of the bar, my head nodding to the heavy music. I’m wearing a pair of green cargo shorts, a white Nirvana smiley face t-shirt and a pair of leather flip flops; It’s a small place and I quickly count around 120 people in mixed areas, both inside and out. To my right I see three or four girls chatting and laughing as they watch the band.

You’re the one that I find it hard to take my eyes off. You’re petite with jet black shiny hair in a tidy bob; like a slightly shorter version of Uma Thurman’s in Pulp Fiction. You have multiple piercings in your cute little ears, upon those ears you adorn a pair of black framed glasses, an eyebrow piercing with a silver ring, a septum piercing hosting another silver ring.

You have full heart shaped lips with black lipstick and piercing green eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so pretty before. You have a tight but very short black transparent top on and I can make out your black bra through it. Your breasts are small but perky and I imagine them to be fairly firm. Your bellybutton jewellery shines with the assistance of the stage lights, the smooth and tight skin of your flat tummy looks divine.

You wear a black leather mini skirt, but tight enough to accentuate your supple backside. Your ripped fishnet stockings complement your look, which is nicely finished off with a pair of black commando boots. There are no morals in play here, it’s a simple conundrum. You’re a gorgeous younger woman and I want you. That tight little slit of yours is going to be stretched. I’m going to fill up your little pink tunnel and film it teeming out again.

I look over again and this time you look back, our eyes lock for a nano second and my heart skips a beat, then you look back at the band again; your whole body swinging and swaying in unison with the music. Every now and then I look in your direction, you turn around again and this time your piercing green eyes meet mine, but for longer.

You give me a cute smile, then you look forward again. Fuck, I’m flustered, what do I do? I head for the bar and wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. Then I a drink and take my phone out to pay. It’s only then that I realise you’re stood next to me! “Hello” you say, “I love your Nirvana t-shirt.”

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A couple of weeks ago I was in a local bar watching a rock band. I spent the whole night looking at women; inevitably there were a few occasions when my eyes met with somebody gorgeous. I quickly looked the other way for fear of being labelled a dirty old man. Skimpy tops, rock chicks, see through tops, tattoos, piercings, denim shorts with arse cheeks bulging out, torn fish net stockings, commando boots, cleavage everywhere, the smell of perfume, the Goth look, black makeup, braided hair; I could go on and on. The point is that it drove me crazy!

Is there something about me you like. Maybe you like older guys. Maybe you just like the attention. Are you confident and forward or shy and naive. You don’t know it yet, but I wanted you the second I laid eyes on you. Being at the gig gives you the chance to be anyone you like. You don’t have to look like my girl, you can be blonde, brunette, redhead or jet black, it’s up to you. It also means that you’re at liberty to wear what you like. I have a crush on you, you’re gorgeous. But do you know it. Do you even notice my eyes objectifying your body at every chance I get.

kinks; younger women, age difference, size difference, outfit control, heels, stockings, thigh highs, crotchless panties, swearing, dirty talk, name calling, East Asian women, frenulum play, cum play, toy play, remote vibrators, edging, orgasm denial, manipulation, gas lighting, public sex, public touching, spanking and dominance (depending on my mood).

Dislikes: beatings, piss, shit, gore, scat, feet, switchers, Ghosts

Please don’t respond with just ‘hi’ ‘how are you today’ ‘what are you doing’ or ‘what’s your name.’ I’ve put a lot of effort into this and I put a lot of effort into my writing during RP. So at least act like you’ve read this. Use the word (HEAD BANGER) in your first message. Surprisingly I do get a lot of requests, so please bear with me; I like to respond.