Groping Lefty
Under L. Marie
Theres nothing more fun then public groping of strangers. So when Rip-Chord asked me to go to the Sunset Strip Music Festival I was down! I didnt have it in my head that the groping was going to be so gratuitous or so rape-esqe. But what I do know is every time Rip-Chord and I get together, it is total madness and chaos in the best way.
Rip-Chord is my guy for when ever I want to go do something fun and off the wall or if I just am in the mood to flirt with disaster. No matter what it is, something crazy or simply getting drunk and causing trouble at a local dive, Rip-Chord will do it, he will channel the crazy out of me and then the rest ends up on the blog.
When I met up with Rip inside of the gates of the festival, since he got there before me and I was about three hours late (but thats another story) he found this really pretty girl with eyes like water and a face that resembled far to closely to Lisa Marie Presley.
I knew her and I would get along well. How you ask? Well, about five minutes after I met her we walked closer to the stage to watch Common. Then, a nice big Los Angeles Sheriff came and stood in front of us talking on his cell phone. Lisa Marie decided this would be a wonderful opportunity to dance up on the Sheriffs ass unbeknownst to said Sheriff. She shook her booty and bumped and grinded behind the cop while he happily chatted with what was probably his wife. She turned around and started moving her ass in circles and her fists twirled in unison. Yeah I liked this girl. She was on our frequency.
The three of us bopped around the festival pounding over-priced and under-sized Jack Daniels cocktails. When the Smashing Pumkins finished we went to the Roxy where the real fun began. We went to the bar to order our drinks. I got our drinks far before the other rockers that were not-so- patiently waiting. Because even female bartenders like boobs.
Hey! What the Hell? said a tall blonde with what looked like the sleeve of his cut off shirt on his head. A look I had seen in Florida by a Mr. Shawn Murray and co. So of course I was intrigued.
Here let me help you. And I grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it down to show the bartender his gym-crafted bosom.
Then he lifted his shirt up completely and the bartender came over.
I lifted my shirt up and showed him my estrogen-crafted bosom in appreciation.
Once I put my shirt back down, I reached over and pulled his collar down again so I could get a better look. Without any hesitation he sank his hand into my bra and began to grope my left boob, searched for my nipple and then tweaked it. His hand was in there for a least a good thirty seconds or more. He pulled his hand out, nodded , took his drink and went on his way.
I took my drink and turned to walk back to Rip and Lisa Marie. Two Black-haired- thirty-something rockers were looking at me wide eyed and mouths agape.
Whoa! You were just, like , attacked, said the shorter more tattooed of the two.
Its cool he just tweaked my nipple like this, and I reached into his leather vest and abused his little man nipple. His eyes got even bigger. He was mad then amused and then reciprocal. He reached in my bra and grabbed my poor left nipple too. Damn! Two nipple tweaks by two different guys in less then two minutes. I was on a fucking roll and it was only 9:45pm.
I looked around for Sleeve Head for a while. I was just blown away at the lack of reserve he possessed. I needed more of this man!
When I finally found him he was walking out the door. I grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back in the club. He turned and saw me then he hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.
Do you wanna be my girlfriend? He shouted over the music.
I reached around and grabbed his ass. Gave it a good squeeze. Went to the front and grabbed his crotch and gave that a good squeeze too.
Yeah, Youll do.
Great! Whats your name?
That's sort of a vital piece of information isnt it? Funny, this relationship was starting off all backwards. Wed touched each others bits before we even knew what name to yell out. He took out his business card and stuffed it in my bra and exited The Roxy. Almost forgot about the whole thing accept I woke up this morning and was being poked in my nipple by the pointy end of the card. Poor Lefty, shes been getting a lot of abuse the last twenty-four hours.
Rip was hoping to fuck Lisa Marie but she ended up leaving due to a headache. So Rip and I decided to bounce over to the Whiskey-A-Go-Go. We didnt make it. I had one of my OOooo moments when we passed a group of cute boys,one of which was playing a tiny harmonica that was on his necklace. I thought the noise he was producing from his mouth and tiny metal instrument sounded like Rolling Stones because that was a song I had played the night before on a balcony in Burbank (part of that other story).
No you cant always get what you waaant! No you cant always get what you waaant! I sang.
These boys were also on our frequency and all began to sing. But If you try sometimes you just might fiiind, You get what you NEEEEED!
Youre coming with us to the Viper Room! One of them said to Rip-Chord and Me. Another put his arm around me and we were off to the Viper Room.
You guys are in the Circle now! Another of the group said to us. And off to the Viper Room we went, with The Circle, that Rip and I were now apart of, where we danced and drank more beer and Jack Daniels to the greatest hits of 2002.
After Viper Room we walked what felt like forever to a house party in the Hills nearby. Drunk, loud and out of breath, The Circle walked up-hill past a cop in his cruiser. Harmonica took his beer and threw it in the road. And not very nonchalantly. He hucked it to the ground, where it crashed and fizzled drawing all of the cops attention to us. The cop seemed slightly amused and glad we were walking and not driving.
The house party had its very own bull-dog named Steve that couldnt keep his head out of my crotch or his paws off my titties. Even the fucking dog was in a groping mood. Jesus. Lefty got scratched and sniffed to the point where I almost stopped liking dogs and had to get away from Steve.
I went to the bathroom to pee and wash my hands.One of the boys was wainting in line to use the facilities and he smelled really good. So, I grabbed the sides of his jacket and gave him a good motor boat so I could smell him better. Which he didnt seem to mind. He did it back, planting his face into my chest. I gave him my number so I could smell him later.
At around 2:00 I was hammered, exhausted, tit-sore and ready for bed. Rip-Chord and I walked (me barefoot) the two miles back to the car that was parked at the Pacific Design Center on Melrose. Then Astro Burger and home. Yup, just another day in Hollywood.
Under L. Marie
Theres nothing more fun then public groping of strangers. So when Rip-Chord asked me to go to the Sunset Strip Music Festival I was down! I didnt have it in my head that the groping was going to be so gratuitous or so rape-esqe. But what I do know is every time Rip-Chord and I get together, it is total madness and chaos in the best way.
Rip-Chord is my guy for when ever I want to go do something fun and off the wall or if I just am in the mood to flirt with disaster. No matter what it is, something crazy or simply getting drunk and causing trouble at a local dive, Rip-Chord will do it, he will channel the crazy out of me and then the rest ends up on the blog.
When I met up with Rip inside of the gates of the festival, since he got there before me and I was about three hours late (but thats another story) he found this really pretty girl with eyes like water and a face that resembled far to closely to Lisa Marie Presley.
I knew her and I would get along well. How you ask? Well, about five minutes after I met her we walked closer to the stage to watch Common. Then, a nice big Los Angeles Sheriff came and stood in front of us talking on his cell phone. Lisa Marie decided this would be a wonderful opportunity to dance up on the Sheriffs ass unbeknownst to said Sheriff. She shook her booty and bumped and grinded behind the cop while he happily chatted with what was probably his wife. She turned around and started moving her ass in circles and her fists twirled in unison. Yeah I liked this girl. She was on our frequency.
The three of us bopped around the festival pounding over-priced and under-sized Jack Daniels cocktails. When the Smashing Pumkins finished we went to the Roxy where the real fun began. We went to the bar to order our drinks. I got our drinks far before the other rockers that were not-so- patiently waiting. Because even female bartenders like boobs.
Hey! What the Hell? said a tall blonde with what looked like the sleeve of his cut off shirt on his head. A look I had seen in Florida by a Mr. Shawn Murray and co. So of course I was intrigued.
Here let me help you. And I grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it down to show the bartender his gym-crafted bosom.
Then he lifted his shirt up completely and the bartender came over.
I lifted my shirt up and showed him my estrogen-crafted bosom in appreciation.
Once I put my shirt back down, I reached over and pulled his collar down again so I could get a better look. Without any hesitation he sank his hand into my bra and began to grope my left boob, searched for my nipple and then tweaked it. His hand was in there for a least a good thirty seconds or more. He pulled his hand out, nodded , took his drink and went on his way.
I took my drink and turned to walk back to Rip and Lisa Marie. Two Black-haired- thirty-something rockers were looking at me wide eyed and mouths agape.
Whoa! You were just, like , attacked, said the shorter more tattooed of the two.
Its cool he just tweaked my nipple like this, and I reached into his leather vest and abused his little man nipple. His eyes got even bigger. He was mad then amused and then reciprocal. He reached in my bra and grabbed my poor left nipple too. Damn! Two nipple tweaks by two different guys in less then two minutes. I was on a fucking roll and it was only 9:45pm.
I looked around for Sleeve Head for a while. I was just blown away at the lack of reserve he possessed. I needed more of this man!
When I finally found him he was walking out the door. I grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back in the club. He turned and saw me then he hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.
Do you wanna be my girlfriend? He shouted over the music.
I reached around and grabbed his ass. Gave it a good squeeze. Went to the front and grabbed his crotch and gave that a good squeeze too.
Yeah, Youll do.
Great! Whats your name?
That's sort of a vital piece of information isnt it? Funny, this relationship was starting off all backwards. Wed touched each others bits before we even knew what name to yell out. He took out his business card and stuffed it in my bra and exited The Roxy. Almost forgot about the whole thing accept I woke up this morning and was being poked in my nipple by the pointy end of the card. Poor Lefty, shes been getting a lot of abuse the last twenty-four hours.
Rip was hoping to fuck Lisa Marie but she ended up leaving due to a headache. So Rip and I decided to bounce over to the Whiskey-A-Go-Go. We didnt make it. I had one of my OOooo moments when we passed a group of cute boys,one of which was playing a tiny harmonica that was on his necklace. I thought the noise he was producing from his mouth and tiny metal instrument sounded like Rolling Stones because that was a song I had played the night before on a balcony in Burbank (part of that other story).
No you cant always get what you waaant! No you cant always get what you waaant! I sang.
These boys were also on our frequency and all began to sing. But If you try sometimes you just might fiiind, You get what you NEEEEED!
Youre coming with us to the Viper Room! One of them said to Rip-Chord and Me. Another put his arm around me and we were off to the Viper Room.
You guys are in the Circle now! Another of the group said to us. And off to the Viper Room we went, with The Circle, that Rip and I were now apart of, where we danced and drank more beer and Jack Daniels to the greatest hits of 2002.
After Viper Room we walked what felt like forever to a house party in the Hills nearby. Drunk, loud and out of breath, The Circle walked up-hill past a cop in his cruiser. Harmonica took his beer and threw it in the road. And not very nonchalantly. He hucked it to the ground, where it crashed and fizzled drawing all of the cops attention to us. The cop seemed slightly amused and glad we were walking and not driving.
The house party had its very own bull-dog named Steve that couldnt keep his head out of my crotch or his paws off my titties. Even the fucking dog was in a groping mood. Jesus. Lefty got scratched and sniffed to the point where I almost stopped liking dogs and had to get away from Steve.
I went to the bathroom to pee and wash my hands.One of the boys was wainting in line to use the facilities and he smelled really good. So, I grabbed the sides of his jacket and gave him a good motor boat so I could smell him better. Which he didnt seem to mind. He did it back, planting his face into my chest. I gave him my number so I could smell him later.
At around 2:00 I was hammered, exhausted, tit-sore and ready for bed. Rip-Chord and I walked (me barefoot) the two miles back to the car that was parked at the Pacific Design Center on Melrose. Then Astro Burger and home. Yup, just another day in Hollywood.
"tonguing righty"...
wondering if there will be animals involved in part II