Random Randy Memory
Beginning with the first dress rehearsal, he’d hold me from behind, hard and tightly to his body, right up against him, and every single time his cock would be insanely hard & pulsing between my cheeks, right against my pussy. Oh dear, remembering that right now, I can feel his length, his powerful strength, and his fiery heat. Every fucking time he’d whisper things in my ear. Like “God I need to fuck you” or “Your husband needs to stay in NY, [growl], but he should be getting work here and not leave you alone!” Or. “How can he stay away from you anyway? We need to FUCK, baby!”, gems like that, and I’d be… I’d be… dying, knees buckling, and gushing rivers, like Mt. Vesuvius before it blew, like the damn Niagara Falls, and praying I could still walk and stay in character. Say what you will about actors, the show must go on, at all costs. I did my job.