Human Glamrock Freddy Novels & Stories

I wanted to ruffle his hair that was perfectly in place. Ugh… this man is so gorgeous! My body was reacting to him. He lift his head probably because of my gaze. He looks so sexy in those glasses. I couldn't help myself I lick my lips that felt dry. I swallowed my spit. The sound was loud. I wet my lips again. His eyes followed my tongue as I swiped them on my lips. “You shouldn't do m' fhear fiadhaich.” I didn't need to be told twice when he used that deep gruff Scottish accent that makes my body responsive in ways I can never explain.

I don’t care what happens to me and wait as Freddy steps out from the shadows with a smirk on his lips. Holy shit. I hate to admit it, but the hybrid looks gorgeous in the orange light cast from my bedside lamp with his unruly blonde hair and rolled-up sleeves. He has a body toned to perfection with a rugged face fit for an outlaw, yet his eyes remain gentle and patient despite my disrespect. I hold my breath when Freddie slides off his boots and saunters closer with an animalistic grace. His lips twitch when he kneels in front of me and whispers, “Shall I make you forget about your sorrows for a while?”

Gatsby half yelled. "Stop overacting Gatsby. You talk as if the molls you always have sex with, are not someone's sisters" Freya said with a hiss, frowning her face. "Don't tell me he...." "Stop going overboard Gatsby and don't worry, your sister is still a virgin, I'm might be annoying but that doesn't mean, I'm like other molls like Braxton or Spooky. I am not a loose woman Gatsby" Freya said and Gatsby smiles, hearing that from her.

Dumalo din ang ilan sa mga estudyanteng gustong manood ng audition, plus all the auditionees. "Ok let's start!" masiglang panimulang bungad ni Freddy. He was holding his coffee tumbler and wearing his cute red eye glasses matching his cute but manly face. His hair was dyed in brown-reddish shade. Behind that nerd look, everyone knows how he has a nice body. Some says he has a perfect six pack abs behind those big hoodies, but she salutes him for not being one of the Academy's Junk-jerks. He is a very hardworking student with an impressive academic performance, plus very loyal to his long time girlfriend from the Education Department.

Perhaps lust was better, even more so since it was his favorite of the deadly sins. At the end of the last set, he’d had Sue nearly agreeing to go out back with him for a quickie, but he didn’t have a frog skin, so back on stage she went. “She wouldna’ even give you a blowie, huh, Easy?” Fat Freddie—his trumpet player bandmate and a dope head—had sidled up to Easy at the bar. He smelled of cheap whiskey, reefer, and a cheap hooker or two. Sweat streamed from his scalp, pooling in the folds of his neck, staining what Easy knew to be his only good shirt.

“The day after they went, I found out the cops caught them, they tried running, and were shot on the spot.” Their images were etched on the back of my mind, too. Freddie’s dark hair, long and barely neat, covered half of his face anytime he let it down, so he tied it up with a band he picked off the floor. His hazel eyes were always sparkling with curiosity about how something was built, and most times, he would talk about how he would live when he finally became a CEO—how he loved suits. Funny Freddie was what I called him. “FF. That’s what I will call my company. Thank you, Aleron.” His boyish voice resounded in my head.

“What did you say?” Freddy was gorgeous, tall with a muscular build, and far too many tattoos for polite society. He had that bad boy vibe down to a science. Back in the day, he’d rebelled against his parent’s wishes, smoked far too much weed, and somehow ten years of his life slipped away. Now, at twenty-eight, Freddy was pulling his life together. Not only was he almost finished with his Bachelor of Science at the community college, but he’d also cut back on the weed and booze so he could help more at The Grind.

Roxanne walked up to him, "Hey Freddy, how's the interview going?" Freddy nodded thoughtfully, "It's hard to decide, there's a lot of talent on show, but I recommend these three people." He handed her a list with descriptions: - Peggy: Ginger dyed hair, experienced gymnast and ballerina - Ed: Thirty-two, contemporary and hip hop dancer - Sally: Nineteen-year-old, potential receptionist Roxanne scanned the list, "Did you really have to write Peggy's hair color?" Roxanne let out a chuckle.

Freddie chuckled and held her waist firmly, and Leah hugged her hands around his neck. "I want to continue looking pretty for you," She pouted. "You're always pretty in my eyes, no matter what..." Freddie kissed her shortly, and she blushed. "Guess the flavor." Leah suddenly said. "What flavor?" "The lip gloss flavor on my lips!" She touched her lips. "I didn't get to taste it... Gimme a kiss first!" Freddie pulled her closer, and they kissed again, more passionately than the first. "So..." "Green Apple!" He replied, still sucking the flavor on his own lips.

The heels I wore were high enough, and they eased my calf ache, but they elevated the look. And Freddy Oh, Freddy looked delicious in black slacks and an unbuttoned black shirt that showed off his chiseled chest and toned abs that disappeared behind the band of his slacks. The mask he wore amplified his looks, and I could not blame the girls who were staring because I had stared hard too. Without the suits and the billionaire demeanor, Freddy was different. He was like walking sin in human form, and it took everything in me not to throw myself at him right there and beg him to take me to pound town on Lilyanna's floor.