BK Dirty Bass Series III: Where the Wild Things Are

After a few dates consisting of endless conversation and less making out session, somehow I finally fell for him for real. He wasn't the typical guy I know, there was something special about him that made you wonder again and again on how he simply charmed you with his old-fashioned way of getting to know a person. I've always thought he could be different from others from the very start despite of him being a very famous rockstar. But I had to admit, initially I was head over heels in love with his looks since the night I saw him at the club. I wanted him because of his sexy look, it wasn't a sin but it's an ugly act that every girl should burn of desiring to get an attention from a very good-looking man. I wanted him so badly! I wanted him to be in touch with my skin, I wanted to have him for a night to get a little taste of the Kaulitz! I tried so hard to get his attention and I was indeed on cloud nine when he finally gave it away just like that. His beautiful brown eyes, they were hypnotizing me, what more? luring me into a dirty-sweet dream of something that I'd called as an art of love. I knew he wanted me too, even more badly than me but his lust was in control by his very own courteous law of seducing a woman. Bill surely has that bad boy look I'm totally into, with all the piercings and amazing tats on his skin but I never knew he has a pure heart of a gentleman until that night at his hotel room that changes my perception about guys.

Spending some time on the bed without getting laid nor drunk on the first night of our meeting was his ideal date night and it did confused me for a second there, roping me, pulling me in and pushing me back for his love game. Alas, he decided to stop and he revealed his true colours, showing off the vulnerable side of his, a hopeless wrecked soul longing for love and affection. I respected him and stayed for the night to let him know me better, and in exchange, he let me know him better too. Who have ever thought that there is still a certain kind of guy who wholly respects a woman and he's one of them. I can say I'm lucky to have met him because these kind of guys are getting close to extinction.

It was another Saturday night, the club was obviously stormed with a crowd of LA clubbers. I didn't care about the atmosphere anymore, I hit the dance floor as soon my body heard the rhythm and the music triggers my system to just move. I couldn't help but to dance, I blame it all on the beat. My hair swiftly bounced on my shoulder, from side to side, as my hips slowly swayed in a wave letting the music bathe me with its of pounding track. I couldn't be bothered by the crazy surroundings, all I wanted to do here was to dance the night away even if it's only by myself. I was so used to it and when a skeleton-tattooed hand suddenly grabbed my waist, my heart jumped a little, not really sure whether his touch has startled me or was it actually his presence? I could feel his warm breath in my hair and it spread out warmly to my ear. "Baby, do you know the art that your body created on the dance floor, kills me good?" In the corner of my eyes, I knew there was a cheeky smile smeared on his pierced lips.

I turned around to face him, wrapping my hands around his neck while still grooving my body to the beat. "You're late."

"But you, my angel has started the night without me." He pouted and pulled me close so that he could reach my lips for his quick greeting kiss.

"Oh really? Well, the night has just begun, my sexy devil." I winked flirtaciously and continued with my seductive dance after giving him a little push on his bare chest under another piece of his studded striking green jacket. The tank top he worn inside was designed rippedly on its low v-neck exposing that sexy ink on his chest which caught my eyes glistening immediately. Truth is, tattoos are such a killer to me! I love them especially when it was inked on a very sexy spot. He knew my weakness, he knew he was as sexy as hell and most importantly, he knew how to lure me in. Those sweet romantic dates we had for weeks may come in handy for us to get to the next level in our relationship but we both knew well that our lust was calling our names out loud, readily to unleash the inner beast within us. And tonight might just be the night.

I moved my body into a sultry gesture, he bit his lips hard as he saw me and through his eyes, I could see what he was hunger for. Me, my body. He was always a gentleman, refusing to ignite his naughty side but tonight seemed different. The way he looked at me, those stares of his filled with passion and no mercy. He smirked, having the thought of making me as his sweet cherry-topping dessert for tonight. They say these hopeless romantic people are even wilder on bed compared to those other jerks who makes love at any given time or place. I should be scared but somehow, I was rather curious of wanting to let his wild spirit free. He crossed his arms and kept his eyes locked to every moves I made. I was clearly making his level of lust pumped ferociously without even care to dwindle. Was it my fault that he lured me in first? In fact, I was just dancing myself away like always did. Maybe I wasn't aware that my moves was a bit sexier than usual or perhaps naughtier? As I came in close to him, he quickly snatched my waist in a full strength with his muscular arms, his grip was so tight that I could feel as though his nails were digging into my skin.

"Uh oh."

"Uh oh, indeed."

This time he side smirked and pulled me off the dance floor to the back of the club. "Bill, I...." He was undeniable hungry, leaving me breathless with no words left to speak, as his passionate kisses were signed, sealed and delivered to my mouth. They were wet but I fired him back anyway with my kisses. Our kisses were bizarrely wild from the last time, and he just couldn't stop, pressing his lips hard on mine, ignoring the fact he had stumbled onto a few people who were in line to get to the restroom.

The beast within him was longing to get out, oh how I want him for the night but the question is "..am i ready for it?"

BK Dirty Bass Series II: Turn up the Love

She glided her body sexily on me as the music were dancing to our ears. I've been dancing with her all night long and I had to admit, dancing is actually fun. Or should I say, she made it fun. I was indeed a robot on the dance floor, as my brother would always tease me judging by the fact of how my killer body would shake in a very slow motion to a very lively music. What a shame! Hence, I prefer to hang out at the booth more than actually shaking my ass under the colourful spotlights. It was from there, my eyes caught her on a particular night. She wasn't that wild with her moves but she was sexy enough to have grabbed my attention, swaying her body in a beautiful wave, like an alluring art painted on a plain white canvas and guilty as charged, I'm an absolute art lover. It surprised me that, how could others not fascinated over her? Always dancing alone every weekend, getting her body lost into the rhythm of music played in this favourite club of mine. She's like a great piece of art that nobody would even dare to touch or maybe more like Vincent van Gogh's The Starry Night, such exquisite masterpiece that none would be allowed to touch. Perhaps all of them were drunken heavily to have not noticed her. Although, I can tell that some men would rather choose a sluttier version of her to have fun and dance with. Her clothes was always sexy but in a decent way, compared to all the other girls who showed off a lot of their skin as much as possible. She didn't need to do much effort because whatever she's wearing, she will look just that sexy, especially to my eyes.

"Is it me or am I the only one who thinks she's like an angel at first class?" She seemed to be too precious, making me feel coward to get on my feet to approach her. It really got me, one night though as I couldn't see her anywhere in this club. I waited every weekend but misery was all I feel of not seeing her face again. I regretted on being such a coward and to have missed my chance to actually know a beautiful stranger. I've lost her. Hence, a party in honouring my stupidity was thrown. And how lucky was I to deserve a second chance when I saw her trapped in the middle of the packed dance floor. Did she come to laugh at me for being the stupid one here? I don't think so. All I could say, it's fate. I grinned big, looking like a clown but then my face turned horrifyingly panic as I saw her heading to the main door for an exit, I knew I just had to stop her and make her stay.

I avoided myself from talking while we were dancing intimately with each other. Was it even possible for a chatterbox like me to be all tongue-tied? I guess, I was still in quite of a shock to be slapped by the power of fate. Truthfully, a golden opportunity to feel and touch this masterpiece of art was good enough for me to turn off all the countless miseries in life that I have suffered all this while for just this one night. The current music pumped its last beat and I took her by the hand, pulled her away from the dance floor to my V.I.P booth. My friends were in a group discussion, sipping, getting drunk with the booze they ordered for the night and my twin brother, Tom was seen to being making out with his girlfriend at the corner, it was kinda disturbing but somehow, it gave me the idea to do the same thing to her as I grabbed her close and started to nuzzle under her neck with my deadly smooches. My kissing pattern grew wildly from her collarbone to her lips. As much as I hate to make this club as the spot of where I've kissed her for the first time, her lips was just too delicious for me to resist. She kissed me back passionately, and I pushed her to the couch to fired up the scene. She pursed her lips, waiting patiently for my next move. But then I came to my senses, "I don't want this." We were sober enough to know what could it lead to after this. I pulled her shoulder, motion her to stand up and she seemed confused.

"I have a better idea. Will you follow me?" I whispered to her ear, hoping she won't turn down my offer. She remained quiet but a smile was carved on her red lips. She then just nodded and I smiled back as her agreement filled up my happiness. I took her hand once again, making our way through the crowd and brought her outside using the back door. I called my driver to pick us up right away. He drove us to the nearest posh hotel that I have requested. I kept her hand tight onto mine as we exchanged smiles and stares, coyly. She looked so beautiful even in the darkness of night and I bet she would glow radiantly when the sun came up. Up on the hills, there was this beautiful hotel of where I've always stayed in just to admire the sunrise and sunset. I had my hopes high that she was really into me as how I was into her. I felt the sudden urge to bring her there, taking it as the first step to show her my world and the real me. The journey took about a few minutes for me and her to wasted it away with an utter silence but with a pinch of flirtiness that got our cheeks blushed red as our ride finally arrived on driveway of the hotel.

Room 483 was always and forever will be my favourite. I swiped the card to unlock my suite while my hand was on her waist and my lips was doing its work of magic on her lips. As the door opened, I took her into my temporary lair and pushed her back on the wall, pressing my lips even harder and gave the door a kick to close it for good. Privacy is surely a privilege. Simply dropping the access card of my suite from my hand to the floor as they went under her top and all over her sexy back. I stopped myself again before my fingers were tingling to unhook her bra. I just stared at her, deeply in the eyes and lure her with another invitation. "Come." She giggled and I could tell she was loving this love game I was playing with her.

I led her into the bedroom and as I have expected, she was in awe to see the view of the starry night sky through the sliding glass doors. "Wow, this is beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you, angel." She just leaned her head on my shoulder and we just stood there momentarily to gaze at the beautiful dark sky. We could stay like this for the whole night but I decided to continue of where I had left on, gently lay her down on the king-sized bed. She pulled that mesmerizing smile of hers again in order to seduce me. I took off my studded jacket and threw it on the floor. She bit her lips as my loose tank top was taken off right after, with her own beautiful hands. I could feel her soft touch as she traced the tattoo on my chest. "I love your tattoo." She said. And before she could make me weak on the knees with that familiar smile again, I kissed her lips immediately and pulled her top out from her torso. I crawled on top of her and at the same time, moving us from the end of the bed to the head. She seemed so delicate with her kisses while I was hungry like an animal. "Am I too desperate of wanting to have a one night stand with her?" My mind pondered and then, I stopped again. "I really like you but I don't know your name and this isn't me, not my style. I'm sorry." I sighed after apologizing over my animal-like behavior and let myself fall next to her on the spacious bed. She gave a peck kiss on my cheek and I had the feeling she would stand up and leave me there as I rejected myself from making love to her, were her next moves. But to my surprise, she laid her head on my washboard abs and grabbed my hand to play with my skeleton-tattooed fingers. "So, what do you want to know about me?"

I had fun talking to her all night, as we were getting to know each other, also, laughing together at any chances we could get. It lasted for quite some time until both of us fell asleep. I could not wait to see her face next thing in the morning. The ray of sunlight was shining gladly and it woke me up, only to a disappointment. She was gone and I've lost her again. I knew she would run, I mean which girl would actually want a guy who is a hopeless romantic and believes that sex without love is just nothing. I let out a big sigh and headed to the balcony through the sliding doors. The sun was rising as I took a puff on my cigarette, galloping myself with pain and a feeling of emptiness. I felt as if my soul was taken away.

"Good Morning, Bill."
I suddenly heard her, it was her voice, did she just come back or was I hallucinating? I dared myself to turn around, least expecting to see her standing there but my expectation became a reality. There she was, looking twice gorgeous under the sunlight and her magenta hair was glowing heavenly. Her torso was still half naked, revealing a sexy black lace lingerie she had worn since last night. She didn't leave me after all, to my amusement she must have dropped by the suite's pantry to make some coffee as they were two mugs held by her hands. Such a lovely morning it was, to be greeted with a smile from an angel that fell from heaven.

"Oh Mein Gott, I think I'm in love."

BK Dirty Bass Series I: If I Die Tomorrow

Laser neon lights shaded in blue, red, green were shooting across the dark room, the ground was shaking as the speaker gagged some raunchy loud music and the heat was totally unbearable! "How can they even breathe in here?" I was panting, inadequate of oxygen, trying to get myself out from the dance floor while the wild crowd seemed to be pushing me with their art of body gesture to the sexy beat from Pitbull. It was a typical Saturday night party of booze and sultry music, it is where all hell break loose, of where the sinners unfortunately getting drunk and high, throwing away with the idea of being a saint.

Truthfully, I hated this club! But If you were asking me why the hell did I sign up for it at the first place? The answer is because of him, the one who was always seen lounging around in the V.I.P section. This was his favourite club. Every weekend one of the V.I.P booths was being booked for his presence. All eyes on him as he entered the club, strutting in like a rockstar. Well, he is in fact one. And my sight never fails to be taken away by his inhumanly beautiful face. He loved it there, in his private booth, away from everyone, with having only a few people from his clique. And even if the music was pumping too loud, he finds it rather peaceful to just sit there and relax, sipping his whiskey & coke while puffing his cigarette on the other hand. I have never seen him coming out from the booth, making his way in style to the dance floor. Maybe dancing isn't his thing. Although sometimes, I did notice his body was getting into groove, following to the wave of the music. Oh how I wish to dance with him! I never really liked to dance, but somehow his dashing look and sexy body makes me feel all jittery from the inside. Kill me for being a sinner of lusting for him. All thanks to him, I just couldn't leave this place for good even though I hated the crazy club atmosphere they have it in here, always too crowded and too wild. Although, I've been longing to get his attention for far too long now. But what can I say, he's a rockstar and I'm just an ordinary girl in a sexy clothing, trying my best to create some sexy dance moves with my sexy body just to get a little attention. As if seeking for an attention from him or anyone else is gonna be that easy since there are a lot more of my species pulling their best clubbing outfit ever equipped with an exotic look and intoxicating moves, dancing the night away in this particular LA club. I had given up on getting his eyes laid on me, indeed he usually shoot his stare at the dance floor but obviously not at me.

Long gone the days of my act of stalking and stealing the attention from a rockstar who happened not to fall for it, anyway. It's been weeks since I've last visited this club and I just had to choose this Saturday night of horror to make a comeback. It wasn't really a good night, especially when you're trapped in a storm of heavily drunken people in a middle of the dance floor. The club was undeniable full and packed because of this stupid someone was hosting a party for the night! And I guess the host has decided to suck all the people from LA in! I wonder who was the 'genius' behind the idea of throwing a party at the most famous club in town when it is already packed every Saturday night. Feeling claustrophobic, all you have in mind was to leave. The music was still drumming in my ears as I was making my sweet escape through the crowd. The exit door was still far from my reach, no way I could leave this place any time soon. "Guess I'm stuck in here for the whole night." I stopped and sighed. But at least the crowd was slowly moving away as the music paused, giving me some air to finally breathe. I turned my back around, helplessly giving up to use the main door for an exit, "or maybe they can let me use the back door" ..and there it was, a silhouette figure of a person who clearly has a killer sense of style, standing in front of me, right in the middle of the dance floor.

I couldn't really see who it was but I could feel his eyes were staring at me. I totally ignored him as my mind kept flashing the idea of using the back door as an escape route. "Leaving too soon?" In the midst of a booty-shaking track from Far East Movement, I could hear him whisper to my ears as I came in closer to walk past him. He grabbed my arm quickly before I could even make my next move and I shuddered at his sudden touch. Clearly this club rat wouldn't let me go if I just ignore him. So, I decided to play along. "What's in it for me that worth my stay?" The lasers were shooting in a fast motion, flickering and changing its vibrant colours in each second, I couldn't really see his whole face but I caught him smiling. Judging by his charming smile, I knew he would be one of the guys I would totally go for. Although, those snakebites seems pretty familiar.

Catchy beat was still banging and roaring the club scene but this time around, the lines of the song were dancing away in a melody. It was sang by a beautiful voice, I presumed layered with an auto-tune. I recognized the song, it was his voice, the rockstar I long laid my eyes on. 

"If I die tomorrow-o-ow, 

That-That m-means we had the night of our life! 

If tomorrow-o-ow never comes, 

Then-Then tonight we lose control!" 

"The song tells it all, do I need to say more?" I could see his eyes now under a strip of a laser light, they were seducing me with his playful wink.
"Is this how you asked a girl to dance? by using lines of a song which happens to appear on a right timing?"
"Those lines are originally mine, fair enough. You see, I've been waiting for you to come back and you came right on time, welcome to my party." With a pinch of flirtiness, he smeared another cheeky smile on his face and right instance, my night vision was getting clearer and it immediately stunted me. Killer style, deadly smiles and gorgeous face, it was none other than him, Bill fucking Kaulitz!

The crowd was getting back to their wilderness, pushing me directly to him. I fell on his chest and I could hear his heart was beating and pounding fast, and so as mine. Bill couldn't help but to smile even more. He then, leaned in close, lifting up my chin and purposely brushing his luscious lips on my blushed cheeks to give me an inviting whisper, "I want a dance. And I want you, sexy angel."