Nothing ever excited me like being in the heart of a packed rock club, part of the crowd that surged towards the stage, bodies pressed together in a hot, heaving crush, moving as one to the music. Looking up at the singer, or the guitarist, shirtless in the sex-charged atmosphere, and wanting him with a need so intense it left me panting for breath, and my underwear soaking wet. Knowing the night would come to a perfect end if only I could give myself to my idol backstage, letting him fuck me in all the delicious, exciting ways I’d so recently discovered.

Funny how I’d forgotten this, buried away that...