ENGLISH GOTH

ENGLISH GOTH

Diane was no ordinary English lady. She was a Goth, one with the night, who loved what she was into. It was her life and nothing came close to it, not even guys who she frequently met in her young twenty-four years. She lived in the historical English town of Langford in the north of England. It wasn’t a big place, but it was large enough for her and people didn’t know her business. After all, Diane was a private gal even if she had red and black hair that was visually- oh so beautiful! Diane worked in the local printing factory making blueprints for missiles, a topic that bored her. The cash was good, allowing her to go out, be footloose and fancy-free. That suited her. On a Monday, Diane went to the Right Drunkard Club that had dance night.

She liked gothic music from England’s past. Bands like the Cult, the Mission, All About Eve, the Sisters of Mercy, Ghost Dance and much more. Diane was into 80’s Goth music but she believed to have been born at the wrong time. She’d always wanted to see her favourite bands live, back from when they were young and vibrant, but that was life and she had no other choice but to just enjoy the music.

Wearing a stunning short black number of sensually flowing fabric, layered with sequins and embroidered black flowers, Diane showed off her shapely bare legs well above the knee. When she sat down, she chose a table near the balcony bar that overlooked the dance floor on the lower level. Here, she got a good view of many guys and gals dancing and jiving to the best 80’s alternative music in the world.

A heavy pulsating rhythm bumped out of the speakers, which soon she found herself nodding her head slowly back and forth and singing along to a song that spoke of a failed romance, of loneliness and death. Yet the song’s rhythm was uplifting and a heady rush was rising inside her. She lifted her Bloody Mary drink to her lips and took a generous mouthful, feeling the alcohol rush into her body to the point of warming her up. She’d finish this drink and then dance and feel the rush of the music overtaking her as it did the other dancers who were having the best time of their lives. Without giving it much thought, she downed her drink and got up to join the dancers, making her way down the dark winding stairs towards the dance floor. When Diane got there the record changed to a heavier song with a loud bassline, a screaming guitar and very loud vocals. She danced around, waving her arms up to the beat. This song wasn’t for them, she thought happily to herself.

“This song is for me!” she screamed for anyone who might hear and despite the noise, some people acknowledged her. Others just left the floor for her to take over and she was in her element. Diane felt so alive in a place where she belonged, every nerve ending pulsed with positive energy. She bumped into a lad who turned to look at her and smile. She gently held his arm before he moved out of reach and brought him towards her. The rhythm of the music gave them all a life of its own. She faced the boy who was about eighteen and pulled him towards her so they were touching; she smiled mischievously and kissed him slowly, her tongue passing his delicate pale lips probing inside to meet his tongue. He closed his eyes and melted into Diane.  She supported his weight and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment while the song now pounded in a slow mesmerising beat.

All of a sudden, the song faded out when the couple was still kissing in their close embrace then a new faster guitar driven track came over the speakers and the DJ spun the discs. In response, the boy pulled away withdrawing his tongue from Diane’s, only to end the coupling and go find his friends. Or at least, that’s what Diane thought. Stupefied, Diane almost didn’t know where to go from where she was, standing alone in a place full of people. She turned and slowly walked in a wavy line over the dance floor in the other direction. When she got to the lower level of the bar to buy a drink, she swore she still tasted the teenager’s mouth on her warm moisted lips.

Looking up and down the bar she made eye contact with the barman and ordered a Screwdriver, double vodka and fresh orange juice with ice in a half pint glass. Paying and thanking him, she walked around the club, which was rapidly filling up with happy young customers. She almost didn’t smile, but she couldn’t help herself. Diane kept walking around the club checking the talent out but still wanting to score. It had been three long weeks since she’d been naughty and not made love to anyone.

Tonight she wanted it more than ever, with a nice man who was like her - a Goth. One of the dark ones who lived in a twilight world of long shadows and poignant music would suit her, she thought to herself. If only he wasn’t so hard to find. It was then she saw him, standing by a stone pillar watching people dance to the loud music. Unaware that she was being watched, the hunter became the hunted.

Diane walked over, taking a few sips of her strong drink, feeling the alcohol rush to her head, warming her insides and taking her to new heights. She wasn’t shy but only out on her own like many other nights. Quicker than she could change her mind, desire taunted her. She was going to be more forward than she was used to, with lesser worries and hardly any proper introductions. Here we go!

Diane stood next to the man who was still watching the dance floor from where he was. She moved closer as the music kept playing. “I’m Diane.”

“Dark Princess of the night, Diane. Nice to meet you,” replied the tall dark stranger as he turned to his right to look at the gothic beauty standing next to him, who blushed ever so slightly. This, he noticed and smiled reassuringly so she wouldn’t turn and run in embarrassment.

“And nice to meet you-” Diane left a pause because the man hadn’t said his name. “I’ve not seen you here before,” she finished.

“Oh, I’m Liam, sorry, I’m always doing that! And yes I’ve just moved to town, just two weeks ago really. I missed last month’s Goth night here due to that. I must say I’m enjoying it!” Liam said over the loud music. He opened his arms and motioned to the dance floor that was full of people, “It’s a good club isn’t it? I’ve been into this music for many years, probably before you were born!” he happily joked about his age.

Diane went even redder, thinking to herself if she was doing the right thing by making an approach to an older man. It was too late now! She managed a smile. “Wow, that long? How would you have known that? I could be a young looking thirty-five as far as you know.”

“Well my dear Diane, age is only a number and I don’t mind how old you are ’cause you look stunning and you’re a real Gothic Queen, really you are. I can tell you like this music and you’re not just one of the hangers who just look the part.”

“I love this music. All of the 80’s Goth music and some metal besides the ones in this club give me thrills. I have many of the albums and I’ve even seen many bands when they performed a few years ago. Have you been to any gigs?”

“Oh yeah, Diane I’ve been to many gigs. I’ve lost count of how many, but must’ve been over a thousand gigs over my years. Both small bands and big bands, even one band that did one show before splitting up. Maybe I should write a book on it someday.” Liam reminisced, looking into space, no doubt, he must’ve been remembering those heady times.

“Hey, do you wanna dance or are you gonna stand there all night? Come on!” Diane insisted grabbing Liam’s hand as he still thought about the old days and its gigs. He followed her through the crush of people dancing and swaying this way and that on the packed floor as a new track started to play, a stomping drum machine pulsated and a wicked guitar riff kicked off of the speakers. When the vocals started – a woman with a stunningly soaring voice – the crowd went crazy over the life force of energy as they enjoyed every minute of it.

Liam was pushed into Diane in the crush, amongst a crowd of people with barely any room for them, so they danced chest to chest as more people filled the dance floor and the song emanated the feeling of rush. Dancers moved this way and that, hardly able to move their arms. Gently but firmly dancing and jostling, Liam didn’t notice until she was nearly carried away from him. Diane let out a startled yell in surprise, but Liam held out his hands and steadied her by holding on to her waist and her left elbow so she wouldn’t be stolen by the crowd.

They both laughed, mostly out of fear, calming each other with sweet comforting words after almost losing each other’s grasp. If for a second something had really happened, it would’ve been unbearable.

When Diane looked Liam right in the eyes, she knew his intentions were honourable and genuine. She returned his smile and gently placed her right hand on his neck to bring his head down. She kissed him once on the lips. As friends or had a line been crossed?

The song, an industrial one, still throbbed from the speakers. It was an extended remix of the original track and everyone was vibrant, cheering the DJ on. Hundreds of people moved like an ocean constantly flowing, for them the incoming tide on the dance floor was even more heavenly. How could it ever be better than this?

For two people who had just met it was even better, something was happening.  Something magical right here and now, a spell so powerful it would never be broken because something special had come out of nothing. Another song by a different band came on and the DJ started to fade the previous song, the crowd of dancers slackened somewhat, but neither Diane nor Liam wanted to break the spell that bewitched them both. It was a special moment that came only once in a person’s lifetime, they wanted to enjoy it and let it never end. For now, at least, while the music still played.

Diane gently placed her head against Liam’s solid chest, her red and black hair looked wild under the flashing lights and against his 1988 Fields of the Nephilim tour t-shirt. He brought an arm up to embrace Diane to hold her close and he bowed his head to kiss the top of her head.  In his heart Liam knew this was it. After two marriages including one where his wife was wickedly taken away from him by cancer, he knew he had found his soul mate. Never again would he be left alone. After this dance Liam would ask Diane to be his Pagan bride and she would be with him for the rest of their lives. Would she stay that long?

Diane gently swooned against Liam’s chest, she felt complete, something had happened but she didn’t know what and didn’t dare wonder how long it would last. She wouldn’t leave his side, not to go to the bar or to look for a younger man. Here she wanted to be no matter what it took or what her mother or her jealous so called friends would say. Other than her music, few things in her young life meant something to her, but this man who had gently taken her heart meant the world to her now. How was this possible? Was it a gothic fairy tale that would end when she opened her eyes or when the clock struck midnight? She never wanted it to end, it occurred to her the songs were right, well some of them.

“Diane?” Liam spoke softly her name.

“Hmmm?” she almost melted as she spoke.

“Once you open your eyes...” Liam stopped at mid sentence.

And she wondered if it was awkward for him to finally say how he was feeling or if he was waiting for another response. Not wanting to spoil the moment she let herself go with a new song that had just started playing. “Do you hear that?” she said instead. “That’s our song playing.”

Opening his embrace, Liam let her go and kissed her deeply. She returned his kiss, thankful for the passion he gave. The intensity of their bodies started rising to the music once again, which was now an echo of the song that she would remember as their song for the rest of her life. She really loved this. She also loved that song. There was still hope, he let her know. Love wasn’t dead, she thought.

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One year later.

Diane and Liam were still together after their initial meeting in the gothic club in Langford. She had been paid off her job due to the global recession and now worked part time in a small cafe. The wage wasn’t much but it added to Liam’s income from his music promotion job and his side line selling model cars.

On her left upper arm Diane had a wicked tat done by a top artist in town; her ink was of a black gothic rose surrounded by a scroll and two names. The names read, “Diane and Liam.” No other words, not even a love heart or any kisses, a simple image that was very symbolic to the couple concerned, with powerful meaning. Her ink cost her two hundred pounds.

Liam sported a tattoo as well, old English script spelled, “Diane.” This was on his chest over his heart. He believed it was the only place for her name. When he attended his tattoo session Diane held his hand, an intimate act of love and caring. He did the same when she had her tat done. They did everything together.

Sharing a small house on the outskirts of town, Diane and Liam were content. She moved in with him not long after they met and had never spent a night away from her love. Liam had only rented the house for a short time so it was all very new to them both.

“I love your new hair dye Diane, the purple really suits you,” Liam complimented his Pagan wife. He remembered their small wedding ceremony carried out in the little new age witch shop in town. At how they wrote their own vows and both felt unbelievably serene and as one, together, that day just two months ago.

“Thank dear. Do you think I got the colour coverage right? Purple is such a hard colour to get right. Yes I like it too,” replied Diane, smiling when she saw her new style in the large bedroom mirror. Yes, I think I’ll stay purple for a bit, it does look good. If I wear a plain white t-shirt it’ll look stunning.

“Aye why not? If you’re happy with it, stay purple. Hey, I remember the red and black colour you had when we first met,” he reminisced. “That night seems like yesterday. Hard to believe it’s a year now.”

“Yes one year. Happy anniversary on our first meeting Liam, thank you for giving me the happiest year of my life. I look forward to many more with you,” she smiled, kissing him once on the lips. He still tastes lush, I’m so lucky to have such an amazing man by my side. Liam returned her kiss. She was about to pull away when he placed his arm around her neck and brought her to him again. Their lips met and fire erupted, growing into the sun. Their tongues met and clashed in battle of love.

Diane led Liam to their king size double bed and slowly pushed him back so he lied down. Then she was upon him like a she devil, kissing, caressing, stroking, holding, hugging fiercely. A young tigress full of passion and life, all directed to her Liam; he was her entire universe.

Diane sure is a good kisser and my sexy little kitten, Liam day dreamed, falling into her spell. He felt her fingers claw up his thighs, her nails catching his skin making him wince. Over to his balls, cupped them in a hand weighing them up to see their worth and gripping his erect penis which throbbed energetically. Feeling his lady toss him off made him gasp, in awe and anticipation; already he wanted to cum.

“Not just yet my love, hang fire and don’t shoot your load yet,” teased Diane, grinning.

“Oh...” moaned Liam.

Her hands explored his chest, tickled fine blond hairs that were almost invisible tracing a circle. Glancing to his face, she saw his eyes were shut so rapturous was the moment. Parting her hands each sought out a nipple gently holding and caressing like the gentle woman Diane was. Massaging around his nips, put Liam deeper into relaxation; taking the edge of his orgasm that no longer threatened to explode.

That feels so lovely, I could enjoy this forever. No one else has ever touched me like this. Images filled his mind, all pleasant and joyful; pictures of Diane smiling with her red and black hair falling over her face; her flawless size twelve body naked before him. And her pretty face now, framed by lovely purple hair. I want to make love to my baby that will be even nicer!

“You like that, yes?” whispered Diane, moving upwards and kissing Liam her tongue clashing with his. Closing her eyes, she embraced and held him close in a full embrace. I’m so in love with you my dear, she thought, not breaking their kiss. I can feel your cock on my thigh; soon my love then you can have me.

“I do,” replied Liam, almost pleading. He wanted Diane so badly. How long would he have to wait?

“Now my dear Liam. You want me now?”

“Yes, please make love to me,” he begged, his words almost inaudible due to their kissing and his lust.

Quickly changing position, Diane mounted her man and guided his cock up her wet tight cunt. It was a nice fit. She rocked backwards and forwards building a nice rhythm up enjoying what she was doing. That’s right my dear, move with me.

“Oh babe, you feel so good. I love you Diane,” groaned Liam, under his breath.

“I know you do my love, I love you too, forever and ever,” his gothic queen replied, her green eyes warmly smiling.

There’s something about my love that captures my heart each time I look at her. From her eyes to her body to the very essence of her, Diane is something very special. I’m so lucky she is my lady. And she’s very good in bed! Liam dreamily thought, moving his hands up Diane’s back to her shoulders to feel her nice thrusts joining his own. He moaned quietly, no longer speaking to concentrate on their moment.

Time didn’t matter now. Two people happily in love, she aged twenty five and him some eighteen years older. Yes it was true some of Diane’s ex friends had been jealous and spread rumours, while older people crossed the road in annoyance. Was this because of the age gap? Many more people congratulated and shared in the couple’s joy and contentment. For this Liam and Diane were grateful. Love crossed all barriers including age.

Liam held his breath when he nearly came; holding Diane tightly brought her towards him so their bodies were touching. Together they moved making love. He kissed her passionately and ran a hand through her hair, messing it up and not caring. Only the moment mattered. Increasing his speed, he pumped straight into Diane, his balls bouncing up and down. His cock up her lush cunt, he was ready to spunk up now but held back. Going to really enjoy this, take as long as possible before I shoot my spunk. Nearly there!

“Oh baby I’m coming!” he screamed, one of his hands scratching Diane’s back. He was dimly aware of her calling him a name. Must have hurt her!

“Fuck me!” she retorted, incoherently. Her body bucked and moved like a fish out of water, like such a fish she gasped for air. Face turned to the heavens, eyes shut, body pushed to the limit; now it was her turn to orgasm. Catching the end of her lover’s to form a sacred erotic circle of lust and love.

“Yes my dear. Oh, all of my cum is inside you,” Liam groaned, keeping his pumping going. Sweat poured down his chest and into his closed eyes.

“I’m there, I’m coming Liam. Oh...” Diane cried, her body jerking and going tense when her own sweet sensation jolted her entire frame. It engulfed her in an explosion of pure awesomeness, blotting everything out but Liam. Oh babe, no one makes love to me like you do!

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Many hours later the loving couple went to a nice quiet country pub to celebrate their anniversary of the first night they met. Liam had secretly booked the reservation and after making love, he told Diane he had a treat for her.

“My gothic lady I’ve arranged a nice treat for you. To show my love for you and what you mean to me.”

She squealed in joy and cried with happiness at his declaration of love and news of his treat for her on this special day.

“You’re such a gentleman my pagan husband. You spoil me, you really do!”

“You’ve not seen how we’re getting there yet. A limo is going to pick us up and take us there; he should be here in half an hour. We’ve just enough time to make love and to get ready,” Liam smiled.

“Oh my love...” gasped Diane.

The huge luxury limousine dropped the couple off at a pub named George and Dragon. Liam serenaded Diane; a full English meal with everything provided even the drinks at his expense. He popped open a bottle of champagne, first poring a generous drink for his woman and secondly for himself. Raising a toast, he said, “To us and our first happy year together.”

“To us my love. Thank you so very much for everything,” replied Diane, tears filling her eyes. She was so happy.

“There’s the first course, prawn cocktail,” he spoke, when a suited and booted waiter came to their table with some plates. “Enjoy your first course. Please don’t hesitate to ask for me, if you need anything.”

“Thank you, we will,” answered Liam. “Those prawns look tasty,” he commented.

“Wow! How did the waiter know I like prawns? We haven’t even seen the menu,” queried Diane. Did Liam think of everything?

“He must be a mind reader or something,” laughed Liam. His smirk said it all; he had arranged all of this for his lady. What else was in store for Diane?

“This is delicious,” she complimented, biting into a King Size Prawn and dipping it into some sauce.

“I know, just like you are my dear. The second course will be even nicer. You’ll see.”

“Oh, you know how I love surprises.”

“I know you do. May I say how nice you look tonight in your nice blue dress,” he said, grinning when Diane looked up at him. Her figure was very visible in her blue velvet outfit. She made his designer black suit look like a cheap hand me down, all two hundred pounds of it.

They made small talk, of their past year, how they met in the gothic club, their dreams for the future, in a random order. Time passed quickly; soon the waiter brought the second course along with a new bottle of expensive top of the range champagne. Enquiring if anything else was wanted, the waiter departed.

How romantic this is, first a limo to this nice traditional English pub and now wonderful food. I love a bloody steak! thought Diane, making short work of her bloody raw meat with a razor sharp meat knife. It tasted perfect!

“Lovely meat,” agreed Liam, eating his well done steak. He liked his meat cooked all the way through, unlike his partner who was a real gothic diva. He knew she loved bloody steaks. And another type of meat!

Yes, nodded Diane in agreement.

An hour later, after a second helping of their main course, their dessert was here. Tiramisu gateau for Diane and a huge dish of vanilla ice cream for Liam. Two pints of beer replaced the champagne; it was possible to have too much of a good thing.

“To us my dear,” toasted Liam at the end of their charming evening.

“To us,” copied Diane, a little drunk and ecstatically happy.

“I’ve arranged for the limo to pick us up at midnight and for us to take a bottle of champers with us for the trip back. May I say how I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this evening and even more so, our first year together. Thank you Diane!”

“Oh my dear, you’re ten times better than Prince Charming. I love you so much,” replied Diane, tears of joy clouding her vision. She reached over the table and took Liam’s hand. He kissed her and their eyes met.

“I look forward to many more years like this with you, my dear Diane.”

“And me with you, my gothic gentleman of the night.”

Outside, a black coloured executive limousine arrived, its engine hardly audible. The driver waited patiently till the couple was ready to leave; there was no rush on this special anniversary night. When they were in the limo, Diane tipsily giggled and groped Liam’s cock. She kissed him and unzipped his pants, getting his dick out she immediately sucked him off. He lied back to let her.

What a way to end a night. Oh that feels lush, Liam drunkenly wondered, I want to fuck her right now!

“I want to put my big cock in your nice pussy my Diane! Oh your sucking feels great. Yes do it just like that.”

“Just like that,” stuttered Diane, with a mouthful of cock.

“Yes my love,” nodded Liam. He moved his body with her sucks and closed his eyes. Little nibbles and bites danced on his bell end, a hand cupped his balls and massaged each, getting a feel at the cum that waited to explode. What a way to end a nice evening. In front the limo driver smiled to himself at his guests antics and raised the inner tinted screen to give them some privacy. Slowly he drove them back home, giving them lost of time to play.

Just wait till I get you home! Diane perversely thought, sucking away eagerly. Not long till my pagan husband shoots his load! Then he can climb on top of me and pump away for England!