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Bowie in a leather jacket, rocker quiff ala Elvis, his birthday buddy.

What a smokeshow… he looks so good for 40!

David Bowie by Herb Ritts, Los Angeles, 1987.

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@weirdgenetic-fuckup this is so beautiful.

Reminded me of an old flame who did/does shibari.

Thank you… I have to reblog this fic❤️

Day 15: Shibari

Warnings: Smut, Shibari, reader is a sex worker, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

You knew some clients would ask for more kinky shit, but you never thought meeting a guitarist for one of you favourite bands would lead to rope immobilizing you.

You’d had some pretty interesting moments, men twice your age calling you mommy and begging to cum, collars and leashes were nothing new. Getting spanked wasn’t your favourite but the men that were into it were usually the sweetest and always paid extra for it.

You’d gotten a call not long ago planning for something called ‘Shibari’ with Izzy. You had no idea what it was leading to but it couldn’t be too bad, at worst you’d just say it was too much and leave.

The address you’d been given was a hotel, you hadn’t realized until you got there. You were led straight to a private suit near the top, rich men scheduling a night with you wasn’t out of the ordinary, usually they weren’t famous though and you never knew them.

Izzy was more than sweet, making sure you’d eaten and were comfortable with everything, even explaining what he’d do before he started when he saw you had no idea what he’d wanted.

His hands were warm on your bare skin, trailing up and down your sides as you sat on your knees on the ground, soft red rope tied up your arms, keeping them strapped to your back. Your legs were tied as well, keeping you kneeling.

When Izzy mentioned rope you thought it would hurt a lot more but it didn’t, it was silky and smooth, gentle on your skin like his lips on yours as his tongue explored your mouth.

He was naked just in front of you, taking his time and making sure you were feeling good. He was paying you but it wouldn’t be fun for him if you didn’t cum, if you weren’t comfortable.

The ropes were soft but dig into your skin, it wasn’t to the point it hurt but just enough that it would tug uncomfortably if you moved less than an inch.

Izzy lifted you onto the bed, laying you on your back and readjusting the rope so you knees were forced to your chest, leaving you exposed to him.

He pushed his dick through your slick folds, gathering your juices before pushing into you and letting out a low groan.

Izzy stayed still a moment, smiling down at you warmly. “You’re quiet.” He said after a moment, after you’d opened your eyes to look at him. No one stopped, they didn’t care about you, not really, it was just wasting their money.

Usually you made extra sounds, feeding into mens egos. You got distracted with everything that Izzy had been doing to you. “Sorry, I’m not usually…” You trailed, trying to find the right words.

“Don’t worry, I don’t need loud, I get enough loud, I like quiet.” He ran calloused hands over your thighs, giving them a squish before he started moving, rolling his hips to meet yours, gradually going faster until he found a pace he liked, one that had soft breaths leaving you like a second language.

Your hands twitched, arms aching from behind you. He had so much power and control over you, you couldn’t move, completely at his mercy, yet he treated you so sweetly. He didn’t hurt you, he cared for your pleasure before his, checking in on you every few minutes.

He moved slightly, angling himself differently and hitting that spongey spot in you, ripping a gasp from you. He chuckled lowly. “Right there, huh?” You nodded eagerly.

“Right there, right there, please, daddy~!” His hips jerked at the name before he smiled and quickly went back to what he was doing, hitting that same spot over and over until it was all you could say.

The name slipped off your lips repeatedly as that knot came undone, a wave of fire flooding you.

Izzy let you ride it out before pulling out of you and jerking himself off, finishing on your rope laced stomach.

He took his time helping you out of the rope, tired himself and watching your eyes flutter before crawling into bed next to you and pulling you to his side. “You don’t look like you’re going far tonight.” He said, voice soft and a little raspy from being tired.

You shook your head, nuzzling into him. “I-I’d like to stay here tonight, if that’s ok.”

He smiled and nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “No, I won’t make you leave if you don’t make me pay.”

You chuckled at that. “Deal.”

He let out a sigh, relaxing into the mattress. “You don’t have a passport, do you?” He asked after a moment of silence.

You looked up at him, brows furrowed in confusion. “I do, why?”

He smiled back up at you. “I’ll take you with me wherever you want on tour, buy you whatever you want, I just want a pretty girl on my arm, someone to love, someone to make happy.”

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Leather n lace and that f*cking cigarette sticking out of his pouty mouth, doing his sassy moves, flaunting his sexy ass…

He’s a hot rockstar mess!

Btw does anyone know what the yellow thing is visible under his necklace?

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Have always loved this pic of Izzy. Ju Ju Hounds era, I think.

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The Witching Season is here.

THE CROW (1994) 30TH ANNIVERSARY | MAY 13TH, 1994

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OMG. I know I’m sexually obsessed with this man but there it is, a first hand account, proof that Izzy is indeed a VERY good lay.

That whole lasting for ages thing, lines up with what I know about heroin users.

Imagine meeting Izzy and being flirted with, told your clothes were ’wicked’ and then a long teasing make out and undressing, then he fucks you sideways in multiple positions… JFC…. I need a mop n bucket or a cold shower now 🥵

Pamela des Barres, I hate you, I envy you, I love you.

This post made my week!

@izzy-stradlins-harem @izzystradlindoesitforme @izzystradliniscute @duffslut @jakelinestradlin @greeneyezblackheart @rocketqueen48 @thesmokingguns

Even though it was summer, I was wearing black leather boots with pointy heels. The first time I ever heard the word 'wicked' be used in such a cool way, was by Izzy Stradlin. He looked at my boots and said simply, 'wicked boots.' Then he took them off me. The sun was going down by the time he completely undressed me. I weighed 97 pounds, and he threw me around like a little blow up doll, into more sexual positions than I can remember. I had only experienced the missionary position, but I went with it. After 45 minutes, I remember thinking, 'I wonder if he's ever gonna cum? Am I supposed to do something to make him cum? Maybe I'm not doing what I should be doing.' When he finally came, he threw on some sweat pants, pulled a blanket over us, and we cuddled up and fell asleep.

An excerpt from the book, One Night Bands by Pamela Des Barres

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Izzy stradlin riding his bike <3

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Izzy Stradlin and his RBF vibes.

(Makes me wanna find reasons to get him mad 😂)

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Omg. I was literally thinking of this interview tonight.

I mean it’s gross. Stern is creepy. He loves sleaze and muck, he’s a sleaze merchant… a muck-raker…

Example:

“Stern: Is your penis bigger than Izzy’s?

Slash: Um, I can’t remember. I think we were roughly around the same size.”

!!! 😂

slashs interview with Howard stern 2007

This mentions the Izzy incident 😃 (a lot of it to) 💀

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Love these winos.

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Ouch! I hope the bar wasn’t at dick level.

3 guys with big dicks walk into a bar…

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Slizzler! 🔥

Slash|Izzy Stradlin|Steven Adler

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It’s like something out of Playboy… or should that be Playgirl?

Oh nevermind he's getting it

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Random photo dump!

Thanks for the tag @rocknrollflames ✌️💕😎😘

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pictures that make me go insane they are SO fond of each other i’m going to break everything around me

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Whoop whoop! The Gunners came from behind hehe

The Survivor

First off I want to thank everyone who has watched this tournament whether from the beginning or if you only found us in round seven, thank you.

Secondly I want to thank @justagremlinoncaffeine who after I realized that I could not do this by myself graciously volunteered to help me, so thank you Gremlin.

The sole survivor of 256 bands, after a surprising comeback, the winner of the hottest 80s band tournament is……

GUNS N’ROSES

This group of five consisting of Axl Rose on vocals, Slash on lead guitar, Izzy Stradlin on rhythm guitar, Duff Mckagan on bass and Steven “popcorn” Adler on drums.