Hey Mr DJ

She likes the way he plays
The way his fingers mix songs
They are delicate
Agile
Skilled
She longs for her nipples to be his turntables
For him to play music on them
Make her moan a harmony
Exhale audio frequencies of pleasures
She touches herself

DJ Face’s orgasmic slow jams

It had been a hectic day at work and Coco was sure glad it was Friday. The only thing that got her through the day was DJ Face playing on Flames FM from 10-1 that day. She was glad she could just plug in her headphones, log on and listen to him play her favourite tunes while she was at work. However, today was extra special beacuse he was hyped up about the Britjam reunion party happening the following day at CLUB CC2 (Colloseum Complex). She had gone to BritJam and it was truly epic; it was the highlight of holiday and raving year. Coco was hype too as 1. She was going to the rave 2. DJ Face was doing a special slow jam session later that evening to cover for another DJ on the station. Coco was a slow jam freak. She loved the baseline, the tempo but most of all the lyrics. The amount of slow jams she had she could have been a DJ herself. If there was one sure way to get her in the mood, feeling horny and wet it would be slow jams. DJ Face dropped some tunes that morning and Coco sturggle to not whine up herself in her chair or give him a ‘brap, brap’ in the middle of the office. She even struggled to not nod her head too much while she listened to the show. After DJ Face’s show finished at 1pm the rest of the day seemed to drag so Coco decided to listened to his mix CD to get her through the day. At 5 o’clock sharp Coco shut down her computer and left the office. She refused to stay late on a Friday 1. She wanted to do a bit of shopping that evening 2. It was Friday and Friday and working late don’t go together.

On the way home Coco smiled to herself as she anticipated to tunes DJ Face would be dropping later that night. As she emerged up the stairs from Brixton station she was greeted by the usual noise, sights and human traffic of Brixton high street – it was to high street that never slept (kind of like New York but it was South London). She turned left and walked towards Iceland where her incense man was every Friday. She had been buy from him for the last 4 years and stopped to chat with him before heading into the market. One of the things Coco loved about Brixton was that she could always catch a few shops open after work and could do her shopping. Shopping on Saturday morning in Brixton is long and not good for her temperament. By the time she got in it was 6:30 and Coco made dinner, called her girls to confirm details and outfits for tomorrow. She switched on her computer and logged on to Eroticnoire’s blog (www.eroticnoire.wordpress.com) for her daily fix of erotica. She finished reading the final part of ‘Coffee, Cake and Kink’. By the end of the story Coco was horny and wet. She decided it was a good time to have bath and her usual Friday night spliff to help her unwind and put calm her mind. Both the bath and spliff made Coco feel dozzy as she lounged on her sofa, so she set her alarm for 10pm so she could wake up for DJ Face’s slow jam show.

The buzzing of her phone alarm woke Coco up from a dream she was having about Femi from Eroticnoire’s story. She was wet and her nipples were hard. She couldn’t help herself so she went to her bedroom and her bedside cabinet and pulled out her rampant rabbit. She returned back into the living room, turned on her stereo and sat on the floor with her back resting against her sofa. The stereo came on and DJ Face had just started playing. She picked up her blackberry and sent him a message.
‘I’m locked in and ready for you to do me good with your slow jams – Coco’.
As soon as she sent the message DJ Face faded the song and gave her a shout out.