Dj boyfriend Stories

I'm meeting him in his studio today. It's nothing fancy, just a room with his DJ equipment in some old, out-of-town office block. He's recording a set for a no-name radio station and had asked me to "keep him company". Of course, we both know what that euphemism stands for. He lets me in through the padded, soundproofed door and sits right back on one of the spinning, backless barstools, and I plank down on the other one,...

It wasn't planned. Maybe that's what made it so delicious, so unforgettable. I could have been in the VIP room, getting coked up like the rest of us, or watching you from the loggias like I usually did. I could have joined you behind the decks as I've done on rare occasions; it would be a lie to say I didn't enjoy all the guessing and envious, 'who the fuck is that chick' stares. Of course, we had to be careful with that....