Louder.
"louder-er-er-er-er"
His voice echoed and suddenly a wave of cheering broke the carnage-esque voice that boomed through the speakers.
I too cheered, I could feel the pit of my stomach turning in pure lust and anxiety. The room fell to silence, I could feel the butterflies. My breath trembled under my lips, I needed to hear him again.
"808" he continued. thunder clapped throughout the stadium, people stood to applaud him, his magnificent brain, his vision.
"Carnege" I moan. His thicc lips are wetted by his tongue, it danced across with a majestic flow. I could feel my cheeks burning.
I was glued to my computer. I was close enough to touch the screen and now he was fattening his 808s, I felt like I could smell his body odor. It smelt like the unknown, the bravery and courage that swept from his pores.
I looked up and it felt like the whole world stopped. I could feel my heart skip a beat. "C-Carnage." I gasped. I couldn't breathe, his over whelming masculinity and intelligence was too much to handle.
I climax, my knees shaking and I buckle under pressure.
I black out in pleasure.
And I finally understand my purpose in life.
Submitted February 23, 2018 at 08:31PM by UnlikelyEngineering https://www.reddit.com/r/edmproduction/comments/7zsiwb/my_thoughts_on_producers_like_dj_carnage/?utm_source=ifttt
Javier Rodriguez
Friday, February 23, 2018