In grade school, Jimmy Buffet played the trombone in the school band. As a child he was exposed to sailing through his grandfather and these experiences would go on to influence his later music. He started playing the guitar in college and began his musical career in Nashville, Tennessee, during the late 1960s as a country artist. Jimmy later moved to Key West and began establishing the easy-going beach-bum persona he became known for.
James William Buffett died on September 1, 2023 at the age of 76.
Headin' up to San Francisco
For the Labor Day weekend show
I got my Hush Puppies on
I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll
And honey, I didn't know
That I'd be missin' you so
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holding you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
Yes, it's been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and westbound trains
And now you're off on vacation
Somethin' you tried to explain
And darlin', it's I love you so
That's the reason I just let you go
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holding you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
I can't help it, honey
You're that much a part of me now
Remember that night in Montana when
We said there'd be no room for doubt?
I hope you're enjoyin' the scenery
I know that it's pretty up there
We can go hiking on Tuesday
With you I'd walk anywhere
California has worn me quite thin
I just can't wait to see you again
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holding you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
hhnngrf i know it's been done before already but thinking about pornstar!reader today :(
you had always been faking your moans while shooting but on the day that you were filming with pornstar!simon, the director had to stop the shoot because you just, well, you sounded different.
you don't sound the way you always do—whining, mewling, your moans reverberating from the base of your throat. you used to even croon, stuttered words slipping from your kiss-swollen lips as you sang how good everything felt.
instead all they heard from you today were the quiet rasps of your gasps, hitched breaths, and warbled whimpers that barely got picked up by the mic.
were you sick? did you need to take a break?
of course not.
you haven't felt so good in a while now, if not for ghost. his cock was big, if not short, but it filled you up so well that it rendered you speechless. he was hitting everything, stroking everywhere. ghost was the first to hold you down and fuck you deeply; the first to stuff all of his cock and make you feel every stretch, every thrust. pleasure hummed underneath your skin, spasming along your synapses until your brain was fried in your delirium.
others were able to coax your orgasm with their fingers or their tongues, sure, but ghost had been the first in a while to make you cum just with his cock.
"christ," his voice rumbles somewhere behind you. you startle, whirling to look up at him—his eyes are dark, his lips tugged up in the faintest of smiles.
he pushes your hair away from your sweaty face.
"i knew you doctored y'r voice but who knew that you sound completely different when pleasured, huh?"
he's mocking you, you know, but your eyes stray past his gaze and flit towards his groin, your throat constricting at the sinful image his cock makes underneath a skimpy towel.
god, you want more.
"aren't you just an open book?" ghost trills, giddy. you glance at him again, brows furrowed in your confusion.
he chuckles and bends forward just enough to hover his lips above your ear. then, he whispers, "meet me in my trailer in ten. i need to know what else you've been fakin'."
he kisses your cheek goodbye, leaving you to feel warmth flood into your cheeks and raze through the plane of your spine.