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A world full of nothing	By : martinette77 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Depeche Mode Views: 1366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do 'not know the members of the band Depeche mode or am i making profit from this story it is fiction

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Its now 1990 and I have done pretty well in my job earning a promotion just over a year ago.
I have been pretty much up to my eyes with interviews reviews, the lot!
Sitting at my desk and flicking through some work, I realized that on the last page was a work schedule to review the Album Violator. My excitement grew as I pulled it out and saw the name of the band. Depeche mode.
I heard that Martin had been working after ‘Music for the Masses, and had been kept so busy with another album and yet another tour.
I had read interviews from other magazines. Another colleague got to interview the boys from our own. But sadly that was all I had in connection with Martin. I had fought to grab a spot to talk to him again, but was taken by a new fucking girl! That Danny obviously fancies, so that was that opportunity blown and a chance to see Martin again even if it was professional circumstances.
He did write and call when he was on the Black celebration tour, but then lessened until I hardly heard a word from him. The months turned into years he moved away, was busy with the band and so I never saw, or heard from him. Only followed him in the media, was the best I got, just like another fan.
And so I listened and reviewed, seeing all of Martin traits and ambiguity in some songs, only he seemed to have added something slightly religious in this one, maybe? He had done it before with ‘Blasphemous Rumours’ and maybe something I had missed? I own all albums by this band now, but rarely play nowadays as they remind me of him and it rips out my heart to hear his sweet angelic beauty, singing like he was serenading me.
Finally I just accepted we were a passing ships docking for a moment to board our comfort and sail through the sea of loneliness, only to pass and find another. Maybe that was what happened? Maybe he found love and forgot about me, another girl to sail with?
Just as my life sailed smoothly again I received a very surprizing phone call a few months later. I had worked on ‘Violator.’ I had always stayed in my flat so still had my old number. As I picked it up my heart skipped a beat.
“Molly? I’m so sorry it has been so long since I called.”
“Martin!” I shrieked quietly again trying not to let my emotions run high.
We chatted over the phone about his success on this new album, but he turned it around on how I was doing. I told him I got my promotion and life was pretty hectic with it. He sounded so happy and fresh, confidence maybe lurking in his tone? which was fantastic to hear.
He wanted me to meet him at a hotel he was staying at whilst in the middle, or nearing the end of another tour and also interviews for the new album. Of course I couldn’t wait to see him that evening and could barley concentrate for the rest of the day.
My heart hammered in my chest as I pulled up in the taxi by this rather posh hotel in the West end.
I hoped he would greet me at the foyer rather me go up to his room.
As I pushed the glass doors my heart jumped again, seeing him sitting and reading something. His cowboy hat I remembered back then, replaced by a simple baseball cap. He dressed slightly more normal now with Black jeans White T-shirt and a light jacket. He looked mature, loosing the makeup he used to wear and now more masculine. He looked really handsome and felt my knees weaken again.
I walked forward and saw his eyes switch up and greet mine, dropping the paper that revealed his bold bright beam, something that never changed.
“I was worried you wouldn’t come” He said as he stood and let me fall into his embrace, taking in his scent from his neck that almost brought tears to my eyes.
“Oh I’m sorry I was held up,” I replied looking at my watch to see I was late.
“Don’t worry, you are here now.”
He led me to the lifts, once inside feeling that awkwardness over come me again. We both stayed silent until it reached the floor.
Again in silence we walked to his room, looking on how big it was inside, like a mini flat I guess.
“Wow this is some room?” I span around.
“Yes it is. Drink? He already had a bottle of wine in his hand and two glasses on the worktop.
I gave him a knowledgeable wink and smile. “Still like a drink?” I asked as I watched him closely pouring the wine. He had indeed grown into his years a very handsome man from the boy I once knew.
“Oh yes, more so now I would say,” He grinned and handed me the glass.
“Life of Rock and Roll eh?”
He chuckled and nodded “Yeah right!”
“You are looking well Martin, good.”
“Thank you. You do too.”
He dropped his head and I knew this wasn’t just a reunion, he had something to tell me and it didn’t look good. “Mart?”
“I’m sorry, I wish we had more of a chance years ago, when we first met.”
“What do you mean?”
Our eyes met and I could see sadness forming in arched eyebrows.
I heard him sigh then watched him walk then sat down on the sofa. My heart ached as I joined him, knowing that he was going to say something that would finally rip it apart.
“I’m going to be a father.”
That was it, a shockwave straight through me, stomach tightened and jealously raging. He had been with someone else of course why wouldn’t he be? We were never together anyway, but something in my heart hoped we would one day.
“Oh congratulations,” I said with teeth clenched to stop the tears.
I saw his lips twitch into a tiny smile.
“Me…. Suze and I we have been seeing each other a lot and well, I ‘m in love with her. She just told me she is about five to six weeksh.” I caught the nervous speech from the time of the interview. Putting ‘sh’ at the end of his S’s
“So why so sad?” I pretended not feel, not to show him I was in love with him.
“I regret…” His voice cracked as he lifted up his head. The green eyes peered up from the peak of his cap, watery eyes.
“I regret us Molly.”
“Meaning?”
“Oh come on! I know, I ... We were special, perfect for each other. I just didn’t want to ruin it by telling you how I felt, feel.”
“Oh.”
“I was young, not ready to settle down, not even with a good friend like you.”
“What are you trying to tell me Martin? That that you loved me?
“Yes,” he whispered barely. “And I still do.”
My throat closed as I tried to swallow. What could I do? Say that I loved him too after all this time? That I was angry that he never contacted me, if he had a single doubt we could be happy together? Was he sacred I didn’t feel the same and be cruelly rejected? Sad thing was we were alike but also too much with the same fears. Stubborn.
Putting down the cold glass that I took comfort in nursing, I sat next to him. His head was still low.
“Mart? I do too, and like you I was scared that you wouldn’t feel the same. It appears I also regretted not telling you at the time.”
We now looked into each others eyes, his lips soft full and sensual now became closer, until I could feel his breath against mine, until I felt for the first time his brush mine, then full deeper into the kiss.
I know! I shouldn’t he shouldn’t. He was involved and about to be a dad. But something just took over and we ended up melting into each other. Passionately we kissed on the sofa, his body on mine, hands roaming to touch every part of him. He smelt and felt amazing, something I had ever dreamt of. I pulled off his cap and his flatted curls sprung up as my fingers raked through them, feeling how soft they were.
My hands now cupped the side of his face with the light bristles, but barely to the eye grated my skin as I stroked his chin.
Those soft lips now made their way down my neck, causing me to gasp and moan as his delicate motion kissed ever part of me. Part of me screamed ‘we can’t, you a re cheating on her’ But another part wanted him to strip me and have me here and now. I want to feel him inside of me, to make love to me like we should have done when he stayed over that time, instead of just sleeping.
But time cannot rewind and now was a good a time for this. I wanted him and now.
“Molly” he uttered into my ear before his eyes met mine, and full of fire and lust, love? What ever it was it was something. Love lust? Who knows?
But all I know now was sexual greed and needing for him, attraction magnetism like we felt back in 86.
So I was going to show him how much he meant, means to me, and how angry I am with him for abandoning me and finding someone else. Ok so the jealousy thrived with my passion and I grabbed his arms turning him around. I heard his body fall on the soft cream carpet with a soft thud. In one movement I jumped up and straddled him, devouring his lips with mine in hunger.
I heard, felt a moan escape him, rocking his hips pushing the hard clad bulged against me. His erection felt delicious even when restrained under his tight jeans, rubbing myself over him and hearing his pleasured groans fill the room as I did this. His neck, slender and long urged to be kissed, so I attacked feeling his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed rapidly.
Stopping for a moment I took this time to study his face, expressions of sheer delight filled every part of his perfect features. Feeling his body tremble and quivers every time my finger tips moved under his clothes and caressing his soft skin.
Gazing down, he knew my eyes burned through his as he finally opened, need deep with in them, begging me not to stop, his lips parted like he was about to speak or coaxed me to kiss them.
I grinned with a mischievous glint in my blue eyes. His following then closed as I slid down his body, undid belt and zipper and pulled out his stiff member. He watched again as I teased with the tip of my tongue down the front of his shaft, then up over the head that already presented his excitement, tasting his fluids that gathered there.
“Ohhhhhh!” he groaned and tipped back his head.
Louder he moaned as I now repeatedly swirled over him, licking up and down ever part of his hard thick cock.
I did everything but take him in fully, which drove him nuts, that I could see by his expression and the way his legs moved. I continued to taunt him, lapping a strip from his ball to the tip and again. He was panting now, almost on the edge perhaps? His fists curled tightly into a ball then clawing the carpet, leaving dents from this fingers that he dragged.
“Oh M-oll- y. please!” He whimpered.
His face contorted in such an erotic way I felt my own juices soil my pants.
I thought he had suffered enough, so brought down my mouth and impaled it fully, sucking him hard and good, feeling him shake and hearing his cries fill the room. But I didn’t want him to meet the top just yet.
Slowly I moved away from him, sitting on my heels looking down at this tortured man, with his full erection left unspent.
Once he got composure I slipped up and lay next to him, feeling his breath calm as his heavy pants return to normal.
“Martin, take me to bed and make love to me. This first and last time we can, please?”
He smiled and stroked my hair, gazing lovingly into my eyes then nodded.
Pulling himself up and tucking himself back in, he held out his hands and took mine, pulling me to my feet then picked my up and carried me to the bedroom. It was the most romantic thing anyone had done. Like a groom carrying his bride through the threshold.
Once inside he laid me on this massive queen bed and started to undress, slipping his jacket from his shoulders before pulling off his pure white T-shirt. I watched him, and admired his body.
He still kept on his jeans with the evident beast underneath still as stiff as a stick of rock, and laid beside me. The curtains were closed and a soft light lit the room, it was cosy and our moment we never had.
Slowly he kissed me, tenderly touching and unbuttoning my blouse, teasing his fingers around then under my bra.
Smoothing down my waist and hips as he un-hooked my pencil skirt and let them reach further.
I gasped as he gently rubbed between my legs. His mouth never left contact from my neck and lips.
He was so tender, just how I imagined him to be. With his open heart and soft voice, I knew he would he would be a great lover. Susanne was a very lucky girl.
My clothes slipped away, with his lips, tongue following the path, over my stomach, up over my nipples, where he played for a moment, licking attentively, but adding a little nibble that I loved. He then moved up to my neck and finally lips again. I couldn’t get enough of them, so soft and sweet.
We lay naked on this massive bed. He played and teased, slowly and painfully. Touching me, watching me as he rubbed his fingers over and inside, making me almost scream as his technique was bringing me to the brink of an explosive climax. Whispering in my ear, his voice, sexy but sensual, like songs, like how he sings. He was telling what he was going to do to, that I would like it. I knew his darker sexual ambience would surface; I knew he had it, the deeper we became involved in our love making.
He rolled on top of me, grinding his engorged length between the soft folds of my labia, staring down at me with words that would make me erupt in an instant. He was driving me to oblivion as I looked up into his eyes, dark with passion. His hands roaming over my body, telling me he should have done this before, that he wanted to but couldn’t.
“Fuck me Martin, “I finally begged as he teased me further.
“I will good and hard,” He grinned, slipping slowly inside of me.
It was like heaven gates opening, feeling something unbelievably fantastic that took over the whole body. Every inch of me buzzing with this amazing pleasure, that I felt I had slipped through these gates.
“MARTIN!” I whimpered and moaned louder, digging my nails into his shoulders as he sped up.
He was big! and every thrust hit a trigger of something indescribable.
He fucked me harder, calling my name as his own sounds echoed the walls.
Sweat glistened on his forehead, sheening down his back as we melted together in desire.
In the heat of it, he suddenly pulled me up so I was sitting on him. Holding him tightly as he thrusted upwards. His fingers moving down between my breasts through the middle of my torso until they found the sensitive part, rubbing, and pounding, almost close to his climax, as I felt him swell inside me, filling me wholly.
He let out an almost high pitched whimper as he tossed back his head, then searched for my lips, saying in flustered heavy breathy words he wanted to feel my cries of orgasm through them.
“C’mon Molly, cum, for me cum for me,” he panted.
I let myself go, feeling him touching me there, until I burst open the flood gates and came. His lips crushing mine to almost stifle my heightened moans.
“Oh Mart” I dropped my head on his shoulder and let him take over, bouncing with his rhythm, feeling him hard inside then fill me with his cum, hearing him groan loudly and grunt my name once he calmed.
Pushing me back, he laid by my side, stroking a damp curl from my face, gazing at me. “Stay, stay with me tonight.”
I smiled and nodded. “Of course I will.”
We spend the night making love to each other, then wrapped in each other arms whilst we slept.
I knew he was slipping away once the light started to flood through the curtains. My eyes open, not really sleepy now, hearing his light snores next to me, watching him in his peaceful slumber.
I sighed deeply as I knew it was about to end. ‘Close naked, skin on skin.’ The melody filled my head, and warmed but ached my heart.
I let a few tears fall as I cuddled up to him, finding my eyes become heavy again.
It was time! We said our goodbyes, probably for the last time, holding each other as I let my emotions surface.
He wiped my tears away and kissed my lips. “Take care” He sweetly smiled holding back his own.
“You too Mar, I wish you all the best. And congratulations again.”
He looked down coyly. “You too, and you for the promotion.”
I went to leave but he called me again, turning around to meet his eyes for the last time. “And thank you! For the great review… Violator,” He added with great appreciation in his tone and expressions.
Averting my eyes, I nodded a welcome, moving away from the hotel into the crisp cold November morning.
If only things were different, and we got together back then.
The feelings we had for each other, strong, maybe not love but something, means something. Two people coming together in the world full of nothing. Yes when I came home after this blissful night with Martin I played it over and over.
At least we had something!
I rubbed my hand over my stomach, having this feeling.
We hadn’t been careful, and I knew.
But what was I to do?
Close
Naked
Skin on skin
Tears are falling
Tears of joy
Her first boy
His first girl
Makes a change
In a world full of nothing
Though it's not love
It means something
She's lonely
And he says
It's for her only
That he lusts
She doesn't trust him
Nothing is true
But he will do
In a world full of nothing
Though it's not love
It means something
It's easy to slip away
And believe it all
Though it's not love
It means something
Song used - A World Full of Nothing by Depeche Mode
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