Ariana's Point Of View ~

'Dangerous Women' Set | Los Angeles, California

My fingers curl around the soft black fabric that sits on top of the skin of my upper thigh. Well, it sits on top of my entire body, actually. What am I wearing you ask? . . what women wear for their man. But not just any man - a man that is so deserving of all her love, her attention, her affection. A man that leaves her craving more and more of him once she gets even the tiniest of tastes. So, what could it be? What is it that I'm wearing? . . well, not much really.

Just a slice of lingerie that doesn't leave much to the imagination.

A soft chuckle from my lips. I feel somewhat cheeky, flirty . . and not to mention, completely in the mood. I once again return to the softness, and the utter warmth of an entity that always provides these things, however it's a lounge and not a bed this time. But still, things happen here. It's a piece of furniture that I'm not fussed about swapping, for it's still something that holds such significance to me . . to anyone in that sense, right? Instantly, my mind can't help but to wonder away and to drift back to three weeks ago when Michael and I had his divine hotel suite all to ourselves.

We were all alone.

Unapologetically making love until the rise of that morning sun. A sight that did break my heart, indicating that the one night I had with Michael was now at an end. But also one that did make me smile as I woke up next to the man I love most. Hmm just everything about him drives me crazy and is making me wish so badly that he could touch me right now. His large hands on me on repeat - skin to skin with his lips on mine and all over my body. Hmm my entire being tingles, not to mention my pussy in particular as I sit here in utter desire for him.

No big dance numbers nor any cuts needed for wardrobe change. Because today is a very simple day at set. I didn't want anything big. No rehearsal. Nothing like that today. I just felt as if that just wasn't needed . . just ad-lib all throughout. I told the director to film whatever I do in the moment. I wanted to keep it short and very . . hmm, to the point, you could say.

"Whenever you're ready, Ariana . . "

My hands on me as I envision Michael . . but they aren't my hands. Well, in my head they aren't. I stare at the camera but all I see is him and he's standing before me, curls out and everywhere, completely naked and just about to fuck me so fucking good yet again.

"Action! . . "

"Oh yeah . . "

"Don't need permission . . "

"Made my decision to test my limits . . "

"Cause it's my business . . "

"God as my witness . . "

"Start what I finished . . "

"Don't need no hold up . . "

"Taking control of this kind of moment . . "

"I'm locked and loaded . . "

"Completely focused my mind is open . . "

My heart racing, as my mind flashes images of Michael's gorgeous naked body on top of mine.

"All that you got, skin to skin, oh my god . . "

"Don't you stop, boy . . "

"Somethin' bout you . . "

"Makes me feel like a dangerous women . . "

"Somethin' bout, somethin' bout . . "

"Somethin' bout you . . "

"Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't . . "

"Somethin' bout, somethin' bout, somethin' bout . . "

"Nothin' to prove and I'm bulletproof and . . "

"Know what I'm doing . . "

"The way we're movin' like introducing . . "

"Us to a new thing . . "

"I wanna savour . . "

"Save it for later . . "

"The taste of flavour, cause I'm a taker . . "

"Cause I'm a giver, it's only nature . .  "

"I live for danger . . "

"All that you got, skin to skin, oh my god . . "

"Don't you stop, boy . . "

"Oh yeah . . "

"Somethin' bout you . . "

"Makes me feel like a dangerous women . . "

"Somethin' bout, somethin' bout . . "

"Somethin' bout you . . "

"Makes me wanna do things that

I shouldn't . . "

"Somethin' bout, somethin' bout, somethin' bout . . "

"All girls wanna be like that . . "

"Bad girls, underneath like that . . "

"You know how I'm feelin' inside . . "

"(Somethin' bout, somethin' bout) . . "

"All girls wanna be like that . . "

"Bad girls, underneath like that . . "

"You know how I'm feelin' inside . . "

"(Somethin' bout, something' bout) . . "

The music continues, but I cease singing, with only a single "Mmm-hmm. Ooh-ooh . . " that is heard from my throat. I love how the entire room changes from blue to pink. How the effects flow so smoothly behind me as if it's a running river.

"Somethin' bout you . . "

"Makes me feel like a dangerous women . . "

"Somethin' bout, somethin' bout . . "

"Somethin' bout you oh oh . . "

"Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't, yeah . . "

"Somethin' bout, somethin' bout, somethin' bout you ohhhh . . "

"All girls wanna be like that . . "

"Bad girls, underneath like that . . "

"You know how I'm feelin' inside . . "

"You know how I'm feelin' inside, baby . . "

"All girls wanna be like that . . "

"Bad girls, underneath like that . . "

"You know how I'm feelin' inside . . "

"(Somethin' bout, somethin' bout) . . "

"(Yeah, there's somethin' bout you boy) . . "

"Huh! . . ahhhh . . "

"(Yeah, there's somethin' bout you boy) . . "

"Somethin' bout, somethin' bout . . "

"Somethin' bout you ohhhh . . "

"(Yeah, there's somethin' bout you boy) . . "

"Yeah, there's somethin' bout you boy . . "

"Somethin' bout, somethin' bout . . "

"Somethin' bout you . . "

I remain seated on this fabulous lounge until I hear cut called out. I couldn't help but start giggling towards the end of filming, as I wonder about what Michael will think when he watches this particular video of mine. I hope I don't embarrass him, he does get embarrassed so easily. I have always found him so cute that way. But no . . I don't want that. This video is nothing more than me loving the man I'm with and expressing how he makes me feel.

Jesse comes over to me, holding a white robe in his hand. "For you, Ms Grande . . ". 

I take it from him gently. "thank you, Jesse . . ". 

He also hands me a bottle of water that I gratefully accept. Ooh, perhaps this iced bottled water will help out in cooling me down. I twist the lid to hear that delightful crackle sound, to then have a sip or two before setting it aside. Jesse walks away but returns seconds later - a newspaper in his hand.

He clears his throat before he speaks.

"The daily paper, Ms Grande . . "

"Thank you, Jesse . . ". I take it from him in somewhat of a hurry, as if it's going to take off running from me. 

I unwrap it with wide eyes as the first thing I see is us - right on the front page. Let's see what things they are saying about Michael. It hurts me, but I want to know about it. My eyes look at the photo of Michael and I which actually causes me to smile and blush from the sight of Michael alone. But this smile quickly disappears along with the fade of the flush of crimson in my cheeks as I then see what has come next. I shake my head, wanting and wishing so badly to rush back to Michael because of yet another nonsense newspaper.

Can Ariana do better? . . 

For me, there is no question. Michael is the one and only. I feel a rush of anger fill up inside me. How dare they?! As they yet again continue to target Michael and his skin. Calling him things like strange, and a freak even. It just makes me sick. I can't believe I do interviews for the media, not all the time, only a handful, with some interviewers going as far as calling me their friend.

Then they go away and print this garbage - I call bullshit. They aren't my friends, fucking none of them. They just talk too much.

Ariana should give Michael up? . . 

Hmm I don't think so. I raise an eyebrow as an idea has just rushed into my mind . . an idea for a new song. Okay media - you think I should give Michael up? Well I'm going to tell you why exactly that isn't going to happen.

to be continued.

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