Mmm... It's a well-known fact that musicians are sexy, but this one takes the cake. He's singing to you right now, can't you just tell? And isn't it just completely droolworthy how he clutches that microphone, lips just inches from the tip and pours out his passion into it?

There's just something about a bad boy. The platinum hair, the eyebrow piercing that just begs to be nibbled, the eyeliner that draws your eyes to his extremely expressive ones, the jewerly 
around his slender neck, and the cut-off shirt that showcases arms you can't help but fantasize about...

A fine specimen of manhood in an Armani suit. Truly, has there ever been anything more undressable in the history of the universe. Can't you just see your hands playing with those lapels, slipping inside, stripping that fine suit right off? Good taste and good treats all rolled up in one delicious package...

We all know our boy can get down and dirty, but damn does he clean up nice, too. Oh, the suit's sexy, to be sure. But no one minds that he's on the verge of stripping straight out of it, right? Maybe you'll help: Lean in to stroke that tie before yanking it off, unbuttoning that shirt, and...yeah...

Uh oh, someone's in trouble. Time to pay for your naughtiness. Whether he wants us to come to him or for him is unclear, but there's no doubt that wicked finger could do both. Getting punished never seemed so hot...or felt so good...

Wrapped in his typical black, but with a twist. Snug, long-sleeved tee and form fitting, leather pants. Combined with that come-hither look in his eyes, all you can think about is slowly peeling away his clothing, your lips trailing behind, licking and nipping at every inch of perfect, alabaster skin...

Who doesn't love a man who hints at danger? He's dark and it calls to you as does the power that emanates from him. You can't wait to find out what he is capable of and what you are capable of with him. He's obviously up and ready for anything...are you up to the challenge?

Blue eyes as turbulent as the sea look deep within you, mesmerizing you and making you his forever. You move in to accept your sweet release, fingers playing lightly with that band of silver before your move upward into the softer silver of his hair. How could such beauty not steal your very soul?

All cuffed up and no place to go. He's writhing under you, trying to keep control. That look of awe he always has when you're on top of him. For good measure you hold him down. And now that you've got the power back, oh the things you can do...

Such passion in his words, hidden wicked pleasures in his voice. Is there anyway you can look at this and not know that he's singing to you, and you alone? And can't you see that same expression without the microphone, face twisted in passion as you...oh yes, just like that!

The way he's staring at you... Those eyes are so wild, full of dark, dangerous passion. A wicked predatory glint that lets you know all too well that you're for dinner, and you'll enjoy every minute of it. Imagine all the naughty things going on in his head. And, oh, the leather...

Sometimes the simplest pictures can be the hottest. Just look at those stunning eyes, drilling right into you, undressing you slowly, sensuously, making you writhe in ecstasy with just a look. There's nothing to do with this Spike but pull him in and lick right up that gorgeous highlighted cheekbone...

Oh, so casual yet so seductive. And you just know whatever he's reaching for will bring hours and hours of bliss. Isn't one tempted to yank him back down and run their tongue all over that chest until he takes over and... Mmm...puddle of goo...

Just ook at him, all naked and just waiting for you to close in and feel every inch of that scrumptous body. Pleading at you with those soft blue eyes. Doesn't it just make you want to run your hands over the landscape of that chest...forever?

Who knows what Spike's praying for, but aren't you begging on your knees to be the one next to him? To trail your fingers one by one over those hard muscles, lean in and nibble on his ear until he's praying to you as his goddess. And how simply divine when he rolls on top of you and has his wicked way...

I think any Spikegasm Initiate would mount this beauty in an instant. Because, really, anything that looks that bad has to be good. And wicked as sin, to boot. Who wouldn't want to straddle that bike, unbuckle that belt, and then see what those naughty fingers can do?

My, what beautiful creatures lurk in this darkness... He's been waiting for you. He knew you couldn't resist the dark intensity of his eyes. And now he wants to spend the rest of the night showing you all the ways he can use the bar to his advantage.

Doesn't he look as if he's looking straight into your soul and seeing all the lovely things you want to do
with him? Naughty, dirty things you think about when you're alone at night? The first of which would be to nibble on that succulent bottom lip...

Any girl's wet dream: This treat wrapped in silk pajamas - the top open to display a sculpted torso and the bottoms snug enough to show that impressive bulge. Tousled bed-hair, just inviting your fingers to run through it. And full lips in an ever-present smirk, communicating without words it's you he wants...

That scrumptious chest is just begging to be tasted. You can almost feel the rippling muscles beneath your tongue, hear his little whimpers of pleasure as you trace those sexy pectorals to perfect abs, and then further. Spike may be your captive, but you're the sweetest tormentor he'll ever know...

Is there anyone who doesn't melt on site every time our gorgeous boy does that Tongue Thing? Such a long, thick, talented tongue, curled up beneath his teeth and just taunting you with the wicked treats in store for you. All you need to do is imagine the things that dexterous tongue could do...

Forget Buffy; Those are your hands, exploring that naked vampire chest for the first time. You can feel the strength and power beneath your fingertips, but your Spike's helpless against the feel of your hot hands. He's moaning, purring, gravitating ever closer until...absolute bliss...

This Spikegasm is a newly vamped Spike. All that pent up Victorian Sexual Repression just waiting to be unleashed, and all for you. Yours, yours, yours... You start by snatching off the hat, then pulling loose the tie and, and, and... Ohhhhh!

So casual, yet so toned. It's a feline strength and grace that screams out that he's a lion in the bedroom. Your hands travel slowly up his chest, brushing over his nipples before trailing up his powerful arms. You finally grab onto the steel pole above him and hoist yourself up to wrap your legs around his hips... 

Pleading blue eyes looking deep into your soul, words of passion crooning from his lips, and that tantalizing little finger on display. Can't you just imagine what naughty things it could do to your body. And, wrapped around it, wouldn't you be willing to do what ever he wished?