Cocksucker Blues
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Intro (a blues, just a random blues)The fat lady dances like a spinning topand everyone falls in love with herThe fat lady dances like a spinning topshowing her surgical steel smileThe fat lady dances like a spinning topdespite of the needle-like high-heeled shoes she wearsThe vile thief grins, shows two lines of rusty saw bladesLeans his head, winks an eye —and that implies too many things—,causes loathingSlides his black tongue between his teeth, a waitress have the urge to pukeFrom the vile...
Part 2 of 2. This follows directly from Pt 1. The continuation and conclusion of the tale. Two people form a relationship that takes a few turns from where either of them expected things to go. There is a bit of violence here, but not too graphic. A few expressions and phrases may be unfamiliar to some. Where I thought appropriate I have marked with an asterisk and a meaning is placed at the end. Thank you to Dimelza Cassidy for much needed advice on 'Blues' bike....
This one is a little more autobiographical than most. But don't take it as truth. If there is such a thing. Hey, everyone has 'history'. Two people form a relationship that takes a few turns from where either of them expected things to go. No real kinkiness, sex or violence. A bit of sorrow and some shared emotion. Now having lost most of you, whoever is left, see what you think. A few expressions and phrases may be unfamiliar to some. Where I thought appropriate I have marked with an...
As soon as he met Amanda, Brett knew that he had found the girl of his dreams. She was beautiful, sexy and clever. She could cook in seven languages, had a happy nature and was the most fun to be with, either in or out of bed. There was never any doubt in his mind, right from the outset, that this was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Then she dumped him.The only explanation she offered him was that he was boring, that he didn’t do anything but play golf. That was a...
Straight SexThis morning began like any other morning for me. I missed most of it. This is what comes of being a night person, you tend to miss most of the mornings, at least that part of the mornings between four and eleven. As far as I was concerned mornings ended not long after my head hit the pillow, and stuttered back to life at eleven. Whoever’s pillow it was didn’t bother me. This morning it was mine, and the one next to it was occupied by ‘Round Heels Rhonda’ who had agreed, when asked, to share my...
Summertime Blues Author's Note: This is an old story of mine which I self-edited using the great suggestions I been receiving. I will go back and edit it more. I want to see how well I could implement the suggestions which I got. Also, I want to give a thanks to all the people who had help me in my writing. It was a bright sunny Saturday afternoon in July yet it was raining in Joe's mind. This was for Joe was having a run of the mill bad day so he headed to the bar for a drink. He...
I like Stormy. Actually I sort of love her in my own twisted way. Get your mind out of the gutter, people. I love pretty near all women, so that's not saying as much as you might think. And she's got a crush on me but she thinks she's so smart that the Mensa folks have her on speed dial or something. And I'd swear she smuggled one of those teeny weeny little video cameras into my house and hooked it into my computer so she could see the webcast of Bob's life. But don't say mean things...
Dirty stories from the barThe Stowaway BarI own a small bar in an industrial area of a big city. During the workday I have a decent crowd for lunch and after work till about 6:00 pm. I have closer friends later and weekends, guys, girls and some couples, many come because it is out of site out of mind. We have a pretty wild time without any neighbors near by. I sell small amounts of cocaine to people I know well and trust.There is a guy Jim and his girlfriend Rose that I used to sell to that...
The bar where Fred sat was crowded and dingy, but it had a television. On the screen, the Cowboys kicker shanked what would have been the winning field goal; a mixture of groans and cheers echoed in the crowded bar. The brunette sitting on Fred's left cursed and slammed her beer down, splashing his left cuff. "Oh hell, I'm sorry!" she spluttered, trying to dab at his sleeve with a napkin. "Look, I'll pay for the cleaning bill..." "That's okay," Fred reassured her, gently...
Straight SexTales of the Enclave: Moaning Lisa Sings the Blues Tales of the Enclave: Moaning Lisa Sings the Bluesby kinkston (On a secluded estate an hour's drive north of New York City lies a highly exclusive retreat known to its wealthy and decadent members simply as the Enclave. Here rock stars, investment bankers, potentates and plutocrats come to dominate and be dominated in privacy and safety, assisted by an elite staff of expert dominatrixes. Also in residence is a select stable of submissive...
The bar where Fred sat was crowded and dingy, but it had a television. On the screen, the Cowboys kicker shanked what would have been the winning field goal; a mixture of groans and cheers echoed in the crowded bar. The brunette sitting on Fred's left cursed and slammed her beer down, splashing his left cuff. "Oh hell, I'm sorry!" she spluttered, trying to dab at his sleeve with a napkin. "Look, I'll pay for the cleaning bill..." "That's okay," Fred reassured her, gently removing...
‘Hey Mike, can I come to your band practice this afternoon?’ Mike played bass in this garage band that was working towards stardom, at least that was what he told everyone. ‘Why?’ ‘I heard Huw talking to a couple of his friends and they seem to think that you’re pretty good.’ What I didn’t tell him was that they all thought the lead singer was a ‘babe’ and that the rest of the band was sort of okay. ‘Okay, but don’t get in the way.’ He was packing his bass and amp into their cases ready to...
Long Gone Lonesome Blues Written and recorded by Hank Williams. Copyright, Acuff-Rose Music, Inc./Hiriam Music (BMI) Author's note: I was sipping on a scotch - Damn, I gotta stay away from that stuff - last night while working through my email. I was playing my Hank Williams playlist on iTunes, and one of the songs caught my ear. It was of course, "Long Gone Lonesome Blues." This is not as well known as many of his other songs but it has always been one of my favorites. Like many country...
I’m a piano player, not a pianist. I started as a pianist when I was eight or nine, but then I heard Honky Tonk Train Blues, or something. I heard James Booker and Professor Longhair, all the New Orleans guys, and it struck me. I had to sound like that. I never will, but I keep on trying. They’re the greatest piano players ever. The rhythm, the music. Spiritual music. A sound like that can heal a broken heart. And Ragtime. I love that too. Still piano players. All the styles are linked. You...
Love StoriesTV Nudist Part 3: WEDDING BELL BLUES by Rachel Saunders Entertainment for adults only, please! All comments, questions, criticisms, etc. are gladly welcomed and greatly appreciated. Thank you! "Oh boy," I said again. Scott was still shaking my hand enthusiastically. Amy stood in the corner, leaning against the kitchen counter. "I told you she was something, didn't I?," Amy asked. Scott just answered with that...
Once again, is this realy a BDSM story? Well, not really but it has, at it's heart, a Femdom relationship and I hope you'll enjoy it.You, the reader, should share in my heartfelt thanks to Estragon, Rhonda's biggest fan, who persuaded me that it was worth my effort and, far more importantly, worth his effort to correct the innumerable errors in grammar and punctuation so that Tracy's story could be properly enjoyed. Any errors that remain are my fault, not his.L.J. Tracy's StoryI was young and...
I am not a novice when it comes to masturbation, I’d actually be very embarrassed to share with you exactly how long I’ve been tickling my own fancy. Yup. Even when there is someone occupying my bed for a time, I find that I still masturbate for various reasons. Proud accomplishments? I’ve discovered that if my mind is properly stimulated, I can orgasm in just under five minutes. I timed it and everything. Yup. Had nothing better to do. I really do like the way I taste. I’ve discovered that if...
ExhibitionismFran was hurrying to get ready. She had a dinner date with her man and didn’t want to miss a moment. It seemed like an age since they had been out for the night. He was so busy with his work lately. When they did finally get together, it was usually at her place or his and time for a quick roll in the sack and then he would be gone again. “I am starting to wonder would I appeal more to him if I turned into a computer program. Maybe then he would show more interest” she said to herself...
Biloxi Blues by Allyssa Davis The following is a true story to the best of my recollection The year was 1995, May as I recall. I had just spent 19 months on the road working in close quarters with other people so I unfortunately could not practice in my secret obsession. I year and 3 months prior I had broken up with a woman that taught me some points as far as dressing as a woman and taught me makeup tips. It was all in fun for her at first, indulging my secret desires,...
Miniskirt blues part two: "Here, let me help you with that," Sarah said grabbing the belt loops on either side of me and swivelling my miniskirt around so that the my flies ran down the middle of my backside. "A girl usually wears the zip of her trousers down her hip and the zip of her skirt or dress behind her. Here, you will need one of my belts." Sarah threaded a pink belt through the loops of my miniskirt. I looked at myself in the mirror, by all appearances I looked like a...
Jacquilt and Stephen sat on the bench and watched Kat and Bitsy spread out the blankets and open the picnic baskets, as the men took off their jackets, rolled up their sleeves and started kicking the ball Rav had brought around. Hank felt like crying, he wanted to join in so badly, he started to walk back to the bench, his whole body seemed to shrink in defeat. Rav ran over picked Hank up and tucked him under his arm, laughing "where do you think your going, you can't go sit on the bench,...
Around the time Gulnaz was immersing herself in the bath waiting for her father's call and Shahabad was walking purposefully towards his sister's suite, at about the same time in another suite a young beautiful woman stood brushing her hair after taking a shower. Shahnaz or Shanu, the younger daughter of Akbar and Gulnaz, looked ravishingly beautiful despite a frown on her forehead. She had inherited the same wavy dark, long and thick hair that her mother had. Her face was as beautiful as...
Harry took his seat on the river bus from Westminster Pier. The boat was, unsurprisingly for the middle of October, almost deserted. Harry scowled out at the afternoon gloom. He didn't see why this meeting couldn't be in a pub. It would have been warmer. A non-descript, rather short man with thinning sandy hair put his head into the boat's saloon. He looked around a few times attempting to appear nonchalant but looking more furtive by the moment. The shabby overcoat and down at heel shoes...
Detective's Blues-Chapter Fourteen Our visit to the sunny island of Jamaica had been a resounding success. Not only had I recovered the advanced prototype of the memory exchange device, but I finally solved the mystery of what had become of my missing male body. Unfortunately, what I had learned was not good. Shortly after Janet had swapped bodies with me, she had exchanged bodies again with the multimillionaire socialite Ted Phillips, who had been promptly murdered. I found myself...
Many thanks to my friend and editor Dawnj! Any mistakes in the story are mine. This is a long story (for me) and I would like to warn my readers that it contains no sex until the second part of chapter 19. If you don’t mind waiting that long, please read on… Prologue Barbra wished she could have skipped 2010. Perhaps things would have been better if that had been possible? She knew they wouldn’t. Still, it had been the absolute worst year of her life. It had started alright. Christmas had...
Detective's Blues - Chapter Fifteen I woke up alone. My head was fuzzy with sleep, and I wasn't quite sure where I was. I stretched lazily, my breasts shifting from side to side as I moved. As I snuggled back into the warm blankets, I became aware of a gentle rocking motion. I lay there yawning as it all slowly came flooding back to me. I used to be a man, but thanks to the memory transfer devise, I was now a woman. I was on board a container ship, steaming away from the...
Casino Blues - by: Martin Y The line at the registration counter seemed endless. We walked to the far end and began our long wait. The bells, whistles, and chimes of the Casino rang through our heads as other, luckier, people gambled away their earnings. "Guess you should've listened to me when I wanted to leave early," April said. She leaned her head to get a view of the long line. "If we'd been here earlier we wouldn't have had to wait." I nodded but didn't say...
Detective's Blues Chapter Seven I sat across from the table from the attractive blonde I'd never met before tonight. She... or was it he? ...carried herself in a self- confident manner, not exactly what I'd expect if what she'd told me was true. I'd been led to believe she was none other that Charlotte Brasswell, a rich heiress who lived in Mclean. Which made the story she'd just told me a little hard to swallow. She claimed to actually be Professor John Phillip Oakton, switched...
Baby Blues By Mistress X The darkness of the alleyway blinded the two men as they emerged from the slightly brighter confines of a local strip club. Cliff and Stu were a pair of collegians who rented an apartment together off campus and a couple of blocks away from this particular club. "Jeez Stu, we need some money coming in," Cliff complained. "Yeah, I guess it's going to be a while before we see the inside of this place again." Stu replied. After a long series of visits to the...
Okay, this is the first of many real stories to come. I always think honesty about sex is hot, so I promise to share nothing but 1) What actually happened and 2) What my honest perceptions were at the time. I'm 27, but this story happened right after i turned 26. So, this one time I was visiting my friend down in central Illinois. He's a pretty good friend of mine, not really as smart as I was, but he is unbelievable with the ladies, a great wing man. I've always felt like I could use a bit of...
ABDUCTION BLUES. by Cassandra Anaconda Morrison This is what happened: It was late one cold and comfortless night when I first noticed the bright light in the Western Sky. It was hovering at about tree level and?for the life of me?I couldn't quite figure out what it was. It didn't seem to be an airplane?at least?not an airplane such as I had ever seen before. So I just stood there shivering on the porch and staring at it. Finally I could stand it no longer. "I'll just...
HumorDetective's Blues Chapter Nine I slowly opened my sleepy eyes and looked around. Sunlight leaked into the darkened room through the half-closed blinds and crept across the hardwood floor toward where I lay on the huge round bed. I glanced at the clock resting on the round table by the bedside. It read 8:03 AM. I yawned and stretched my naked body under the silken sheets as my dreams slowly faded from my mind and the memories of the past few days returned. I was Bill Richmond, a...
Send any comments or suggestions to [email protected] Detective's Blues: Chapter One By Joeshmoe547 Has it been a year already? It seems like only yesterday that I was Bill Richmond, a well-known private investigator in the Washington DC area. My customers where politicians, blue bloods and the well heeled. Today, I'm... well, let me start from the beginning. I was born in the sprawling suburbs of Northern Virginia across the river from the US capitol. My parents were...
Detective's Blues Chapter Eight I sat down on the cot inside the cell and rested my head in my hands. Things were not going at all as I'd planned. Unfortunately, that was something I'd grown used to over the last three crazy days. Ever since I'd been swapped into Janet's curvy female form, anything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Surely I had to be due some luck soon. I turned my head and looked at my companion in the small room. She was at the sink, furiously trying to wash out...
For me, this was the first day of school. I pulled up just as Mike did. I thought about sitting in my car until he went in, but decided I might as well tackle this now. He didn’t see me until I was right next to him. “Oh, shit!” he said as he jumped when he saw me. “Relax.” We walked in without saying a word to each other. Mike kept glancing at me, as did half the people who hung around the front of the school. I think we disappointed them when we didn’t throw down right there. Pam saw us...
Breeding Desiree Falco wasn’t exactly an ugly or unpleasant chore, of course. Nor was breeding her half-sister, Mia, for that matter. Mia was as light and blonde as Desiree was dark and black, mind you. Something clicked in my mind and it dawned on me ... Sarah was Desiree’s half-sister, just as Mia was! Just different halves, that was all. Sarah and Desiree had the same mother, but different fathers. Mia and Desiree had the same father, but different mothers. They were all basically sisters...
Detective's Blues Chapter Two Wednesday, June 30, 2001 I awoke with Janet's alarm clock buzzing in my ear. I rolled over onto my side to switch it off, and the feeling of my breasts shifting as I moved brought it all back to me. I was Bill Richmond, a prosperous Washington D.C. private eye. I was trapped in Janet Washington's rather voluptuous body and forced to assume her identity. She had left me a note saying she had left town, and I had no idea where she or my body...
Detective's Blues Chapter Four By joeshmoe547 Thursday, July 1, 2002 I awoke between Jim and James as the morning sun filtered through the abandoned warehouse's dirty windows. I was snuggled against James' broad back, my breasts crushed between us, as I pressed close against him to ward off the early morning chill. I could feel Jim behind me, his hips curled tight against mine. My head ached slightly from the beer I had drunk last night as I sat up. Groggily, I thought...
Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: September 6, 2010) Chapter 6 - Hospital Blues The constant hum of machinery and the intermittent beeping were the first things that I became aware of. The smell of antiseptic was next. I opened my eyes a moment later. A...
A Cinderella Spell - Chapter 3, Dancing the Blues Away "Beth." "BETH!" "ELIZABETH VICTORIA BENNET!!!" shouted my Mam from downstairs. I sat up in bed and wiped the sleep from my eyes. Whatever's wrong it must be urgent for her to use my full name including a middle name I didn't realise I had. "WHAT?" I shouted back. "DON'T "WHAT" ME YOUNG LADY," she shouted back up again. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE FITTED FOR THREE DRESSES THIS MORNING BEFORE YOU TURN UP FOR PRACTICE AND YOU'RE...
Sunday Night Blues in the Middle Class (Redux) The people around us, whores, pimps, junkies and bums, stared in disbelief; but I was too high to care. Time flowed past, slowly, like water; I looked down, into dark brown eyes, as my slave forced my hard cock into her throat. My hand, wrapped in Jessica’s dark curls, pushed her even further and I moaned in pleasure. It was late night in the worst part of town; my back was to an empty store front, the broken windows to either...
Bob had the blues so bad he figured if he was able to look in the mirror he'd look like Grover, Harry, or Cookie -- the fuzzy and blue monsters from Sesame Street, which he was currently watching because the remote had stopped working and he couldn't get out of bed to change the channel. He knew the batteries in the remote were okay; he'd just put them in last week or maybe it had been the week before. With the day he had had yesterday, it was kind of hard to remember things. He was...
A little later the girls were sitting at their table having a last drink as most of the crowd were leaving. Several people had approached them, mostly to welcome Jenny and thank her for playing. Jenny was amused by the way Kate seemed to try to get between Jenny and every woman that came over but eventually she pulled the girl down into the chair beside of her to keep Kate still. “So Jenny,” Julie asked smirking at Jenny, “Is there something you forgot to tell us?” “Well not really, up...
Tuesday, December 19th Dave was about to go out to lunch with some co-workers when his telephone rang. "Dave Bernard speaking." "Mr. Bernard, please don't hang up on me. Give me a chance to say what I have to say and at least think about it." "Why would I hang up on you?" "I have something to discuss with you. I would prefer to do it face-to-face and privately. Would you be agreeable to that?" "You'll have to tell me who you are first." "My name is Dr. Olivia Barrett. I am...
‘Oh my god!’ I cried as I came home from a date to find my husband had packed his clothes and left the baby untended. The baby was choking on a bead and rolling around on the floor. I called the ambulance, just in time. I was in shock. All because I wanted a little fun out of life, my child almost lost his! It all began the day Jeffy was born. I was terribly unhappy. There I was, only 19 years old, saddled with a husband who drank so much that he couldn’t satisfy me, and now with a baby too!...
Hi! So Helplessness Blues is my first attempt to write anything like this. I actually am working on a much longer story, but I sort of dreamed this up in the last few days. Admittedly, it’s a bit fluffy with fairly one-dimensional characters. The story actually did start as a rather unpleasant dream I had recently, although I think it ended well. I don’t remember which parts were from the dream and which I made up except that the dildo was definitely not from the dream and the twins were....
I’m a piano player, not a pianist. I started as a pianist when I was eight or nine, but then I heard Honky Tonk Train Blues, or something. I heard James Booker and Professor Longhair, all the New Orleans guys, and it struck me. I had to sound like that. I never will, but I keep on trying. They’re the greatest piano players ever. The rhythm, the music. Spiritual music. A sound like that can heal a broken heart. And Ragtime. I love that too. Still piano players. All the styles are linked. You...
I lived in a third-floor apartment. Tashita lived under me, in the second-floor apartment. How we met was pure happenstance, as was what transpired after we met.It was a warm spring afternoon and I decided to play hooky from work, to stay home and just chill. I had the stereo cranked up and admittedly, was jamming, having a good afternoon. I didn’t think anyone would care because surely, most folks would be at work.The banging on my door startled me. I quickly turned down the music and cracked...
InterracialAs dawn broke I got out of my car in the car park, thinking of nothing in particular. As I walked to the underground elevator, I quickly look back at my joy and lock the doors with the familiar beep and flash of lights. Pulled my over coat closed as a breeze of bisque morning coolness blew through the car park. Arriving at the elevator, the quiet air of silence that only early morning offers. Still waiting...finally the audible bell as the doors open, still moving in a robotic manner as every...
SRU: Election Blues By Radioactive Loner The rain was whapping itself in big, fat droplets against the windowpanes of the town's mall as an individual slowly walked through the corridors, that person's eyes darting left and right, in search of an old-fashioned store with a name few would take seriously ... "Spells R Us." Of course, what approached that homey storefront was a former customer, who knew that the shop's potions, curios, and knick-knacks were all too serious. As...
Detective's Blues - Chapter 3 By Joeshmoe547 Wednesday, June 30, 2001 I lost track of time while I was trapped in the trunk. At first I could heard the sounds of traffic and the tooting of horns to indicate that we where still in the city. Gradually our speed picked up and the city noises faded behind us. In all the years that I had been a practicing private detective, this was by far the weirdest caper I had ever been involved in. I'd been trapped in Janet Washington's...
Authors note: This story was inspired by Femur's Lovingly Modified Romance Comic covers, specifically af054.jpg. I wrote it when femur asked me for a story. This was the one I originally intended to start with but, for various reasons, I ended up writing other stories first. ALTERED FATES: G.I.BLUES By BobH. (c) 2003 For John Geddes this five day furlough could not have come soon enough. Six days from now he and his unit would be shipping out to become part of a...
Lipstick Blues by Peggy Sue It all started at the Jewish Community Center. There was a pageant and I was Moses receiving the 10 Commandments. There were lots of 12 and 13- year olds in the pageant and we were assembled beforehand when suddenly there appeared a young man and women in our midst who were putting lipstick on everyone and rubbing a little of it on our cheeks. My heart filled with terror and I didn't know why. I saw that people had lined up in front of the man and the...
It was so easy. I was thinking about our relationship now. My husband (at the time) and I were participating in a special archeological study of a tribe which had no previous contact with modern man. We are both in our early 30s. I am rather tall at 5' 10" 140 lbs. with long blond hair and (if I do say so myself) a killer body!) Stan, my husband, was a shrimp at 5' 6", 120 lbs. with a physic of a child. He had longish brown hair with somewhat gentle features. A real Nerd! ...
Smoking Blues by Brenda @2019 "Hey Bren," called my assistant Sarah. The home office called while you were out smoking. You Better call Mr. C back. He didn't sound happy!" "Okay, thanks dear. I will call him back straight away," I replied as I headed to my office. As I was opening my door Sarah continued. "You know, you really have been taking a lot of smoke breaks lately. We are all concerned about your health. You are the first boss we have had here that knows how to treat people...
I, satyam and suri are like minded batch mates at engineering college… despite busy with well paid jobs we maintained constant contact…continued to do so even after getting married … to implement our student day pact…met periodically to review progress …decided that nothing can be done till each of us became parents of two kids…and waited…a year later, i am blessed with twins …satyam and suri had a kid each … ‘…fellows…i am more ready than you…‘i often teased them…two years passed by… a week...
Even Cowgyrls Get the Blues! Gay interr trans morph TJ Ryder http://www.sissytrain.com/date year 2054Place New South African republic of Obeah.*****************************************************************pic 1 The lightning and heavy rain lit up the grim brickbuilding of the orphanange, its placque the only bitof ornamentation on its street-facing side exceptfor long, high narrow windows Ojobango Banto...
Chapter 1. Lifes a Beach(Even Ponygirls Sometimes Get the Blues, Aurelius c. 2002)It was a fine evening for a walk along the beach. On Rabbit Island every evening was a fine evening for a walk alongthe beach! The scenery, the tropical climate and the idyllic locationmade it so.Kate and Jessica ambled bare-foot across the soft wet sand at thewaters edge, both captivated by the radiance of the pumpkin redsun sinking rapidly on the maritime horizon. They marvelled how muchquicker the...