Rafael s Piano A Love Story
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On the way she engaged in a self examination. It was one of her ways. She’d cultivated a kind of honesty with herself that she was very strict about. She wanted to have one of those sessions now and talk to herself about what was happening with Rafael.
‘Okay, girl,’ she said out loud—her way. ‘Are you being silly? Stupid? A bit crazy? How does it feel?’
She thought about that, letting the past few days replay themselves in her mind. She came to an initial conclusion quickly. This is what her self dialogue was like:
‘It feels as exciting as anything I’ve ever done.’
‘Even Carolyn?’ was the next question.
‘Yes, actually even more exciting than Carolyn!’
‘What about professional standards and such? Conflicts?’
‘With my personal sex life? I don’t think so.’
‘What if he’s temporary?’
‘I won’t let that real possibility keep me from living this present reality and from finally doing things that I’ve so often thought about, dreamt about, fantasized about and longed for.’
Catherine realized that she was sliding into a really good place with this.
‘Are we sure?’
‘As sure as we can be!’
Then the conclusion:
‘Then do what you have planned for today, enjoy it.’
Her own ego struggle came out on the side of continuing what she had started with Rafael. She was pleased, she was relieved, and she knew, was dead certain about the fact that she wasn’t just kidding herself.
When she got to school, she gave herself time for a cup of coffee at the student center. A number of students saw her and nodded to her. She acknowledged them. After a while, a voice said to her, as she was looking over some notes for 11 AM, and sipping coffee:
‘Dr. Little, may I join you?’
The voice struck her, her senses were immediately alive, when she recognized Rafael’s voice. She looked up and flushed a little. She suppressed a notion to do something to recognize him and declare her newly found agreement with what she’d offered him. She backed off and said instead:
‘Rafael, please do join me, how are you?’
He sat and gave her a smile that said everything it needed to.
She responded with a quiet: ‘Yes, sir.’
‘You’ve been thinking?’ he asked softly.
‘About the whole thing,’ she said, ‘Big debate, major cross examination me to myself.’
She hesitated and said:
‘What I’ve offered you is absolutely right, correct for me. I don’t regret a word or an action.’
He smiled at that and said:
‘So good to hear that, Associate Professor Little. Even the spanking!”
‘I’m afraid especially the spanking,’ she said, in almost a whisper, ‘I don’t understand that but it’s true.’
‘Catherine love,’ he said softly, ‘You are so delicious.’
‘Thank you, sir,’ she answered.
Right then they were interrupted.
‘Dr Little, Rafael, hey!’ A voice from the direction of the food line said breaking into their conversation.
They both looked and coming toward them with a big smile was Bonnie Braum.
‘Hi, Bonnie,’ Catherine said.
‘Hey, Bonnie,’ Rafael said.
‘Am I interrupting?’ Bonnie asked as she neared the table.
‘No,’ Catherine said. Then she turned to Rafael and said:
‘Thank you, Rafael, I’ll have the paper back today at our 11 AM class.’
‘You’re welcome, Dr. Little,’ Rafael said, as Catherine got up and walked away.
‘The perpetually overlooked Catherine,’ Bonnie said in a conspiratorial voice, as she slid into a seat at the table with Rafael.
‘So what’s up with the most overlooked babe in captivity?’ Bonnie said.
‘Oh, just stuff about a philosophy paper that I wrote,’ he answered.
‘Boring!’ Bonnie said in an exaggerated fashion. ‘But isn’t she a babe!’
‘She is attractive,’ Rafael said.
‘Attractive, hell, Rafael, Catherine Little, the perpetually overlooked, is eating stuff, Rafe!’ she brayed.
‘Don’t call me ‘Rafe’,’ he said, and she grinned, knowing full well that he didn’t like it.
‘Don’t be a bitch, Bonnie,’ he said softly, ‘It doesn’t get you any points.’
‘Rafael,’ she said then, leaning toward him, ‘You are so delicious that I’d do you first, if I did guys at all, which I don’t usually. I might even rate you up there with Catherine the perpetually overlooked.’
‘Awfully nice of you, Bonnie,’ he answered in a somewhat bored tone of voice.
‘Aw, Rafael, don’t be that way, I’m sorry that I needled you, and I do have a piece of news.’
‘Yes,’ he asked.
‘There’s a party on Saturday, I want you to come and bring a date,’ she said.
‘Okay, okay, the date only if you want to,’ Bonnie said holding up her hands. ‘I don’t know what you’re trying to save yourself for, Rafael, you’re smoking hot.’
‘Thank you, Bonnie,’ he said, ‘Maybe I’ll come. But no drugs? I’m not interested in a drug party.’
‘No drugs, a small group,’ she said, holding up her hands again, ‘I’ve made that clear, and you know that I can make that stick. But maybe, just maybe some sex! If you bring a date, make sure that she dresses hot! I want to look over whoever you bring. You’d share wouldn’t you? I mean with your friend Bonnie?’
He laughed at her brazenness: ‘You know, Bonnie, I might!’
‘That’s the spirit!’ she said, ‘So, get out there and get a date, make it a hot one.’
He laughed again.
‘Hey, I know,’ she brayed again, holding her face in toward him, as though conspiratorially, ‘Bring Catherine the perpetually overlooked Little! But make her dress hot and not dowdy!’
He laughed harder then, as she grinned at him with her witticism.
‘Okay, Bonnie, I’ll do just that!’ he said through his laughter.
She finished her coffee and got up from the table with an air kiss and a ‘Ta!’, leaving him sitting there and smiling to himself.
She was composed and professional, when she went to her 11 AM philosophy seminar. The class was an hour and a quarter. They had a discussion of the works they were reading for the first 45 minutes. Then she gave them a reading assignment and told them she’d distribute their papers and would speak to some of them about the papers.
She wandered around the room from the left front to the right rear. It was there that Rafael always sat, in the very back. She got to him only after a while. She handed him the folder with his paper.
‘This was very well done, Rafael,’ she said, and managed, as she spoke to rub her calf against his leg. He leaned the leg back to mimic the pressure of her leg. ‘I liked the way you expressed yourself. Thank you for good work. I have included more comments inside the folder.’
He opened the folder, and went through the pages. The grade was an A+, which they both knew that he deserved. But then he turned over the last page and there, attached to the back of the folder were two photos. It was all that he could do to not hoot out loud at the discovery.
In the first photo, Catherine was lounging in the doorway of her bedroom, totally naked, and grinning at him, via the camera.
But the next photo was the one that really got him.
In this photo she was in the same doorway only with her back turned to the camera. She was still naked and showing her magnificent ass but on it she’d written, just above the ass cheeks: ‘This ass belongs to Rafael!’ and across the ass cheeks themselves: ‘Spank me, Fuck My Ass!’ Beneath the swell of her ass cheeks was written the words: ‘Rafael, you’re my Master!’
He looked up at her and she was blushing.
‘Thank you, Doctor Little, for the kindness of this.’
‘You’re welcome, Rafael,’ she said softly. ‘You deserve it.’
She moved away then and he turned his attention to his laptop. He went to ‘Mail’ and wrote her a note on her private mail address:
‘You fucking hot bitch! You are gorgeous! Wait until I get m
y teeth in that ass tonight!’
Her response came to him immediately:
‘The ass is yours: play with it, bite it, slap it, fuck it! It would all please me!’ she signed it: ‘Your Slave, Catherine!’
He closed his laptop, and looked up in time to see her staring at him and smiling vaguely. Then there was a knock on the door.
Catherine went to the door and was given an envelope from the school president.
She spoke up to them:
‘Class a special treat, I’m going to let you go now. I need to go and see President Graves.’
There was a bit of clapping and the students got up and filed out. Rafael with them, making no attempt to wait for her. She appreciated his being so cautious, and was looking forward to that evening eagerly.
Again, she knew that the decision that she’d made was one that was right for her and her life right then.
The president’s secretary announced her and she was shown into the office. He stood, smiling at her, as she entered.
‘Catherine, thank you for coming so quickly. I wanted to talk to you personally before this got to the school paper, which will be tonight.’
‘Sir?’ she said, mystified.
He smiled again and said, his smile broadening:
‘You’ve been granted tenure by the Board and awarded the title of full professor, with entitlement to the salary that pertains.’
‘Oh,’ she said in a tiny voice. Then:
‘Forgive me, President Graves, I might just cry!’
‘A well earned cry,’ he said, ‘If ever I knew one to be so.’
She sobbed a bit and said: ‘Thank you, sir, for giving me the news in this personal way. I really appreciate that.’
‘Don’t mention it, Catherine, you’re an asset to this school, everyone knows that.’
‘Thank you again,’ she said, ‘I, uh, have a class.’
‘Yes, of course,’ she said.
As she went toward the room where her class would be, she saw Rafael in the hall way. He stopped her:
‘Professor Little,’ he said with emphasis. ‘Congratulations!’
‘Thank you, Rafael,’ she said softly.
‘Celebration and a gift tonight,’ he continued. Then in an even softer voice:
‘Your ass tomorrow.’
Matching his tone, she said:
‘Thank you so much, sir, for this, I appreciate it from you, and will abide by your desire about tonight and tomorrow.’
‘Good girl,’ he said to her sotto voce! ‘I’ll leave you go now for class.’
The news was out and about, when Catherine walked into her last class for the day, Intro to Philosophy, the class stood and applauded.
She smiled at them and said: ‘If you’re trying to see a philosophy professor cry, you’re going about it the right way.’
They laughed and hooted at that.
The rest of the day was a joy. The good and kind wishes of many of the students and other faculty were quickly forthcoming and Catherine reveled in it all.
She arrived at home, and saw that the truck was already parked there. She went in and, quickly after entering the house heard a soft knock on the door to the basement apartment and Rafael came in.
‘Professor!’ he said regally, holding out his arms.
She went to him quickly and put herself against him, and breathed him in.
‘I’m in such an ecstatic mood,’ she said.
‘Of course you are, Catherine, love,’ he said, ‘And you deserve it, you are a first class teacher. You teach about as well as you fuck, and that’s saying a lot!’
Her response was simply to reach up and kiss him. She broke the kiss for a few seconds and said quietly:
‘Please maul me!’
His hands went to her ass over her skirt and he grabbed two hands full of her ass cheeks.
‘Yes, some mauling,’ he said, ‘But shopping and a celebration for you is our main thing. And I mean to buy you a gift, especially after your conversation with yourself, which I’m sure was a thorough one.’
‘It was,’ she said. ‘And myself and me like what we’re doing and what I’ve offered you.’
‘Good to hear,’ he said, ‘But tell me what do you need to do to get ready?’
‘Quick shower? May I?’ she asked.
‘We have time, yes, I showered after my PE workout today but I demand to be able to watch the Professor shower,’ he said.
‘The Professor wouldn’t have it any other way,’ she said, then she ‘eeeeped’.
‘Problem?’ he asked.
‘I threw the rest of my panties away,’ she said, ‘And kept only the black ‘grannies’ that I’m wearing and the rose ones, which are dirty too. I don’t have any panties to wear!’
‘Then we’d better shop for them first!’ he said.
‘Am I going to the mall without panties?’ she asked softly.
‘Exactly so, Professor!’ he said.
‘That’s so exciting!’ she answered, and got on tip toe to kiss him.
She went into the shower, while he watched her. It excited her to be on display this way. When she was done, she selected a regular skirt and blouse, plus a bra and low heels. Then she was ready.
‘Do we have time for one piece from the piano?’ she asked.
He smiled and said: ‘For the newly made Professor, of course we do.’
He sat down and played some Mozart for her, while she listened and enjoyed.
When he was done, she plastered herself against him. He said to her:
‘We need to look for some skirts, nice but shorter, maybe pleated, stylish.’
‘Oh,’ she sighed, ‘I’ve never been that.’
‘But you’re about to become that,’ he answered.
‘Thank you so much, sir,’ she said.
‘And a gift, like I said, to celebrate,’ he went on.
‘And a gift! Ohhhhhh!’ she said excitedly.
‘May I ask you please to sleep with me tonight? I promise to do whatever you want! Anything dirty that comes to your mind!’ she asked next.
‘Tonight will be for love,’ he said, ‘All and only love.’
‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’ she crooned with her head against his chest.
They went to the store and shopped for panties first. She got, with his help and selection, two weeks worth of new panties, many with matching bras.
‘Fashion show?’ she asked. ‘May I?’
‘That might be just the thing,’ he said, smiling at her in return.
Then it was a few skirts and some blouses.
‘This is so much fun with you, Rafael,’ she said. ‘I love the way that you take care of me!’
‘That’s because my Catherine is worth taking care of!’ he answered. She put her arm through his as they went down the mall.
They stopped for dinner and talked, while they ate.
‘Do you know that our Bonnie has a great physical yen for you?’ he asked.
‘Really,’ she asked in return.
‘Really,’ he said. ‘How does that make you feel?’
‘I don’t know,’ she said, thinking, ‘I guess it kind of turns me on.’
She stopped for a moment and explained:
‘I mean, I’ve been afraid of giving in to those kinds of thoughts and, uh, desires all my life. I have been so afraid of finding myself a . . .’
‘A lesbian?’ he provided.
‘Yes, exactly, but it’s so different now.’
‘How?’ he asked, smiling, knowing where she was going.
‘I love your cock so much,’ she said quietly.
‘My, my the language on the woman,’ he said grinning ‘And you a full professor and all!’
‘It’s appalling,’ she admitted with her own matching grin. ‘But it’s too true, you have been such a revelation to me. I can hardly put it into words that will suffice.’
After a hesitation, she said:
‘If you’d allow it, I’d get down on the floor here and kiss your feet, it’s crazy but it’s the way I feel right now.’
His smile at that filled her entire world. ‘I love that in you,’ he said, ‘The surge of honesty is so refreshing. You’re natural and that is a great, great thing.’
Then with an almost leer, he whispered to her:
‘Tonight, you get to show that!’
‘And I will, sir,’ was her response.
‘But I wanted to tell you that our Bonnie has invite
d me to a party on Saturday and asked me to bring a date.’
‘Oh, a date!’ she said. ‘Anyone in mind?’ she asked, being fresh.
‘Angling for a spanking, prof?’ he replied.
‘Usually am,’ was her response, grinning.
‘She referred to you as ‘the perpetually overlooked Catherine’, she told me to bring you with me. She thought that she was being smart!’
‘We’ll show her!’ she said.
‘I guess,’ was his reply, ‘But let me tell you what I want for that night. I want you to be walking breathing sex! I want you smoking hot. Do some shopping, you know, short pleated skirt and some kind of blouse that is amazing, showing off your tits a bit.’
He hesitated and then said: ‘And Bonnie will want a shot at you, you know.’
She giggled: ‘Oh, I like the sound of this. I promise that I won’t disappoint you.’
‘I know that, Catherine, love,’ he said, as they went back to their meal.
They walked the mall a bit, after the meal.
‘Here,’ he said stopping at a jewelry store. ‘The gift!’
‘The gift? Here?’ she asked.
‘Yes, let’s go,’ he answered.
They went into the store and were waited on by an older woman, to whom Rafael said:
‘We want an ankle bracelet, a slave bracelet!’
The woman’s eyebrows shot up, and Catherine let out a little audible sigh. They were, however, shown the possibilities and picked a lovely one with a heart.
‘We’ll take that one,’ he said.
‘That’s so exciting,’ she said, as they left the store, ‘My own slave bracelet.’
‘Others might know or guess,’ he said.
‘I don’t care!’ she remarked, ‘I’ll know and you’ll know, and besides I’m tenured!’ she crowed then.
‘You’re the package, Catherine,’ he said to her, ‘Just the package.’
‘Because you make me that,’ she said.
‘Now, home,’ he said then, ‘Fashion show to piano music!’
‘Ohhhhhhh, how wonderful,’ was her enthusiastic reply.
As it turned out, it wasn’t strip tease, or burlesque, it was a tasteful showing of her new underwear to the strains of Chopin on the piano. She appeared in pinks, and light blues, in peach colored undies, and pearl white ones, in red, and some very sexy black things, in red and black thongs, and stretch lace and boy legs.
She loved every single moment of it. For her last offering, she appeared in the music room, as he was finishing an etude by Chopin in a pink thong, with the back string pulled up neatly inside of her ass crack.
It was the only thing that she was wearing, when she entered the room for the last part of the ‘show’. He stopped his playing and said softly:
‘Look at you!’
‘Trying to please the Master,’ she said softly.
‘Definitely pleasing the master,’ was his reply.
‘Request, please, Master, may I?’ she asked.
‘Of course, Catherine love,’ he answered.
‘Do my ass! Please!’ she asked softly.
‘You certainly know how to please a man!’ he said. Then:
‘Let’s do this the right way, bitch.’
The use of the sudden ugly word elicited a groan from Catherine, who said a quick:
‘Yes, sir!’
‘Panties off and on your hands and knees,’ he began, ‘Crawl to the living room, I want you draped over the arm of the couch with that lovely, rounded ass on display and ready for me.’
She did as she was told, taking off her thong and then she went to her hands and knees, loving every second of this kind of giving in and being told what to do. It was so outside of her normal experience that it was a constant discovering process and a huge turn on.
As she set out to do his bidding, she looked over her shoulder at him, smiled and wiggled her ass at him. He reacted quickly. His belt was off in an instant and he gave her a good hard whack on the ass with the belt. She squealed and said in a loud voice:
‘Crawling! Crawling now! Just doing what my Master told me to do right now! Crawling!’
‘You’d better,’ he warned.
Then she flashed him the same kind of smile and wiggled her ass again, winning for herself two more hit with the belt.
‘Crawling again, and behaving now!’ she said quickly.
Rafael laughed. ‘You are a handful, woman!’ he said to her.
She smiled at him and blew him an air kiss, as she draped herself over the arm of the couch.
He left her there hanging over the arm of the couch for a number of minutes. She was eager, she knew that she was already wet and didn’t know how this new experience would affect her. But she tried to be patient.
‘Remember that you’re the slave!’ she said to herself.
Then she felt him, at first she sensed his presence, but then she felt his breath on the back of her thighs and finally his lips, tongue, as he licked his way up the back of her thighs.
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Wife LoversWhen you love an artist, sometimes you feel as if you are loving alone. The love they have for their art wells up inside of them, expands and nothing else can remain. That is what makes them what they are, extraordinary, with gifts that only God can hand out. Then there are times when the love they have for you becomes focused. It is overwhelmingly beautiful and beyond the imagination. When an artist loves, he loves so deeply and profoundly. They can touch you or just look at you in such a way...
Love StoriesI was spanked by my piano tutor once. She was a middle-aged housewife type. Overall, a very sweet lady, but as I found out she could be quite vicious when she was angry. I think she felt that a spanking was justified because I went to a Catholic school that still used paddling. If my teachers could do it, why not my piano tutor as well? Ha. You’d think that the threat of spanking would have motivated me to practice, and I guess it usually did, but I could be awfully lazy sometimes too. I was...
A Piano Maid The first sensation to return to Chris was a slow, deep throb in the back of his neck. Each breath hurt, but the pain was neither sharp nor overwhelming. His neck also had a full range of motion, which in a semi-conscious way he recognized as he rotated it in a circle. In his dizzied state, he was still certain somebody had knocked him unconscious. The second sensation to come to Chris's attention was the ache in his crotch. In his muddled state, he couldn't...
Looking back now, I can hardly believe that my parents agreed to me being spanked by my sexy piano teacher. I chose to learn the piano when I was 11, thinking I would soon be able to play all the latest pop music. I was still being made to play proper piano pieces and it wasn’t cool for a 16 year old boy to play the piano so I decided to give it up. My Dad had other ideas and insisted that I continue with the lessons as it would be another ‘positive’ on my university applications. I might have...
SpankingJen walked gleefully down the hall to greet her favorite pupil. The thought of spending this regular hour with Greg always had her virtually skipping towards her door, a feeling that went beyond her appreciation of his boyish good looks and gentle, personable, manner. “Hey there Mr. Guitar.” She smiled her usual greeting to him, a gently ribbing reference to his first instrument. “Hi Teacher.” Greg beamed back as he followed her into the house and closed the door behind them. ...
Straight SexTo say Rachael was angry at her mother was just an understatement.She was furious at her,twice in a row had she...
Jen walked gleefully down the hall to greet her favorite pupil. The thought of spending this regular hour with Greg always had her virtually skipping towards her door, a feeling that went beyond her appreciation of his boyish good looks and gentle, personable, manner. “Hey there Mr. Guitar.” She smiled her usual greeting to him, a gently ribbing reference to his first instrument. “Hi Teacher.” Greg beamed back as he followed her into the house and closed the door behind them. He...
Sarah woke with a start to the sound of her mobile phone chiming. A new text message from Baz, her internet lover had come through. Check your email it said. Sarah pulled her laptop off the bedside cabinet and switched it on. What could be so important that he’d wake me up so early on a Saturday morning she thought? There was only one message in her inbox – A Little Night Reading was the title in the subject box. Any thought of a stern rebuke was instantly forgotten as she clicked to open her...
As you can read in part one I was made to undress totally before being given the cane by my piano teacher Miss Edwards and then she spanked my cock because I got an erection. I couldn't help it, she's slim, young and very attractive even though her glasses make her look a little strict. Two weeks later I was a little early for my piano lesson and a very pretty dark haired lass, not much older than me, with puffy red eyes, was leaving in some distress. I realised I wasn’t the only one getting...
SpankingI’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 StoriesI arrive late from the office, tired from the long day at the office, looking forward to seeing her, as I slip quietly in the front door, I hear the sounds of the Adagio from Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata being played on the piano in the music room, Marina is a classical trained pianist. I walk slowly over to her, say nothing, but place my hands on her neck and give a little squeeze - she turns to look over her shoulder, smiles, then returns her attention to the piano. She looks so beautiful...
Saturday Morning and it is time for my lesson..............I had decided I needed to expand my horizons and decided to learn how to play the piano.I have scoured the web and found a very talented lady who also, truth be told, always dressed well and got my cock twitching............Normal attire for you was skirt, hosiery (stockings or tights to be determined - however either always please), lovely smelling hair, a figure hugging blouse or T-shirt and low heels.I knocked on the door of your...
It is my final piano lesson before my recital on Sunday. This will will be the end of my piano lessons. I am not too sad about that. My piano teacher, Mrs. North, is at the hospital sitting by her sick aunt's bedside. She is terminally ill and has only a little while to live. Her husband, also an accomplished pianist and teacher, is subbing for her. He sits beside me on the bench. I run through my recital program. I can't help but notice as I glance down at the keys that he is wearing walking...
They were in bed later, talking quietly and generally. ‘Please move in with me, Rafael!’ she said to him. ‘Let’s make this our home. I promise, promise that I’m not trying to hem you in or tie you down. I do.’ ‘Our home! Yes,’ he said. Then added: ‘Go ahead, tie me down, hem me in!’ ‘I love you,’ she said softly, and he kissed her. ‘And I need you to know,’ she went on, ‘This doesn’t change any part of my declaration, any part of my desire to be a slave, sex slave especially, to you. It...
From outside the French windows, I had spied on a 17 year old girl, the same age as me, as she was made to strip by the piano teacher, Miss Edwards and then I saw her caned. Just ten minutes later Miss Edwards caught me watching and forced me to undress in front of the girl, Jenny, before she punished me with a cane. At the end of my ordeal Miss Edwards suggested to Jenny that she should stay behind after her next piano lesson to watch me being punished again. So, here I was, a week later and...
Looking back now, I can hardly believe that my parents agreed to me being spanked by my sexy piano teacher. I chose to learn the piano when I was 11, thinking I would soon be able to play all the latest pop music. I was still being made to play proper piano pieces and it wasn’t cool for a 16 year old boy to play the piano so I decided to give it up. My Dad had other ideas and insisted that I continue with the lessons as it would be another ‘positive’ on my university applications. I might...
When my husband left me, saying he has fallen in love with another, I felt numb. I couldn't believe it. But, I had no time to wallow in the pain I felt. I had two kids now to take care of, alone, full-time. I decided a part-time job, along with the job I already had was the answer. I could do it at home as well. Piano lessons had always brought me joy. I let it slip as the children got older, focusing more on them. * Now it is a year later, my husband is now my ex, my kids are stable, happy...
MILFThis story begins in 2006. I was coming up on a move from Anchorage, Alaska to Columbia, South Carolina. I decided to use some online dating sites to maybe lay some groundwork to hook up with some women in SC. I had started talking to this (as I saw in photos) extremely cute, busty 18 year old girl. We shall call her Diane for the sake of anonymity. We talked casually for a few months via Yahoo messenger and grew to know quite a bit about each other. She was a big fan of my favorite band...
As soon as Rachael reached her home that night after losing her virginity to her piano teacher,she went straight away to her bedroom before making a 'headache'excuse to her mother.Rachael locked the door of her room and stripped down naked.She spread her legs and looked at her pussy.Her vaginal lips were swollen making them appear more pink than usual.Rachael saw a hint of blood on the insides of her vagina,she wiped it clean with her ruined panties.Her pussy was still very sensitive and...
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...
If you read Painful Piano Lessons - Part 4, you’ll know that I watched Alison being caned stark naked before she helped ‘Miss’ cane me in a most embarrassing way. As she was leaving, Alison pushed a note into my hands and made it perfectly clear that she would like to meet up with me again. I was not going to turn down that offer. I called her and we chatted for a while before I suggested we meet up. Alison told me that her parents were away for the weekend so I could go over to her house. I...
SpankingAll of my stories are based on real events that occurred in my life. However, I reserve the right to embellish, modify, add, or omit anything. Enjoy!I could feel my hands tensing. My back and arms were aching. All I could think about was pleasing him as I kept pushing the limit of my body. The room echoed with sound, louder and louder. Until he reached over my shoulder, closed the piano book, and said "I think that's enough for today." There was a subtle hint of disappointment in his voice. I...
Suggested music - Depeche Mode - World in my eyes / Policy of Truth / Duran Duran - The Man Who Stole a Leopard.The smell of perfume was so thick that it could intoxicate you alone, save for the expensive alcohol-filled bottles, carefully lined up on the bar shelves, like museum pieces, shinning from the small lamps placed under them, meant to draw your attention and seduce you into each and every one of them.I made my way to the end of the room, opposite of the entrance door I had just come in...
Love StoriesDISCLAIMER:The following story is purely fiction and should not be taken any further than being read as erotic literature. As a contribution to the erotic literature community, I offer this story intended for a mature audience only. The views expressed in this story are not my own, and if such sexual topics offend you, please do not read on.Story codes: mf hardcore, preg, intr, feet, rom, petite, creampieSynopsis: A radiant young piano teacher encounters someone of ambiguous dark ethnicity and...
I closed my eyes, letting the beautiful melodies of the classical piece wash over me. The bay window was openin front of my grand piano, and a cool late evening breeze was floating into the room. A smile quirked my lips as my fingers flew over the ebony and ivory keys, playing the last notes of my beautiful creation. Perfect. Starting up a new, softer tune i stared out my window at the soft pink and blues of the sky. The breeze ruffling my long black hair slightly. I turned my head slightly,...
ReluctanceThe Piano Teacher and Student ( Author's note : A couple of yearsago I went to see a French movie called ?The Piano Teacher?. It was one ofthose moody French movies that seem to go nowhere, and yet you always remember.This told the story of a repressed spinster, who was a piano teacher. She takeson this handsome young student, Walter. She is very authoritarian and is quiteinsulting to him and his talents. Just as you are wondering where this willgo, in a scene near the end the woman confesses...
Then she added: ‘Seven AM tomorrow morning, sir! I’ll be there and ready!’ ‘You’d better be,’ was his answer, and he watched her, he suspected what was coming next. ‘But, sir,’ she said, ‘I don’t know what to do, I mean about any of this, I just don’t.’ ‘Well, first of all, Catherine, my own personal slut,’ he began. She had a thrill of outrageous proportions at his use of the word ‘slut’. He noticed and broke off what he was saying: ‘You liked being called that, didn’t you?’ ‘Oh, yes,...
As you can read in part one I was made to undress totally before being given the cane by my piano teacher Miss Edwards and then she spanked my cock because I got an erection. I couldn’t help it, she’s slim, young and very attractive even though her glasses make her look a little strict. Two weeks later I was a little early for my piano lesson and a very pretty dark haired lass, not much older than me, with puffy red eyes, was leaving in some distress. I realised I wasn’t the only one getting...
Monica’s piano students were mostly younger beginners, but she did teach a few very committed and talented high-schoolers and one or two grads. One of her brightest stars, Josh, was about to turn 18, and for some time now, he had shown a boyishly awkward, obvious crush on his gorgeous 31-year-old teacher.She found it, and him, absolutely adorable, and after a time, his attentions even boosted her erotic daydreams. It never got in the way of the lessons, as once they got concentrated on the...
She hadn’t been touched for a long time. Sure, there were hugs from friends, kisses on the cheek in greeting at parties, massages at the spa, playfights with her roommate. But the hurt of her marriage, her shattered trust, had drawn a protective mantle around her that now she seemed powerless to shed, and she would not get close to a man. She met plenty, was invited for drinks or dinner by a few. She always said no. She laughed with the regulars in her local bar, and often it turned to flirting...
I closed my eyes, letting the beautiful melodies of the classical piece wash over me. The bay window was openin front of my grand piano, and a cool late evening breeze was floating into the room. A smile quirked my lips as my fingers flew over the ebony and ivory keys, playing the last notes of my beautiful creation. Perfect. Starting up a new, softer tune i stared out my window at the soft pink and blues of the sky. The breeze ruffling my long black hair slightly. I turned my head...
Lois sat in the living room, sighing as she flipped through the latest catalogues from the Quahog Mall. Every weekend they would be delivered, and every weekend she’d see some new clothes or accessories that she could do with. Her current purse was falling apart. It had a broken zipper, a clasp that wouldn’t click shut, and a small hole forming in one of the corners. Yes, it would have been nice to have something new for a change. “Damn it,” she muttered, “Peter never buys me anything anymore....