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A Rock Roll Tale

"The blonde with the big tits in the Zep tee." Our drummer and bass player, brothers Sal and Rik Venturi also left requests. I waved him off, "Not tonight. Gotta work the day job tomorrow." Roscoe smiled and asked, "Not even a quick bj, Kev?" "Nope, gotta run." The Clown Show was an oddly named bar and club that often had us signed on for weekend gigs. Two 45 minute sets after an opening group, usually on the popular Saturday night. This one was a more rare Wednesday night as a...

I wanted black sex

Just before I got married some of my friends kept telling me I should “go black”. Then, on my hen night, just before the wedding, they spiked my drink, got me really drunk, and arranged for me to be gangbanged by some black guys. I should have been angry, but I soon realised that it was the best thing that could have ever happen to a white bride-to-be. Up until the time I met my husband I had very little experience of sex. I’d had some one-night-stands, of course, with guys...

Staying Close to my Sister Part 5

I slowly faded into consciousness to the feeling of lips running along my member. From the soft, steady breathing surrounding me, I could tell that most everyone was still sleeping. I kept my eyes closed and stayed still so I would not wake anyone. Based on the technique, I could tell it was not Elizabeth or Mom, so I assumed it was Gwen. That said, her ministrations were much more reserved than she had been when she sucked me at the restaurant. I chalked it up to her trying not to wake me....

Comforting Mom pt 5 Christmas Cruise Day 3

“Good morning... what time is it? It's almost seven o’clock on day three of your cruise. I have to go to work. You can sleep here some more or go to your own room four doors down. Either way I have to go. The whole time she is talking she is getting dressed. I sit up and she kisses me goodbye. “You were as good as the girls said you were. I’d love to do it again... when it’s my turn again.” She walks out the door and I listen. I hear hair dryers running, giggling from the passageway,...

The Road Trip

Author’s Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend Hayes. Richard I opened my eyes, wondering, for a few moments, where the hell I was. Buffalo. Well, I guess somebody has to be in Buffalo. I swung my legs out of the hotel bed and sat on the edge for a few moments. I don’t smoke anymore, but the urge still comes over me in the mornings, especially mornings when I wake up in a city that I don’t really want to be visiting. I inched myself down onto the floor and did the first few...

Just Go With It

Cancún. To the average traveler, it seemed a tropical paradise on Earth. To Josh Sanders, however, it was merely a reminder of what could have been and what almost was. As the plane screeched to the ground, finally ending the nearly three hour flight, Josh kept his eyes turned towards the window, watching the airport speed past him as they slowed. He dared not look at the empty middle seat of his row. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain. We have now arrived at Cancún International...

Investigative Journalism

Dawn Garth took a deep breath and pushed open the door. She took the five or six steps down that led through a curtained archway and into the spacious room. Nervously, the blond woman scanned the entire area. Her eyes swept over the bar, where a few stools were occupied, to the couples on the dance floor. She took in the row of tables on the far side as well as the booths scattered against the back wall. In spite of her nervousness, her foot twitched to the music pouring from the bandstand in...

Rosalie

Copyright© Ron didn't recognise her at first. She was shorter, a little wider, greyer, older. She sat in the restaurant with some dude with a ponytail tied back and flecked with silver. He maybe wouldn't have paid any attention to them in other circumstances. They appeared to be just an ordinary arty couple approaching middle age. "Hey," she called to the disinterested waiter, "can we have two more coffees over here?" Her American accent grabbed Ron's attention immediately. She looked...

Ohana

In Hawai'ian, "ohana" means "family." But they say it means more. It means not only the people you're related to, but the people you most care about, who make up your world. It is supposed to be the most sacred bond there is. I believe it, because for the shortest time, I felt it myself. During World War Two, I was stationed on a cruiser in the Pacific. My shipmate was a big Hawai'ian named Malu Pahukula. We were both assigned to artillery, manning the big cannons, and often found...

Destiny Delayed

One The band was the most important thing in my life. And, here I sat, one week before one of our biggest gigs, watching it disintegrating. And, it was all my fault. My name is Sara. Sara Keeling. I'm the keyboard player, and the lyricist. We call ourselves One Night Stand, a fitting name for a band, especially one that has three guys and three girls in it. We're all sophomores here at the University of Massachusetts, and the band got together right at the beginning of freshman year. We...

A Summer s Dream Gone With The Tide

Stepping quietly into the cool green of Sutro Park, I could hear the soft faint melodic sounds of a guitar. Two things I've loved forever and have never been able to pass up—a woman's laugh and the sound of a guitar. Both are melodious! Both are exquisite! As I approached, I could see two middle aged women sitting on one of the green park benches. Both appeared to be enthralled as they listened to a young itinerant Musician playing the music of Brazil. I too, stopped and stood still for a...

Excess

Long before she let herself through the front door it was obvious to Tabitha that Sunbeam was home. From several doors down the suburban street she could hear the sound of seventies heavy metal and, accompanying the record, Sunbeam's own guitar playing that was roughly, but not exactly, in tune. It was a wonder the neighbours didn't complain more than they did. As always, Tabitha couldn't help noticing the remarkable similarity between Sunbeam's own song compositions and those on the rock...

Seduction

In the dark corner where I usually sat, I saw her come in. Tall and lithe, she was a perfumed picture of femininity as she flowed through the doors and down to a small, unoccupied table in the candlelit portion of the club. She was on the make, but my time-tested agenda of restraint reigned supreme and I studied her without staring. She would be euphorically primed by alcohol before I would seduce her and savagely invade her unsuspecting femininity only to withdraw as her own arousal betrayed...

Winding the Room Tight

There's little more my wife can do to arouse me than to put herself on display at my request. When I met her, she was wearing a crop top so short that she couldn't raise her arms without it lifting up over her seemingly always erect nipples. I knew this was the case because late that night she was spreading her arms high and wide against the side of a delivery van while I was discovering that there wasn't any underwear at all under her short denim skirt. Her attire was a constant source of...

Balboa Park

RED CARD ROMANCE "I loathed the game and since I could see no pleasure or usefulness in it, it was very difficult for me to show courage at it. Football, it seemed to me, is not really played for the pleasure of kicking a ball about, but is a species of fighting." George Orwell, Such, Such Were the Joys I was at Balboa stadium for my usual Sunday of soccer. It was warm for the early November day, but rain was forecast for later in the afternoon. The big match was between the Scots and...

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