A Time And Place Chords Stories

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Cords

by endthedream on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

He pressed the chords as deeply as he could. Surely this would get him through Sunday morning. Sunday morning was his least favorite time of the week. He thought it was worse than Sunday afternoon and evening. Everything was dead on Sunday morning. It seemed the world closed up shop then, more tightly closed than the rest of the Terrible Thunder Lizard, whic...

Kindred Spirits

by normique on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Many thanks to my friend Steve, for his inspiration. Under the black satin blindfold your eyes were hidden from me. It was a tradeoff to help you enjoy your body's pleasures. The sweetness of your mouth's lips and tongue were there for my taking. God had anyone ever kissed me to my marrow as you so easily do. When you made oral love to me the tender sweet...

Summer Afternoon

by BigBillT on Aug 30, 2017
First Time

I've always wanted to tell this story. It's something I have wanted to share for a long time, but it was never safe to do so till now. This happened one hot summer Sunday afternoon in 1983. My parent's pastor was a burly, hulking man of 6'3" with a booming voice and a firm handshake. Each Sunday he thundered out dire warnings of God's coming wrath for sinn...

Chords

by PaulUK on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Another night, another club. Smoke tendrils in the lights of amps and spots; pitch black, shadows moving on shadows. I wrinkle my nose a little at the scent of piss in the stairwell, push through past the bulk of a sneering bouncer in a dark suit. There's a bar at this end of the room; within thirty seconds I have a drink pressed into my hands, numbingly col...

Mate Ch. 04

by risgrynsfisk on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

Magda "Marry me!" he said. "Sure." "Good." "When?" "Soon." "Good." "Hungry?" "No." That was it. Maybe not the world's most romantic proposal, but conventional romance had never been Peter's strong point. But he was sweet as a honey-soaked kitten and life with him was never dull. Of course I wanted to marry him! Yesterday he had captured the hearts o...

Rubymoon Private Asylum Pt. 04

by Tombescent on Sep 14, 2020
BDSM

The patient had been in the custody of Rubymoon for a little over four months. It had been some time since anyone had thought of it as "Dr. Smith". A C note had played hours ago, indicating the patient should be still. It knelt in the center of the room, staring blankly, not daring to so much as scratch an itch lest it provoke the buzzer. The patient was a...

Seaside Morning

by PapaRomantic on Sep 15, 2017
Romance

Today was one of those days where a scene popped in my head and demanded I write it. So here it is, written because of the inspiration of a special friend. My thanks to Beck for her truly outstanding "quick" edit work! As always, my stories are complete works of fiction, and all persons are of legal age. Your votes and comments are important to me, so afte...

Diminished, Augmented, Altered

by Greg_H on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Major and minor, diminished and augmented, extended and altered; these are the names of chords, expressions of notes of music which, when played together, resonate in us and call up emotions, memories. Most chords are triads: three notes extended and enhanced by their shadow cousins. Music is sustenance to myth and belief, necessary for love and accompanimen...

Ruby's Tale

by raself on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

Ruby’s Tale, or, How Their Love Affair Began They met for the first time on the square downtown, never having actually seen each other in person before. They had set up the date via the internet, and he had driven a couple hundred miles to be with her that day. Ruby came right from work, still wearing her tasteful business woman’s attire. It was their...

A Lesson for Teacher

by DutchCourage on Sep 16, 2017
First Time

Bill slumped over and padded at her piano. He fumbled around and listened to himself. He only looked at the room's decorations like the wide square of sun that burst through the French doors. A golden Victorian clock on the mantelpiece. The teacher's cleavage, made thick and pert by her black cotton dress. The hardwood floor. Her fair skin, each half-breast...