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Rachel's Fire: 09

by alexander tzara on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

(BATH) I look out clean knickers/ bra/ socks/ t-shirt and jeans/ take them through to the bathroom/ fold them neatly on the chair and turn the radiator to three. There is a spider crawling slowly across the bottom of the bath. I turn on the hot tap. As the water hits it it curls up into a tiny ball. *Sorry* I say as I watch it disappear down the plug-hol...

Backstage Banging

by guitargotmilf on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Please note, the gig I'm going to describe is real, but all the erotic stuff is fiction. My band was going to play our biggest performance. Ever. It was at a bar with several hundred people. To a professional band, that's nothing, but to an amateur garage band, that's huge. I played in a rock band with some kids I knew from school and around town. There...

Guiater Hero

by MattBN on Aug 19, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Back in the day when my wife was my girlfriend, she was the singer/songwriter in a band. They were pretty popular in San Francisco and the Bay generally and had a hardcore following. Before long, they attracted the attention of a hotshot manager and life became much easier because he was great at logistics and great at getting paid gigs. What he wanted thoug...

Secret Nightclub

by Safetystars on Aug 31, 2017
Fetish

Anya's fingers moved, and a deep thrum began to emanate from the speakers. It was a low, raunchy resonance, laying down the foundation for what was to come. The rest of the band soon added their instruments, and the slow funk slickly filled the hall air. Now even the louder members of the audience were taken into a new stupor. A hush fell over them as Anya'...

Punky's Diary, 02/08/07

by Selbryth on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

Punky's Diary -- a Friend's Experiences, collected by Selbryth. February 8, 2007 So here I am again. I know, I know, you're bored with me already, but that's cool. Still a free country. Anyhow, in my ongoing quest for class (which I guess by now is pretty much hopeless but what the fuck), I decided to get into music. I mean I love listening to music but...

Hallelujah Ch. 01

by SirThopas on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Note: There really is a Blackbird studios in Nashville, and I used it (or my memory thereof) for much of the physical description of the studio here. However, the characters I placed within it are in no way representative of the people who actually work(ed) there, and are in fact partially inspired by individuals I met at an entirely different time and place...

All She Ever Wanted Ch. 02

by jazm49 on Sep 12, 2017
Novels and Novellas

For the first couple of days after sending Daniel the email Melissa kept her email program up and checked it constantly. Nothing. She consoled herself with the thought that at least she hadn't gotten a notice saying it couldn't be delivered. She did get the copy of Daniel's CD that she'd ordered. And began to play it constantly. "Other Plans" was still her...

Surefoot 25: Cross Porpoises

by Surefoot on May 15, 2018
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Undisclosed Location, Undisclosed Stardate: It was a standard, nondescript subspace communications relay somewhere: tiny, uninhabited, uninhabitable. But it did possess the requisite hardware to receive six secure holocommunicator signals, relaying them in miniature to a shoebox-sized matrix for a classified meeting. And though none of the attendants were...

Life Goes On Ch. 09

by Tall_cool_one on Sep 12, 2017
Novels and Novellas

"Who we gonna get to play bass and drums?" Steve asked, fiddling with the reed for his saxophone. "I can play bass, for the time being," Dennis said. "With Cool on guitar, Billy on keys, and Steve on sax, all we really need is a drummer." "What we need to do, is hit the streets and check the clubs where we might get work and then we can decide on the minds...

Last Kiss

by LurkerX on Sep 13, 2017
NonHuman

Making love. Coitous. Fucking. Whatever you want to call it, I hate sex. That wasn't always the case though. There was a time, not too long ago even, that I loved sex above anything else; well, anything except for Poe. She would let me do whatever I wanted though. She would often throw wild parties, many of which degenerated into mass orgies, rooms full of...