Author's Note: This is not an erotic story, but there is some sex here. Again, this was built around the germ of an idea that took on a life of its own. In that regard, it's not a stroke story. It's an homage to music and the connection with the spirit world. Long before Robert Johnson, many artists were rumored to have sold their souls for the chance to per...
The wind-driven snow lashed against the roof and walls for the second straight night, and it didn't look like it would stop tomorrow, either. The electricity had been out since the first night-no big surprise, being this deep in the woods, and it didn't really matter at first, but by the time Kel woke and set his feet on the freezing floor boards, he knew th...
Note to reader: This is an alternate ending to the story, where different decisions are made at critical points between various characters. There are many parallels in the text, but don't skip them even if you think you've already read them. There are subtle, and not-so-subtle, differences throughout. Some of the events described in this chapter aren't for...
This is an unofficial sequel to my other story, "Backstage Banging." Most of the same characters are in this. Like the first story, this gig really happened but all the erotic stuff is made up. Enjoy! * I had arranged for my band, unnamed for privacy reasons, to perform at a party at my college. You know, a typical college party. Girls, beer, all that shi...
Author's Note: This story contains no explicit sexual content. Miesville, Minnesota December 17, 2019 The light snow crunched under my boots as I stepped out of my truck outside the brown single-story building. "Wiederholt's Supper Club" was in big letters on the left side of the bump-out entrance, "Bar-Lounge-Liquor" on the right. I slammed the door c...
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...
Our company is only on the ninth floor of our building, but I swear it has the slowest elevator in the city. And you know how when you want the elevator to go fast, it stops on every floor? Well, this was one of those trips. When the doors opened, there was only one other person inside. Liv pulled me in after her and put me in the back corner. Then she stoo...
"You're being so quiet. What are you thinking right now?" she asked as she stroked my palm with her perfectly-manicured nails. "Get out of your head for just a minute and talk to me," she whispered. The way she said the words made my flesh beg for more, but her last phrase, even though so sweetly and tenderly spoken, hit me in the gut so hard I almost gagg...
She noticed his gaze returned time and again to her legs - especially her knees and her feet and ankles - and always to her face again. She made sure to always have a fresh smile for him when he looked up again and that seemed to please him. Now his eyes went to her crotch. She was glad she'd remembered to tuck her organ back down between her thighs as it k...
Fine silky threads followed each drop as it plunged downward onto the backs of her calves and with each drop it seemed that the size of the head increased, to the point where it looked like it might split open. And through all this was the silence of the room, almost deafening, punctuated only by the soft swishing sound of the slick implement traveling in an...