Suspended Musical Chord Stories

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Unison

by Oblomov on Aug 31, 2020
Romance

It is and will be my last day in the comfort zone. From tomorrow I cast my musical net on the other side of the lifeboat and hopefully catch some much-needed inspiration to rejuvenate this seasoned singer songwriter. Now that folk is in Vogue it is time to raise the anchor and move on up mainstream. Ousted from the family home and living in the musical Mecc...

Ostinato

by ManFmNantucket on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The sound of surf washes in the windows with the spring sunlight. A soft breeze is moving the cotton curtains, and gentle notes fill the air. It's humid and warm, and the aroma of honeysuckle drifts everywhere. We're on island, with some neighbors of mine. I've invited you along to watch my boy, but he is off playing near the waves with his friend and the n...

Music & Love

by AdrianneLove on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

[This is merely character development for what will progress into a romance story. If you're looking for immediate sexual content, this is not the story for you.] As his fingers strummed the last chord of his encore, the uproar of females' satisfied screams flooded Jake's ears. The stage lights went off and he quickly grasped his amplifier chord with his sw...

Katherine Ch. 08

by quimmaster on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

Ch. 08: S Is Punished This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order ***** I awoke early and started to stroke Katherine's body. She moaned and then rolled away from me. "That's gratitude." I quipped to myself and I slid out of bed. Down the hall, I opened the door to S's room. She still hung suspended over the bar, her arms lifted up and her...

Woman in Chains Ch. 03

by Adrian Leverkuhn on Sep 14, 2017
Romance

III One week after her awakening, Tracy Tomlinson was discharged from the hospital. Todd Wakeman and the two medical students visited with Tracy that morning, rode down with her in the elevator and walked with her to her mother's car. It might have been an emotional parting but for one simple fact: Tracy Tomlinson now appeared devoid of any and all emotion....

His Muse

by Baloo the Bear on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

(someone asked me to explain to her what a muse was... I thought this might be the best way to show her) * * * * * He closed his eyes He rolled over and looked at the clock, groaning to himself... 3:45 AM. It seemed as if it had been an hour ago, lying in his restless bed,that it had been 3:30. Accepting another sleepless night, he sat up and rubbed his ey...

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...

How To Write a Song

by SikFuk on Sep 1, 2017
How To

That's misleading. It should read: 'how to capture a song'. A song is not something you manufacture, it's something that happens, sort of like a little literary fart, seeping out at the most inopportune time. Your literary fart might bubble up while you're in the bath, or driving to work, or perhaps while waking up in the morning. You'll roll over, open your...

Long Distance Love Ch. 10

by KdDiva on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Her recovery continued and she felt that need to sing and tried to decide what would be the best way to ease herself back on stage where she loved no NEEDED to be. Taking a year off could be detrimental to a singers' career but she felt confident that once she got those muscles working again she'd be show ready in no time. Her first thought was Kevin at The...

The Dance

by comp|icity on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Inspired by the song Avalanche by Thea Gilmore ________________ Dance through the Avalanche A hint of wind rush in my ear as we twist on the dance floor, stepping rapidly in perfect harmony across the hard waxed wooden floor. Then slow again as the music pounds itself against our hearts. My arm about her waist presses her against me again, while my other...