Bandmates Stories

It's the final leg of our band's concert tour before disbanding. I will miss every rehearsal and gig with them, even if I'm only the new bassist. Vanessa's vocalization practices on my pussy, Jacob's fine-tuning of my nipples, if not strumming inside my knickers, and our keyboardist Michael's fine fingers on my G-spot will be missed. Our drummer? I'm William's biggest fan, from our bodies' percussion to the vibration he b...

Other than my husband’s dried cum all over my ass, I was only wearing a thin, cream-colored dress. The soft, late-spring breeze wafted through my open windows as I cleaned, bringing the music from across the street along with it. Bobby Crenshaw’s band, Dangerous Cougar, was practicing in his garage. Now and then, I’d find an excuse to clean or dust the big, bay windows, just to drool over the sexy, young musicians. Every...

Abigail acquired a used car and then stopped at a shop and purchased a cell phone. The attendant had showed her an entire wall of technological wonders, way too complicated for her impatient simplistic mind to grapple with. She’d walked out with a small white phone and a basic understanding of how to deal with its functionality. Back outside, a shiver of apprehension had her gazing repetitiously over her shoulder. The eer...