From the first time he heard the lusty trombone glissando that started the song, before he knew it was called “The Stripper”, before he understood what burlesque was, before he could imagine how entwined music was with emotion and eroticism, it roused something in his gut—and maybe a little lower. When he got the chance to select an instrument to learn and play in the school band, he chose the saxophone because of those h...

"No, tiny piccolo. My hands crave holding something bigger." "Keyboard?" Now, my lips pout.  "Not the drums either," I fuss. "Hear me! My mouth feels left out!"  So, he chooses this instrument to place in my face. My tongue wets the mouthpiece, lips purse round the hole. Eager hands join in, grasping and sliding. My, how this instrument extends! Deep tones sound, when mouth and hands find their rhythm. Moans grow to a cre...

Play stupid Reed, crow, come on PlayI soaked you, and dried youI sucked out the moistureI blew through some airBut you sound like some weak whistlePlay Reed, just a little?I've wrapped my lips around you;I've loosened my lips to let you buzz.I've tried to hold you firm, not squeezeBut I smile you to silence with lips pressed too tightPlay reed, please playYou'll play a few scalesBut your tone just won't stayYou buzz or yo...

Our story is piano music, Sonata-Allegro.   Exposition. You drew me into your life, Rescued me from a parched land. The touch of your kiss was a tilt of your hand, Water cascades down my throat, And to you does my heart devote.   A decisive beginning, The chords sing clear. Fingers fly quickly, Unknown are our tears.   Then comes development, I was hooked on your essence. Strawberry lips my salvation, Emerald eyes my soul...

"It was fifty years ago today." I paraphrase them, but the Beatles weren't at Woodstock. But I was. A spry, music-loving eighteen-year-old from Western Kentucky. Even my hippy parents wanted to go, but being elderly and in their forties (how my perspective has changed) they stayed home on the commune. Music has always evoked my most treasured memories, along my souvenir panties collection. I shelled out the $18 for a thre...

Even though I'd craved it, the intensity of his kiss still takes me by surprise. The clubbers who surround us dissolve with the music into the curling dry ice. Even alcohol is secondary to the passion I taste as our tongues entwine. Each moment of exploration makes me want to lose myself and never resurface. I'd spied him earlier leaning against the bar, watching me tossing my long oaky hair to the thumping beat, sparkly...

The air was pristine. It had a certain fragrance I can only describe as clean as I tasted it through a smile. The acoustic room was cool, though just warm enough to keep the women in formalwear comfortable. I was in the nicest dress I’d ever worn, a black number that hugged my ribs then flared out beautifully, the full skirt ending just above my knees, my hair in perfect dark waves. You were my equal in a sharp tux, your...

Entwined among a mass of sweaty bodies, they were floodlit in neon possibility. She was grinding her ass against him. Timekeeping. He lifted her skirt and rubbed his hardened cock between her thigh gap, threatening entry. The club’s pulse throbbed. It vibrated through muscle and bone. They were completely surrounded, yet all alone. Teeth cut into the glistening skin of her bare neck. She was drenching, soaked through her...

Seated upon his throne, he surveyed an illumined kingdom of masses washed bright by multi-colored stage lights.Purple smoke clouds rose out over soundsof the hazy concert crowd, scuffling fights, flicking lighters and beer bottles clinking. Viewed through their booze-fueled, kaleidoscopic filter, the drummer akin to a god. His hand raised a living crowd, roaring, they brought their fists to the sky.He savored the wave of...

This is a story about one of my earlier, more memorable sex experiences, when I was at university during my early twenties and had never had a fuck other than in private surroundings.  It took place in a dark corner at a party with a fairly new girlfriend.   We had been on our own, smooching and kissing in a dark corner for some time. My girlfriend was sitting across my lap; it was late and we were both tired, but feeling...

“Pass it and turn it up!” She had that infectious grin on her face and reached for my pipe with her small nimble fingers. I handed it to her and without hesitation, she brought it to her beautiful full lips, lit the lighter and took a deep hit. I was mesmerized by her. I always had been. Her small frame squirmed, dancing in the overstuffed armchair and took another hit.   Music. It was always music with her. Whenever she...