Anton had always wanted to play a woman. A talented cellist, he had occupied principal chair in the city’s symphony for the past three years. Music was his life, but this, his douleur exquise, was a burning tattoo on his soul. An unrequited craving that created a bottomless ache in him that he tried to satisfy with his cello but never could. Play her like a musical instrument. Bring exquisite music from her, wringing sens...

In the pixelated glow of a screen-lit night, We stumble upon each other, what a beacon of light. We typed our secrets, a dance of erotic tales, Each message we sent, is a story we have. Your words wrapped around me, spicy and sweet, With each playful banter, my heartbeat did fleet. I posted my pictures, exposing my flair, You showered me with compliments, a digital affair. Our playlists intertwined, notes floating in air,...

“Mrs. Davenport, are you ready?” Delilah shook her head as though coming out of a dream. “Mrs. Davenport?” “Yes, Reed. Thank you. I’ll be right there.” The clarinet player smiled. “Don’t be nervous; we’ve practiced this song six ways from Sunday. Mr. Davenport will love it.” Delilah returned his smile. “Yes, I certainly hope so… and I hope he enjoys what I have planned for afterwards.” Reed’s smile turned devilish. “I can...

FEBRUARY 16 The magazine came down onto the cubicle desk with a papery thud. “Is this you?!” Pausing his work, Tim dragged his eyes away from the TPS report on his screen and down to the fitness magazine that Michelle had plopped down on his desk. It was folded open to a supplement ad featuring a totally ripped model pumping iron. Giving a dismissive 'yup,' he looked back up to his monitor and resumed typing. "Whoa, whoa,...

When we arrived in Niharika’s bedroom, she released my hand, bypassing the light switch and instead flicking on the lamp in the corner. Her thumbs skittered over her lit-up phone display for a few seconds, after which I noticed something that looked like a playlist on the screen, but not in English. Some very Eastern-sounding music poured out of the little Bluetooth speaker on her dresser, and she tapped the screen a few...

Pierre called before my organ rehearsal. When I answered, his excited baritone voice sounded like foreplay to my ears. "Sophie! Jazz Night tomorrow! I'll be playing the sax! You free?" "I would love a night of sax with you." He chuckled, making me shift in my seat and touch myself. "Wish I could listen or watch you play now." He hummed on the other line. The vibrations reached between my legs like humming there. I could f...

Janis, an advanced student of Gloria, her lesbian guitar teacher, was intrigued with the game. Gloria had modified 'Play-That-Lick,' a game where the player must finish the song when stopped. Her kinky naked version: play the lick correctly, get a lick from her tongue; fuck-up, and get a lick from her school paddle for each incorrect note. Janis grabbed the Les Paul, plugged it in, and stomped her compressor. She knew the...

Deep throbbing techno beat making my whole body throb. Dazzling lights flashing in time to the beat. Dense smoke enveloping the DJ at the sampler box. Even in my skimpy shirt I’m sweating as I bounce and jiggle. It’s time to give everyone a thrill. I whip off my shirt and let my bare boobs free. That gets a cheer from the other dancers, as my little tits bounce around in time to the music. It feels so good, being topless,...