Concert Stories

This will serve as the introduction to the novel-length tale of my sexual adventures. I won’t start at the beginning, but will take you on a rambling sortie through my life as one memory triggers another. I will tell you that I was born into a wealthy family, and from early on, learned how to use others to achieve my purposes; most of which involved one form of sexual activity or another. Happy Reading one and all. Chapte...

This is my first story, so tell me if you like it, I could probably make it more erotic, but I need to know if this is alright for a starting point type thing... "Alexis! Are you ready for the concert?" yelled my friend Mark. "Yeah! Sure, just one second!" I said, applying my lipstick. I checked myself out in the mirror, pulling my pink hot pants down slightly, so they just cover my ass cheeks. My black bra showed threw m...

The violist giving a concert was a rare treat for many of the university music graduates of this year, most notably I. Although not a viola player myself, as an avid violinist and classical music nerd, this opportunity was not going to be missed. After the concert went through Telemann’s Viola Concerto, Mozart’s “Sinfonia Concertante for Violin & Viola”, ending on Bruch’s “Romance for Viola & Orchestra”, not only did the...

When I was almost 19 I was in love with a man. A much older man. At 43 years old, he could’ve been my father, but he didn’t at all look his age. I don’t know how he managed to stay so frozen in time, but his smooth, porcelain skin didn’t appear to be a day over 30. A few of my friends had raised their eyebrows at my latest infatuation, not because of the age, but because he wasn’t “conventionally” attractive. He was very...