1. Brandon: Sudden Realization


    Date: 10/24/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Neversoft, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    my concentration when she began to tenderly scratch my stomach. She loved my tightly crafted abs and chest. Honorable mention to my ass. A big part of my recovery has been a healthy diet and exercise. It makes a huge mental difference and the side effect of looking and feeling great is a tremendous bonus. *** The depths from which I have crawled were immense. I was the guitarist and song co-writer in a rock band. We attained modest success for a couple of years. Nothing international, but we were local radio darlings. We worked hard and I partied harder. That was the problem. I loved me some sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. Literally. I was able to maintain the facade for a while, but eventually it all came to a crashing halt. Too hung-over to do media obligations, too drunk to perform well, and too preoccupied with tagging slutty groupies. The band was suffering because of me. They called my sister. Bought me a plane ticket and shipped me home. In the middle of a tour. That was hard to swallow. My problems began when I didn't have the time to properly grieve the death of my parents. They were killed in a traffic accident, just as the band and I were going into the studio for the first time, to record a full-length album. It was a good thing that all the songs were written and arranged, going in. I was a mess and could barely finish my parts. Long story short, we recorded our first album and toured for six months with moderate success. One of our songs got some radio play. We ...
    came off the road and right back into the studio. Recorded and released our second album and began to tour in support of it. This time we were well received both critically and with a swell of new fans. This tour stretched for eighteen months. By the end, I was a functioning alcoholic, depressed and exhausted. I think I slept for two straight days at the end. Somehow I was able to record our third album, but five weeks into the new tour, I got the news. "We're replacing you." Indeed, they did. The record label found a hot, young ax slinger. It took him no time to learn my chops. The problem was that he couldn't write a song to save his life. The band's fourth album and subsequent tour were glorious failures. They were dropped by the record label. In the meantime, my sister, Laura, took me into her house and fought for me, when I was incapable, making sure I kept getting my royalty cheques. Comforting and feeding me through the tough days and nights of withdrawal. I was her only family left. She was going to see me back to health if it killed her. Luckily it didn't come to that, but the effort was massive. Becoming an Alcoholics Anonymous member was non-negotiable with my sister. I had put up a meager rebellion, but she won in the end. It was during an open meeting one night that I met Janice. So, I did get some extra benefits with my attendance. *** Just as she was finishing her cigarette, Janice lowered her hand to grip my flaccid dick. Extinguishing her butt while beginning ...
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