1. The Guilt Will Kill You


    Date: 7/17/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 95.2, Source: sexstories.com

    has 'No Trespassing' signs everywhere. He doesn't want anyone around. No clue what the rest of his place looks like.” On the way home after dinner with Lisa, Pietra watched for Wolfie's signs and took the long path around his property. When she got near the end of the woods, she saw him and stopped. “Hi! See? I stayed off your land.” “Thanks. I heard your damn toy motorcycle anyway, so I came out to ask you some questions.” “Like what?” “What kind of singer are you? Do you have any training? How big is your range? What style of music do you do best?” “Hmm. My only training was some free lessons at the store where I got my first guitar as a kid. I did musicals and the band stuff in school. Always recorded myself and listened to try to improve. Technically, I'm a first alto, but I can hit most notes, and I have perfect pitch. I'm best with modern country and rock. Screamer metal is okay, but right now my thing is ballads. Why?” “A couple of my new songs need vocals. I sing okay for a lot of what I write, but my voice is more of a growl. That doesn't work for some music. You have a great speaking voice, so I thought maybe you singing melody to my background track could help.” She laughed. “You want me to sing Hairy Wolves music?” “Oh, you know about that. Why didn't you say something this morning?” “I didn't know who you were this morning. Lisa told me.” “Lisa? The girl you visit when you roar through my woods? You told her about me?” “She's cool.” “No, dammit. This is not cool. ...
    I should have put razor wire around my land. I told you, I value my privacy.” “Wolfie, it's fine. I told her not to say anything. We're very close, and I trust her. She's weird too. She knows what secrets are.” “I sure as hell hope so. Being alone is the way I like it.” “If you want to be alone, how can I sing for you? Maybe we could do something online, but I don't have good equipment.” He scowled. “Guess you'll have to come here.” “When?” “Do you work?” “I have an office job, so I'm available evenings and weekends.” “I'll tie a white cloth around a tree on the right side of the path near where you broke down. Tomorrow is Sunday. Be there at one.” He disappeared back into the trees. *** The next afternoon, Pietra found the white cloth and Wolfie waiting for her. “Right on time. At least you have that going for you, Red. It's too steep to ride your bike down to my studio, so we'll stow it here.” He opened the door to his shed and pushed the bike inside. “Follow me.” They picked their way through the underbrush on what appeared to be a deer path. Soon, they came to a steep slope with crude steps made of native rock. At the bottom was a well-hidden door. “You should feel honored. You're the first person to see the inside of my place.” The rustic door opened into a small modern room furnished in glass and leather. Shelves filled with books, albums, and CDs lined one wall. He opened the door at the far end. “My inner sanctum. This is where I hide from the world when I want to be ...
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