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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

serious about music.” “Dude, you have everything in here! I've seen pro studios that weren't this well-equipped!” “If I had stayed in the industry, I would have built one hell of a band studio. I knew a guy. We were working on a plan to start small professional studios geared toward young, unknown talent. There are a lot of garage bands out there that need a chance.” “I guess that's what Lisa and I are,” Pietra said. “A garage band -- really a garage duo.” “Why don't you girls do more with your talent?” “Why don't you?” He scowled, went to the console, and turned it on. “Take these headphones and find a seat. This is one of the songs I'm working on.” She looped her long red hair behind her ears and put the headphones on. She closed her eyes as the music played. When it ended, he asked, “What do you think?” “Wolfie, you laid down all those tracks yourself?” “Yeah.” “Mixed the sound? “Yeah. Why?” “It's brilliant! Dude, it's like … I don't know what. Will you play it again?” He did, and she listened carefully. “I can't classify it, but I wanna hear more, if this is what you're into these days.” “Red, do you think you can sing with it?” “Did you write lyrics?” “Here.” He handed her a paper. She read the words twice. “Wow. I can so hear this in my head. I totally get it.” “Will you sing for me?” “I'll try.” He played his song again. She stood and moved slightly to the rhythm of the intro, then sang the first verse in a clear, sweet voice. The melody she chose complemented the ... instrumental tracks well. Wolfie stopped the music. “Great voice, but your delivery should be bluesier, a little dirtier.” “Not yet. The lyrics and bass line don't call for that until after the break. I don't think so, anyway.” “Really? You think that's the best approach, huh? Prove it. Take it from the top.” The music started again, and again Pietra's lithe form swayed slightly as she sang. Her movements stopped during the break as she hummed an aria over the melody of the horn track. Then things changed. She dropped to the bottom of her range for the second verse, her delivery louder and a little dark. By the third verse her voice dripped passion. She strutted as she sang, moving back and forth as though on a small stage. When she was done, he grinned and applauded softly. “I wrote it, but I never thought of it sounding that way. Needs some work, but I like it.” “Really?” she squealed. “I was kinda winging it. Like doing karaoke with a song you don't know.” “Your singing style is honest. That's what this song needs. I'd like you to practice with me.” “Cool! Singing with a celebrity old head sounds like fun.” “Old head? My beard started turning gray when I hit thirty.” “How old are you now?” “Thirty-five. Not that damn old.” “You're the same age as Lisa. I call her Granny.” He smirked. “You wear a red hoodie and ride through the woods to visit someone you call Granny.” Pietra chuckled. “She's going gray, refuses to dye it, and she's like ten years older than me, so yeah.” “You ...