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

    to play with it. The style is sort of rockabilly blues, but it needs something.” They listened to the existing tracks together, Pietra reading the lyrics to herself as the music played. “Wolfie, this is really sad. I think we should split the lyrics into a girl's part and a guy's part.” “Yes, but we'll do the chorus together. You sing melody, and I'll do harmony. After a few run-throughs, they broke for lunch. Wolfie led Red upstairs to the kitchen. “The studio is all underground, isn't it? There are no windows.” “The guy who owned this land before me built a bomb shelter with a log cabin above it during the Cold War. I gutted the whole thing, built the studio downstairs, and turned the cabin into this little one-bedroom cottage. It’s enough for me. I like to sit on the porch sometimes and watch the deer. It's fun seeing the fawns grow up. There are all kinds of animals here.” “Are there bear? I’d be scared to ride here if there were.” “Hmm,” Wolfie mused. “Maybe I should get some new signs that say the property is patrolled by attack bears.” “Funny.” “Oh, don't worry,” Wolfie said. “I'm probably the scariest thing you'll see here.” “Should I be afraid of the big bad wolfie?” “Finish your lunch. We have work to do.” In the studio, they sang the song once more. “I know what's wrong with it,” she said. “Wrong? It sounds okay to me.” “You said it yourself, Wolfie. There's something missing. Who did you write this about?” “Why does that matter?” “It matters because you're angry. ...
    These aren't angry lyrics, but the base line is angry, and your voice is angry when you sing. The lyrics are sad, so it doesn't work.” “I didn't ask you to critique my work. I asked you to sing.” “But I can't. The emotions don't fit. I don't know what message you want to send.” “Screw it,” he grumbled. “We'll work on something else.” “Why are you so defensive? What is this song really about?” “You sang the lyrics. Why so many questions?” “Who was the girl in the song?” He slumped back in his chair. “You won't let this alone, will you? Fine. Her name was Maria.” “What did she do that made you angry?” “She got on that bike behind Duke's stupid drunk ass. He was her brother, but she knew better. Hell, maybe we shoulda strapped Duke to the bitch seat and let her drive. She wasn’t as drunk as he was.” “You're angry with her for getting herself killed.” “Yes, and I'm mad at myself for buying the damn drinks and for not talking sense into either of them.” “I thought you said you knew this wasn't your fault.” “Pietra, I was going to ask her to marry me.” “Oh.” “Yeah,” he muttered. “I hear the anger, but I don't hear your heart. You hide your pain and mask it with anger.” He stared at the floor for a minute. “The bass track is all wrong.” “Don’t you think the whole thing should be slowed down? This isn't a little three-minute ditty.” They worked on it. At one point, they took a break to watch it rain through the door to the exterior. After about two more hours, he said, “I’ll listen ...
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