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The Vintage Fender Telecaster

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Although I grow old, I do not forget. I will not forget those memories. Even though I am fragile and grey, I know that music will never die. My hand slides down the aged fretboard one last time. My soft, fragile fingers passing the twenty-first fret and reaching the peeled sunburst body. Savannah looks so beautiful against the dying fire. The orange glow bringing out the best of the remaining finish. The plain wood underneath looking orange as well, the soft fire reflecting off of the neck lipstick pickup. Those memories will not fade. And I hope that my story will remain in Gloria’s heart and mind forever. And hopefully one day, when she becomes old enough to inherit my Telecaster, it will sound as good to her as it did for me...All Rights Reserved

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Sun, Nov 8, 2015

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I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive 110,000 - 120,000 Words