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Back On Tour

Posted by probable on Jun 19, 2008 in Sarabande

Some things had changed, in the few days they’d been together, Stella was beginning to piece together the logic of his personality. She had seen him hold himself rigid and expressionless in public, seen the defences he constructed against his business adversaries. On stage and in private, his sensuality was unbridled– and nearly identical. Tracy [...]

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The McKayne Women

Posted by probable on Jun 19, 2008 in Sarabande

Tracy sat on his lover’s bed. His baby. Asleep right now, half in shadow, sunlight coming in through the bedroom window. He grinned, noting her thumb had crept up to her lips. She never quite sucked on it… She bit down on her thumb, in thought, as well. Oral little bitch. He stretched lazily, picked [...]

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Blackness, webbed with light

Posted by probable on Jun 19, 2008 in Sarabande

“Sorry,” Jerry said. “Oh, lord,” Tracy groaned. “Oh, man, Stella, I’m sorry, I forgot, goddamn!” “I’m sorry, my friend,” Jerry repeated. “I genuinely wish I could let you go. If it were any other night-” “Cocksucker!” he whined, and buried his face in her neck. “We have to go, baby. See, it’s the gods of [...]

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back of the stage

Posted by probable on Jun 19, 2008 in Blogging

Tracy saw his girl follow Britta into the backstage area, her hands full of brocades and feathers. Surprised to see her up; the sensible thing to do is to sleep it off. He would have awakened her, like Prince Charming, with an electric kiss of love… Oh, lord, he felt so good. Sometimes, it’s all [...]

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Pulling Britta

Posted by probable on Jun 19, 2008 in Sarabande

Stella lay back, staring at the candle flames and tried to go to sleep, but there was no sleep in this unfamiliar place, where the walls shook and rumbled with the force of the music above. She was saved from solitude when the blond girl walked in. “Hello, you are still here?” The girl wandered [...]

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Playing games

Posted by probable on Jun 19, 2008 in Sarabande

The unmistakable sobbing cry of orgasm. Tracy scrambled to his feet, and pulled her after him as he ran for the window. “Tony, Tony, oh my god, Tone-ee…” Alegra’s voice, clear and high. It couldn’t have been laid out any prettier, Stella thought. Alegra lay back on the bed, Stella’s prized old brass. Tony, standing [...]

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Meet Stella McKayne

Posted by probable on Jun 19, 2008 in Sarabande

Stella went to her bedroom and knocked. Tracy joined her, beating out a lengthy and complex tattoo; Tony’s voice complained; “Yo, man…” “Okay!” Tracy said stridently. “Round one is over! Refreshments is in the lobby!” Alegra’s sweet voice rang out; “We’re coming… I mean, we’re putting our clothes on…” “Whoa,” Tony said at the door. [...]

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No afterthoughts

Posted by probable on Jun 19, 2008 in Sarabande

” Man, I thought I said no crew in my room — oh, it’s you, Stella.,” Tracy cackled. ”You want to wear a different shirt? Somehow I just can’t see it…” ” Thanks,” Stella said. ”I mean, if it was you on it, maybe, but I don’t like feeling like a fan… Us groupies got [...]

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wake up

Posted by probable on Jun 19, 2008 in Sarabande

The sound of crockery startled her awake. She groaned, and buried her face in the pillow, until the waiter left. Tracy crawled onto the bed; “Oh, honey, I dreamt about you,” he cooed. ”Did you dream about me?” ”Who are you?” she demanded. ”And where am I?” He laughed, and crouched over her. ”I’m your [...]

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Backstage

Posted by probable on Jun 19, 2008 in Sarabande

“Oh, Tracy,” she breathed silently, when he came strutting into the hotel room in his performance clothes. All black leather and bridal lace; undoubtably, this was the Tracy Bell of all her fantasies– and so weak they seemed, compared to the reality of him. Tony loomed behind him, his skin nearly as dark as his [...]

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