Tracy And Stella

Jun 192008
 

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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Jun 192008
 

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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Jun 192008
 

“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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Jun 192008
 

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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Jun 192008
 

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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Jun 192008
 

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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Jun 192008
 

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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Jun 192008
 

” 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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Jun 192008
 

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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Jun 192008
 

“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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Jun 192008
 

Stella was jolted out of her doze by the sound of laughter and pounding footsteps in the hallway. She picked out Tracy’s voice, strident amidst the pandemonium, and, posing herself to look as if she’d been fighting her captivity, whipped her head around when he came slipping in through the merest crack in the door.

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Jun 192008
 

”Hey, baby,” Tony said softly. Stella was smoothing down her camisole, rather a futile occupation. She gave him, unknowingly, much the same appraising glance as Tracy had given her. At six feet tall, Tony was a big man, in contrast with his cousin. He was built like a quarterback, lithe and powerful. His skin carried

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Jun 192008
 

Stella loved it. It had been an accident, but how perfect. The look on his face… She inhaled his scent again, relishing it. ”What’s your name again?” he asked at last. ”Karen,” she said; he shook his head. ”No… That ain’t it. It’s Stella. I think that’s big enough to fit you… Stella.” A vision

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May 272008
 

CLEVELAND The show last night sucked. Too hot in the stadium and fights in the audience. One kid got stabbed bad, they’re calling it racial. What am I supposed to do? My mom and dad are both black, but me and Tamara are so light and we don’t look like the rest of the family.

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May 272008
 

LOS ANGELES, DAY ONE 24 days on the road. Long Beach Arena, funky-ass crowd. Mike Rourke is working on a live recording, get us off for Christmas. He say we got good tape. I got a virgin before the show, blood and all. She say she was saving it for me, and there ain’t any

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May 272008
 

“It’s just like Uptown. Ain’t it just like Uptown, Tracy?” “Yeah, man.” Tracy was being quiet, a little withdrawn. What was it she said? What button did she push? Maybe he really did love her. –I believe in love at first sight, really I do– “Yeah, Silverlake,” Stella said. “Silverlake is the only place where

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May 272008
 

And she stepped out of the limo just like that, in red heels, white stockings, and sheer black chiffon. Tracy realized that the heavier lace at the hem actually hid her bush, but nothing could hide her ass. Hastily, he dumped his trenchcoat over her shoulders; he got a smile for it, but Stella didn’t

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May 272008
 

(Clipping from the New Yorker) Tracy Bell Tour Set For Late Summer The son of noted Chicago Bluesman Verden “Ring,” Bell, Tracy’s bluesy brand of funk has been largely ignored by the critics –on account, primarily, of his rather silly, salacious Prince-style lyrics. Lately, his egocentric eroticism laced with awkward mystical impulses seem to have

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May 272008
 

CASTING NOTE: This must have no taint of American slave history- because it will be controversial no matter what. All the citizens should be very Roman looking; darkskinned and dark hair. The slaver can look Piratical and indeterminate racially, the slaves should represent all types of peoples. The Matron is a smoldering beauty, think Sophia

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May 272008
 

Rhythm intro in four-four time “Okay, boys and girls,” The producer said over the studio intercom; “We got that one down cold. It could be your next hit, Tracy. It’s a big rocker!” “That’s the only way we do it, man,” Tracy said in satisfaction, as he laid his guitar aside. He pulled the headphones

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Feb 272006
 

the inspirational quotes spoken of in this post have produced some fruit; (warnings= anger managment issues and co-dependant colleagues, on-going editing) And there will be a quiz at the end. (Stella is alone in the hotel room while the bands are in a meeting)

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Nov 012005
 

I’m a little tired of reading fiction with portentous names. Qu’thalynn… Wolven, the highschool senior (who happens to be a vampire, what a coincidence) Valeria, Morgann. Dragynlea. Dragyn SylvyrShyne. Lynx. When it becomes too much trouble to puzzle out the name’s pronunciation- or, when I find myself distracted by its actual meaning- I tend to

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