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Larry had time to wonder between bouts of cursing why getting patched up seemed so much worse than getting injured in the first place.
 
He was going down on my pussy, doing all the things that usually get me off. But it wasn't working. I just wasn't getting there! I was close, so close I could cry, but ... no. Not tonight. That's when he started humming Beethoven's "Ode to Joy," while his mouth was still clamped to my clit. As loud as he could, even while his tongue and lips battered my clit relentlessly. Between the vibrations of his humming, and his tongue beating up my clit, yes sir, that did the job! I was over the cliff and plunged into the depths of an orgasm. The entire universe exploded, starting from inside my loins!

Dang 'ol Beethoven, man! Who knew? I didn't know my husband even knew what classical music was, but wow, did he ever show me!
 
JenniferSmithJones said:
He was going down on my pussy, doing all the things that usually get me off. But it wasn't working. I just wasn't getting there! I was close, so close I could cry, but ... no. Not tonight. That's when he started humming Beethoven's "Ode to Joy," while his mouth was still clamped to my clit. As loud as he could, even while his tongue and lips battered my clit relentlessly. Between the vibrations of his humming, and his tongue beating up my clit, yes sir, that did the job! I was over the cliff and plunged into the depths of an orgasm. The entire universe exploded, starting from inside my loins!

Dang 'ol Beethoven, man! Who knew? I didn't know my husband even knew what classical music was, but wow, did he ever show me!
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He said, "Wait a bit, and I'll hit you up with "Tocatta and Fugue, in D Minor," next.
 
Ken did his best to not respond in kind, but he often found himself hard pressed to keep his eyes where they belonged. Between the girl’s curves, her guileless sexuality, and clear infatuation, she represented the most alluring sort of fruit: forbidden.
 
"OH MY GOD! This is so rich. Stop! I'm begging you, please stop stuffing that pie in my pie hole," Kendra blurted.
 
“I told you they’d come around.” Rick put his hand on my leg. I put my hand on his and tried not to cry. An enormous weight I’d almost forgotten I was carrying had just vanished.
 
JenniferSmithJones said:
He was going down on my pussy, doing all the things that usually get me off. But it wasn't working. I just wasn't getting there! I was close, so close I could cry, but ... no. Not tonight. That's when he started humming Beethoven's "Ode to Joy," while his mouth was still clamped to my clit. As loud as he could, even while his tongue and lips battered my clit relentlessly. Between the vibrations of his humming, and his tongue beating up my clit, yes sir, that did the job! I was over the cliff and plunged into the depths of an orgasm. The entire universe exploded, starting from inside my loins!

Dang 'ol Beethoven, man! Who knew? I didn't know my husband even knew what classical music was, but wow, did he ever show me!
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"...Anyway, Firth of Fifth was now my go-to jilling song, because of the sensual effect of a particular musical motif. There was a beautiful, seductive flute solo that was later repeated as an exquisite guitar line, accompanied by a controlled explosion of bass, drums and keyboards, including a deep, deep bass line. It was the closest I'd heard to the feeling of an orgasm, which I found... inspirational, particularly as the climax occurred twice in quick succession. The musicianship was phenomenal, and I kind of wanted Chris to appreciate that as I danced before him, but there was one particular role I had in mind for him during the song. Like I'd said, the phone speakers weren't giving me enough bass."
(...)
"We got to the first musical climax, and I didn't have to say anything. He started humming the deep bassline, directly against my already purring pussy. Room-shaking vibrations were moving straight over my vulva and clit, penetrating inside, setting my body ablaze. I wailed along with the guitar as my orgasm exploded within and washed through me, the peak slowly ebbing and then returning again with the second musical climax."

From "Letting the Sunshine In". Firth of Fifth by Genesis has a fabulous use of bass pedals, and the story has a bass singer with a deep, deep voice and the equipment to match as the male MC.
 
Actingup said:
"...Anyway, Firth of Fifth was now my go-to jilling song, because of the sensual effect of a particular musical motif. There was a beautiful, seductive flute solo that was later repeated as an exquisite guitar line, accompanied by a controlled explosion of bass, drums and keyboards, including a deep, deep bass line. It was the closest I'd heard to the feeling of an orgasm, which I found... inspirational, particularly as the climax occurred twice in quick succession. The musicianship was phenomenal, and I kind of wanted Chris to appreciate that as I danced before him, but there was one particular role I had in mind for him during the song. Like I'd said, the phone speakers weren't giving me enough bass."
(...)
"We got to the first musical climax, and I didn't have to say anything. He started humming the deep bassline, directly against my already purring pussy. Room-shaking vibrations were moving straight over my vulva and clit, penetrating inside, setting my body ablaze. I wailed along with the guitar as my orgasm exploded within and washed through me, the peak slowly ebbing and then returning again with the second musical climax."

From "Letting the Sunshine In". Firth of Fifth by Genesis has a fabulous use of bass pedals, and the story has a bass singer with a deep, deep voice and the equipment to match as the male MC.
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One can never go wrong with early Genesis!
 
"Your next step is his last breath," Nicole warned.

"What's this bullshit?" Jake laughed. "This bitch isn't going to pull the trigger, let's take her!"

He took one step then jumped back when the both the gun and the back of Eric's head exploded.

Nicole swung the gun toward Jake. "Same rules."

"J...just stay still boys," he stammered to the bikers around him. "Don't fucking move!"
 
In one of my stories, a mother has dragged her preteen daughter (11 years old) to their OB office to seek birth control protection for the daughter who had just experienced her first menses. When the doctor protested that the daughter was surely too young to be worried about possible premature pregnancy, the mother replied, "You never can be sure about these things, and I want to be sure!"
 
A new video had just been posted. Something titled “Un Sospiro”. Curious, I clicked it. It already had over three hundred views and seventeen... no, make that nineteen comments and it had been up less than five minutes.
 
“Mama needs it, baby,” she heard the tremble in her voice, but gave him what he wanted to get what she needed. He was right, she was having sex with her son, was it somehow less of a sin if he used her real name?
 
Picking up something from my WIP folder that I haven't touched in a while , and found this gem:
“That is not the point.” Part of me wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her on my desk. Another part wanted to fire her ass before she got me fired. Neither part did a damned thing.
 
JenniferSmithJones said:
He was going down on my pussy, doing all the things that usually get me off. But it wasn't working. I just wasn't getting there! I was close, so close I could cry, but ... no. Not tonight. That's when he started humming Beethoven's "Ode to Joy," while his mouth was still clamped to my clit. As loud as he could, even while his tongue and lips battered my clit relentlessly. Between the vibrations of his humming, and his tongue beating up my clit, yes sir, that did the job! I was over the cliff and plunged into the depths of an orgasm. The entire universe exploded, starting from inside my loins!

Dang 'ol Beethoven, man! Who knew? I didn't know my husband even knew what classical music was, but wow, did he ever show me!
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Perhaps if he could hum Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries" at the start of the cunnilingus he could save Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" until her climax and squirting
 
From a WIP I'll be moving to Pending later today:

“Well, you know the policy. Try not to let it happen again. I’d hate to write you up” He had this snarky smile when he was being condescending that made you just want to slap him.

Like if you've worked for this guy. :)
 
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