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Kurt Dysan gets to the existential heart of human motivation, probing the emotional triggers that drive people from the beaten path and exploring the consequences of actions many of us think about but never actually take. Kurt writes and travels the world, keeping a much lower profile than his characters. So far, he has avoided the fatal attraction of Facebook and Twitter, et al..
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Human interactions appear to have many forms and can involve complex agendas, ultimately one issue must resolve–which is dominant and which submissive. When you stir sex into the equation, this becomes even clearer. In our modern world, the power of the dominant is not necessarily physical strength, nor is the act of domination completely physical. In a business that involves creative people, individuals who are continually pushing back boundaries in their attempt to uncover something new, the old rules, most rules, fly out the window. This story explores a tiny portion of the world of live popular music, along with the desires and passions of the people involved.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Steve’s head spun as Jerry left. Carmen came out pushing a trolley that clattered over the concrete and began serving eggs Benedict as Vivian came over and sat at the table across from him. Her robe hung slightly open and he caught glimpses of delicious white orbs of breast.
“Does it look good?” she asked.
“Great,” he said. Unless she’d noticed his eager look, he figured she was talking about the food, but that didn’t change his answer. The meal looked a damn sight more interesting than his usual bowl of cold cereal. Not as yummy as Vivian, but…
“So can you help Jerry?” she asked through a mouthful of eggs.
Steve looked at her, wondering if she was making conversation, gathering information for her husband or just curious. Her face didn’t give him a clue. She seemed bored.
“I don’t know. I can try and get some songs. I’m sure the writers will come up with something, but since I don’t know what edgy means to people like Jerry and Lali, I’ll be shooting in the dark. I know they don’t want the stuff I have in my catalog now. It’s too rough and anyway the writers can’t do backing tracks that are good enough for airplay.” He smiled. “But I’m in the business to make music happen. From my perspective this is just a bit of a lark, so I’ll give it my best shot.”
She smiled. “That sounds like an honest reply. How do you survive in this business being honest?”
“By standing in the shadows, picking up the crumbs that the players leave,” he said. She didn’t smile. “Okay, the truth is that my world, the music business I work in doesn’t have much to do with Jerry’s world. I came here out of curiosity. I couldn’t imagine what he thought I could provide and I was sure he didn’t want to do me any favors. I should have guessed though. With alternative and underground shit making its mark on fashion and movies and music, guys like Jerry want someone to help dress up what they already do so it looks new and modern.”
“Exactly,” she said. “There’s no fucking way it’s going to work. Not even if Lali had the talent.”
“You don’t see her as comeback material?”
“The bitch is stringing Jerry along. She can’t sing worth shit anymore. Drugs and smoking fucked her voice up, so don’t send her anything with more than an octave range.”
Steve smiled. “You know a lot more than Jerry does. Or at least you see how things are.”
She had finished her eggs and was wiping the yolk from her plate with a piece of toast. Somehow that was sexy, or at least it turned him on. “Yeah, I do,” she said. “I bet you see some things he doesn’t too.”
He started, wondering if she meant the stolen looks at her body. It took a minute before he realized she meant that she was bored. The idea made him smile. Steve adored bored wives. They were often hot and wanting attention. They were also more pragmatic than the young girls and less likely to confuse sex and love. Steve was becoming convinced that mixing the two was dangerous.
Now he looked at her, noting the line of her collarbone and letting his eyes run down to her cleavage. She wasn’t big breasted. He liked the line of firm breast under the filmy robe. In the morning light he could see that her nipples were erect. That was a good sign.
“I see some things,” he said, “and probably they are things Jerry missed.” He smiled. “Jerry is a bit single minded for your tastes, isn’t he?”
She laughed. “That’s one way of putting it.”
She stood up and her robe opened for a moment as she turned and stretched out on a lounge chair next to the table. The robe slipped to one side and Steve got his first really good view of one breast. This time she didn’t pull the robe shut.
“I dressed like this because I wanted Jerry to think about staying home this morning. I didn’t know he was expecting anyone, although that probably wouldn’t have changed anything. He used to let me know what was going on in the business, but not anymore. Anyway, I was surprised when you came walking in and it pissed me off at first because it screwed up my plans. I didn’t mean to be sharp. After listening to his spiel about the Lali project for the umpteenth time, I wasn’t so pissed.”
She put her hand on her flat belly but her eyes were fixed on his. She wanted to know he was watching. Her hand slid down to her thigh, where her fingers rested, paralleling the yellow thong that outlined the curve of her pussy.
“No,” she said. “I wasn’t. In fact, seeing you I had different thoughts.” She licked her lips. “I liked how you didn’t seem to fall for Jerry’s crap, I was thinking that maybe my effort to look sexy, be seductive wouldn’t be wasted after all.”
Steve doubted he’d ever been given an invitation more clearly. He pushed his chair back and came to sit on the lounge chair by her legs. “And Carmen?”
She laughed. “She hides inside when she isn’t needed, which is whenever Jerry leaves. Having servants creeping about makes me feel weird so I chase them off.”
He put his hand on her knee and stroked her leg, enjoying the satiny feel of her legs. “Weird can be fun,” he said. He didn’t think he’d mind if Carmen watched, but he had wanted to know if they might be interrupted.
She looked up at him and he saw her eyes were watery blue. Very sexy.
“I wouldn’t know about weird,” she said. “Most of my life has been quite boring.”
He moved his hand up to her thong and tucked a finger inside it. As he ran his finger between the petals of her cunt she closed her eyes and moaned softly. “I am so sad to hear that,” he said. “Boredom is terrible. I want to help.”
“Oh, please do help,” she said. Her voice trembled slightly and Steve found that incredibly erotic, suggesting she suffered an extreme overdose of sexual frustration. And it was essential that he unleash it.
He worked his finger between the lips of her pussy and bent his face down to run his tongue up her leg. A shiver ran through her. From what she said, she and Jerry had been distant for a time. He probably hadn’t gone down on the poor woman even when they were having better times. That hardly seemed fair to Steve as she looked like she needed it very badly.
She writhed on the chair as he worked two fingers inside her. He used his other hand to slip the thong out of his way, tucking it alongside the soft mound. He licked her thighs from knee to pussy, first one and then the other, before pulling his fingers from her and using them to spread her open so he could see inside that wondrous doorway. He inhaled the smells of her heat as he brought his face into her crotch and tentatively tasted the pink flesh. He slurped the briny wetness and her legs gripped his head, her hands pushed his face tight against her as he explored her, looking for the hard nub of her clitoris. He found it and attacked it as he worked his fingers back inside her, hunting down the spots in her vagina that made her moan with pleasure and rubbing them gently.
She came quickly, wetting his fingers and his face, her body thrashing joyously under him, her moans of delight surrounding him.
Then he sat up, looking at her as she regained her breath. He stood and watched her touch herself, her smile one of pleasure and amusement as he dropped his jeans. When she saw his hard prick her mouth opened and she reached for it, holding it tight as he moved between her legs.
“I want it. Take me,” she said as she gripped his shaft firmly and eagerly guided it between her legs. She worked the head around in the folds of her pussy for a moment, then he felt it plunge into the warm wetness of her sheath. Her hands went around him as he thrust forward, burying himself in her and fusing their hot flesh together.
She was tight and her cunt enveloped him, embraced his prick as he moved in her. She hooked her legs around his and moved with him as he began to move rhythmically inside her. They rocked the lounged chair, his face nuzzling her neck as his hips rammed his prick deep inside her.
She bit his neck and her nails racked his back. It added to the fire building in him and when he came, spurting inside her, he felt her body milking him, squeezing his cock. He lifted up to kiss her, to bite her nipple and then collapsed on her.
Vivian found that the pitcher of mimosas Carmen had made still had some in it and she refilled their glasses. They were both naked and it struck Steve as odd to wake up and find he was sitting poolside naked, drinking a yuppie drink with the wife of a record exec whom he’d just fucked. Steve often enjoyed the surreal, so even though it was odd, it seemed nice in an alternative universe kind of way.
“Did you know that Jerry won’t even listen to my songs,” Vivian said, sounding pouty.
She nodded. “Never.”
So he said the obvious. “I didn’t know you were a songwriter.”
“I started off as a music major and became a songwriter. I had some minor cuts. I met Jerry when the act was recording one of them for his label. I thought he liked my songs as well as me. Of course I thought I knew what the music business was like too.”
“You were wrong?”
“Oh I knew there was hard work and luck involved. But I thought marrying a big shot would mean a life of wild parties by the pool, movie stars, and all sorts of interesting craziness. After we got married I found that he only parties for business and didn’t want me involved in the business at all. I guess he sees it as his turf. Maybe he worries I might be successful and that would threaten him. And the way he goes about things, he’s just a business man who happens to be in the music business. He goes to his office or the studio, cheats on his wife and isn’t any different than the stock broker I was fucking when I met him.”
Steve didn’t care much about hearing her marital problems or how life sucked. Her songs were another matter. “What kind of songs?”
“Rock mostly. I liked some of the wilder stuff. Jerry told me they weren’t commercial and that I don’t understand the mass market. I guess he might be right about that part. I tend to still think music should be a little uninhibited. I think people want entertainment that helps them escape. I tried to write some that were more along the lines of what he likes. I even wrote one I thought I could trick him into giving Lali, but then I heard her pretend to rehearse and realized that she couldn’t sing it. I told Jerry I’d write some for her and he said no way.”
“Tough,” Steve said. Even though he knew what was coming, he tried not to wince.
“Maybe you’d listen to them,” she said. “If you like them, your company could place them for me, right?”
“Sure,” he said. And why not? He had little hope they’d be any good, but it was difficult to keep bored wives spreading their legs for you. They usually either realized that there was a whole world of guys out there willing to fuck them, or decided they didn’t like men, or they wanted to divorce one loser so they could marry the next. If you wanted to have one regular for a while, you needed another angle. If he was peddling her songs, he’d have a reason to stop by every so often. Now that he’d fucked her, she would probably be happy to do it again. At least until the songwriting thing fizzled out. So he asked. “Got any demos?”
She smiled and jumped up, running into the house and coming back way faster than he expected with a drive. She put it on the table. The latest one is on here. It’s a rough guitar and vocal. The lyrics and chords are in a file too.”
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll take it with me and listen. I don’t like listening with the writer in the room.”
“You’ll come back soon and tell me what you think?” Steve thought she looked more excited now than when she was turned on.
“Day after tomorrow,” he said. “I can come in the morning.”
“Come about ten. Jerry will be long gone by then. We can skip breakfast and have some fun and you can tell me what you think.”
“Sounds good,” he said. “But you aren’t trying to get me to leave now, are you?”
She sat on the chair and grabbed his stiffening prick. “Not at all,” she said, stroking him. “There are things in life besides music.”
He liked the sound of that. Maybe he could string this out for some time.
“Your music world is different that Jerry’s. You and I know that pop music should have an edge to it, be about things that matter. I’d love to work with an underground band.”
The attraction of the underground, the illicit odor of it, often got bored wives hot. Once they tasted it, some of them never went back. Others panicked and retreated to the world of housework or whatever life they had run from in the first place. You never knew. Often they couldn’t know, not ahead of time. The life was more than a little uncertain and some people found that tough to deal with. When a woman wanted to try it, all you could do was give them a taste and play it cool.
“If you want to learn about edgy shit, well sex by the pool is nice and all, but sort of mainstream erotic. Why don’t we go in the bedroom and see what happens there?”
Happily she agreed with that as well. Steve decided that this was turning into an agreeable morning. As she led the way through the sliding glass doors (the bedroom opened onto the pool as well) he happily watched the sexy way her ass moved.
The bedroom was large and a big four-poster bed sat in the center, still unmade. As they climbed in, Steve saw the top was mirrored so you could watch yourself, like something from Playboy or in a James Bond movie. It was clearly intended to be considered kinky by people who weren’t. He figured it had to be Jerry’s idea.
Steve grabbed Vivian’s naked body and kissed her. They wrestled around for a while on the soft bed, touching and tasting and just feeling hot. She liked touching and liked being touched. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands behind her back and held them there as he sucked her nipple and then bit it. When he looked up he saw her eyes smoldering. The bitch liked it. This was very promising.
“You don’t just want to get laid, do you? You want to be fucked, to go a little crazy.”
She licked her lips, looking nervous. “I want to know what it’s like,” she said.
He got up from the bed. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes were on his stiff dick. He went to her dresser and opened it. He rummaged until he found some silk scarves, and brought them to the bed. She wanted to ask him what he was going to do. It showed in her face. But she wouldn’t ask. She wanted to go along for the ride.
He rolled her on her stomach and pulled her hands behind her again and tied her wrists together in the small of her back. Then he ran his hands over her ass and felt goosebumps rising up. He pulled her to her knees and ran his fingers under her, playing games in the folds of her pussy, dipping into her vagina and getting them wet.
He knelt behind her and spread the cheeks of her ass apart, enjoying seeing the damp flesh of her pussy and the tight ring of her asshole that way. She had to feel vulnerable but she didn’t say a word. Even when he stuck two fingers in her pussy as far as they’d go, she only gave a soft sigh, and when he put one wet finger in the center of her anus he felt her body tense, but she didn’t object. He moved his finger and spread her ass cheeks further so that he could bend down and dribble saliva right on her anus. Then he worked it in with his finger. She gave a little shriek when he inserted his finger, forcing it in the tight muscles of her sphincter. He spit on his knuckle and the spittle ran down his finger.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as he worked the finger into her ass. As he stretched her ass he moved up close to her butt and used his other hand to bring his cock to her pussy. When he felt the head snuggle inside her warm and welcoming cunt he drove it deep, still fingering her ass. She began moving back to meet his thrusts and her anus relaxed enough for him to add a second finger.
“Good,” he said. “Now you are ready to take my cock in your ass. You want it, don’t you Vivian?”
“Yes,” she said, sounding anything but certain. All he wanted was for her to give him the go ahead. She’d find out if she really wanted it soon enough. He pulled out of her pussy and pressed the slippery cockhead at her anus. Even though he’d fingered it, she’d still be tight, and he pushed into her as hard as he could. She screamed and he felt his cock suddenly being given a fantastic massage as it filled her rectum.
When his body was tight against hers, he paused, waiting for her to catch her breath, maybe even relax a bit. He leaned forward over her, sweat from his chest dripping onto her back. He took the skin of her neck in his teeth and bit it. She gasped, exciting him, and soon he began moving, taking her in short thrusts and then making them longer, running the length of his prick up her backside. The sensations were glorious and it seemed new to her, which made it even better. He wanted to ask her later if her ass had been virgin. Even better than fucking the jerk’s wife was taking her in ways he hadn’t. It shocked him how many men slept with a woman night after night and never got around to buggering her, sometimes not even doing oral.
She was breathing hard and Steve felt his own pulse racing. He was ready to come. He pulled his cock out of her. She cried out in dismay, but he stood on the bed and straddled her, taking his cock and ramming it back in her ass. It went it easily this time and just before he came, he remembered to look up in the mirror but he couldn’t see a fucking thing.