Down & Dirty Band Novels & Stories

She stumbled down, and her knees scraped against the gravel. She struggled to stand up, but one of the men held her down. "Let's see where you can go now." He smiled lewdly. The three men quickly stepped forward to hold her down. They cackled like a bunch of hyenas about to get some fresh meat. "Come on!" they yelled at their leader. They couldn't wait to get a taste of this.

He responds likewise then returns to his typical grim expression. Thank God for these kinds of distractions! At least I don’t need to fuck anyone to get this off my system. Well, not that kind of fucking at the very least… The Rube accelerates as the song "Heart Upon My Sleeve" by Imagine Dragon and Avicii plays loudly on his car stereo. As the music start to pound his senses, he burries all his emotions deep inside himself to prepare for his latest mission.

would never have ventured into such places, let alone rescued Derek. Yet she took my place and impersonated me as the person who saved Derek's life. The memories, a relentless tide of pain, fueled my resolve. I clenched my fists, wiped away the last traces of tears and dialed a number. "Dennis Hoppe," I said, my voice steady, "Capo of the new rising east coast mafia. You're the man who took down two gambling dens in the south within a week, and the one who wiped out the Fernando family in a single night.

Out loud, I just nodded. “Well,” I said calmly, “good luck with that.” She gave me a tired smile. “Thanks for the support.” “Don’t get used to it.” I slipped out before she could ask anything else. Dirty Angels was already alive when I arrived. Music thumped through the walls, lights pulsed across the crowd, and the usual collection of beautiful people had gathered to drink, flirt, and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist. The whole glamorous circus was out to play.

The judges didn't seem too pleased either. Moving on, or at least trying to on my part, the next group was Code Blue. The resident bad boys of their school, South Bridge University. Composed of the tattoo covered Blue Manalo on vocals, the playboy Jet Castillo on lead guitars and backing vocals, the gambler Nick Fuente on bass, and the obnoxious Ice Garcia on drums. These guys were regulars in the underground music scene and were veterans to Band Clash as well. While they played mostly heavy metal and screamo songs, they were one of our toughest competitions this year.

She had been at college and her roommate had been from the South. Her roommate had loved these guys, they were a small local band and weren't on any major label, but they weren't bad. The lyrics were funny and you could tell that at least the songwriter had grown up in a white-trash trailer park. "Drive by Truckers". What a name for a band. Her favorite song was Bulldozers and Dirt. It was rather disturbing in a redneck sort of way. Some guy's love for red clay, and his lust for his under-age stepdaughter. There was musical talent for sure, but they'd never play this on the radio. The next morning Damien was standing next to her truck again. She was a little disturbed about it and she told h

I said to myself. I forced myself to stand up from the bed and pulled off the bed sheets stained with my blood. I was still fully naked. I felt so much pain in my thighs and vagina as I came down from the bed. I folded the bed sheets and took it to the bathroom, then soaked it in water. Then I turned on the shower to take my bath again. While in the shower, I roughly scrubbed my body parts that Antonio touched but I didn't still feel clean. I still felt dirty, unclean and used.

And I leaned forward and bit both of his hard nipple before licking the sweat from his chest while I kept bouncing. “I'm so close,” he groaned. “Me too,” I hissed. He slapped my ass softly. “Fill me up,” I told him. His eyes fixed in my face. “Breed this power bottom’s ass like you mean it. Shoot your cum deep in me because I want it leaking out of me—down my thighs and legs.” His eyes widened. I realized that he liked this dirty talk. It aroused him. But before I could continue, he flipped me back over and railed me even harder with an animalistic groan.