Down & Dirty Band Novels & Stories

He waved, and then stepped back. "Well folks, that's the show....almost. His band, my band, Summer Sounds, and a few more of the people that have played here tonight, we all got together and decided to go out in style, so the next few numbers are our way of saying thank you for your support. Here we go, boys." His band had on their mariachi outfits, complete with big sombreros, the beach band all had on shorts and big, flowery shirts, there were two from the country band in western shirts and cowboy hats, and we were all wearing our kilts. It was quite a sight.

I chew on my nails nervously. I keep going through the album, growing more uncomfortable, falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of young Bentley Brown. It’s like with every page I turn, I feel like a fourteen-year-old crushing harder and harder on that cool, mysterious boy from high school. There are a few pictures of Jake too, and their mom Nora and their dad Finn. I tuck the album back in place, bringing my soul back to earth. I try to shake the strange feeling off and continue fixing the shelf; I’m almost done anyway.

His voice dark— “Let me do my work… or…?” ⚠️ She went silent. He carefully cleaned her wound. Bandaged it. Gave her medicine. She swallowed it— “Now… can I go?” 😥 But suddenly— Her vision blurred. She collapsed. 😴 Daniel gently laid her down— “Sorry… my baby. You need rest.” 📞 Call. “Yes.” “Sir, the goons are taken to Black Villa. Interrogation started.” Call ended. Daniel looked at her— “They deserve punishment.”

she says lazily. My blood chills. No, no, please don’t... don’t you fucking dare. I shake my head fast and hard, urging her not to do this. Mark turns toward her. “What does that mean?” She smirks and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “You’re still hoping to make money from the street? That’s old news. There are apps now. Daddies Kingdom, Daddies Underground, Sugar Babies, Domme Kingdom.” Mark squints, confused. “Can you say that in simple fucking terms?”

“Hi, I’m Owen Dawson. And Charlie and I are back together.” Todd stands up so fast the bar stool falls to the ground behind him. Then he balls his fist and tries to punch me right in the face.

“Everyone is planning for your downfall. Keep up the disinterested act when everything goes downhill.” “What do you want?” He asked “And you didn’t come up here to just tell me that thinking I will be scared. People do my job for me, of course people will talk, and I am alpha, everyone who is smart will want me down, and if you want to be an ally then you are just as stupid as they say every white wolf is.” She nodded “You are so dumb, and this is why Vivian cheats on you.” He didn’t say a word or move but she could smell the hurt, a pride was bleeding, and it wasn’t hers.

I look straight into the camera, cum sticky and warm on my lips and cheeks, chest heaving, pussy still throbbing and dripping. “Happy... fucking... Thanksgiving, bitches.”

Sarah's slender fingers expertly unbuttoned Ron's shirt and it was a matter of seconds before the shirt was thrown in a direction none of them knew. Ron wasn't wearing a singlet so Sarah's hands went straight to his trouser, unbuttoning it with so much haste. Ron's hands weren't idle either, by the time his vintage shirt had come off, Sarah's silk night dress was on the floor, not her body. His trouser came off. Then her underwear. Then his black colored, Calvin Klein underwear. Kissing fiercely, naked and staggering around, the both of them ended up on the black, furry couch.