It's Only Sex
Posted on: May 24, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
It was her turn. "Have you ever been with another man?" she asked.A little pause."Yes," I answered. "A conductor in Vienna I was working under. No pun intended." She grinned slyly and so did I. I continued."One evening we'd imbibed that tad bit too much spirits and I suppose you could say male bonding got taken to another level. He was heterosexual as well, but our sexuality had little to do with it..." I trailed off. Her grin had widened. There was a playful amusement in her eyes as she looked at me in that extremely alluring way of hers that gets me every time. I could feel an undeniable stirring inside me. Every nerve of my body cried out for her. I wanted her. Now. But she would have none of that. Not until I had finished telling her every filthy detail.But let me tell my story again properly for you lusty readers.The year was 1910. It was the final year of my musical studies at the conservatory. Franz was about ten years older than me and occasionally visited our class to lecture or give instruction as he was too young to acquire the position of a professor at the time, though he was on good terms with all of the teachers and many of the students. A respected young conductor, he was a mentor of sorts to me, having already achieved the ...
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