music maker

music maker is my newest piece. it’s an erotic fairy tale based on the classic, The Wonderful Musician by the Brothers Grimm. for those who are not familiar with the tale, it’s a story of a fiddler who wanders through the woods in search of companionship. while playing his instrument he encounters three animals: a fox, a hare and a wolf. they are all enamored with his gift, but the fiddler wants nothing to do with these animals and he entraps them so that he could go on his way without their company. he soon finds suitable company in a woodsman, but the wolf managed to free itself, the fox and the hare.

the animals approach the fiddler for the purpose of doing him harm, but the woodsman intervenes and protects the fiddler. the wolf, the fox and the hare run off and the fiddler shows the woodsman his gratitude with another song before he himself moves on.

you can read the story in its entirety by clicking the link to become familiar with the plot (will open in a new window) : The Wonderful Musician

i want to take a moment to thank someone, a wonderful soul who is a member of a community that i belong to. she gave me permission to use her username when i struggled to find a name for my female character. Tiarra, i thank you so much for your energy, your kindness and the light that is your friendship.

i hope that i did not depart too much from the original. please enjoy music maker and i thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my contribution. 

music maker

After pressing a nametag against her top, Tiarra nervously tapped her pen against the table as she listened to the organizer. “Ladies! You will keep your seats, the men will move from table to table every three minutes until each one of you has has a chance to meet all of them.” This was what Tiarra had been reduced to: Speed dating. “Remember that exchanging phone numbers and last names is prohibited.” Her palms began to sweat. I should have worn my microbraids in a ponytail, she thought. “After the event, don’t forget to turn in your scorecards. We will email you asking for the ID number of any dater you would like to meet again.” I should have worn a different color shirt, she contemplated, gazing at the light green top she was wearing. “Relax and smile, ladies. You may just meet the love of your life tonight!” Was this true? Can one find true love by evaluating a parade of men every three minutes? There wasn’t time to mentally answer that; before she could blink there was a man sitting across from her.

He wore rimless glasses, a black shirt and a dark gray jacket. His 5 o’clock shadow was a nice compliment to his wavy copper red hair.

His name was David O’Hare, a computer software engineer. Tiarra made the proper introductions and asked standard questions: Where are you from? Do you have any pets? Are you a morning person? Three minutes didn’t give her much time to ask questions that required lengthy answers, so she stuck with ones that shed light on his personality: Do you have or want children? What are you looking for in a relationship? How do you spend your free time? In his spare time, David built model cars and enjoyed bird watching.

He asked the same question of her. “I play violin in a classical music ensemble,” she replied fondly. By day, Tiarra worked as a respiratory care technician, and about six years ago she attended a concert in the park; that’s when she took an interest in playing the violin. Her instructor at the time needed a replacement violinist for a friend’s wedding reception and she filled in. Not long after that, the group decided to form a band and hired themselves out to perform at special engagements.

The buzzer sounded. Tiarra smiled and made some notes on her scorecard. “It would be nice to hear you play one day soon, Tiarra.” David said, standing.

He was nice, but he was also the first dater and she didn’t want to make a decision too soon. “We’ll see, David. Thank you.”

“Evan. Pleasure to meet you, beautiful.” He extended his hand while sitting, almost like he’d done this many times before. Evan Fox worked in a PR firm. He worked hard and he played hard, according to him. Tiarra studied his features and wondered why someone so attractive would be interested in speed dating. He had ginger blond hair and inviting hazel eyes glinting with flecks of green. He spoke in a way that would suggest he was used to getting what he wanted. While he spoke of his wine club hobby, Tiarra managed to tell him about her playing violin, but he didn’t seem impressed. She let him continue; drawing daisies on a napkin while he went on and on about the places he traveled and the celebrities he rubbed elbows with. Then her eyes fell on his hands; he talked with his hands – but that’s not what caught her eye. It was the tan line on his left ring finger. He wasn’t looking for true love, he was looking for a one night stand. When he paused, she asked, “So Evan, is there anything else you want to share with me?”

“Just how much I’d love to take you to dinner, then on a romantic hot air balloon ride.” Sure, and just for kicks, let’s invite your wife. “You can even bring your little violin and play something for me.”

Little violin?

The buzzer went off, Tiarra thanked the heavens inwardly. “Thank you, Evan. It was nice talking to you.”

Fifteen minutes and five dates later, Tiarra wanted this event to be over.

“Hi, I’m Juilan.” Julian Wolfe, the attorney. He’d just made partner in his law firm and loved the outdoors, especially hunting and rock climbing. Julian had a big, bright smile to compliment his warm, sophisticated brown eyes and sable brown hair. He wasn’t as attractive as Evan, but he was charismatic and had a solid confidence – that alpha male behavior that she imagined a lot of women were drawn to. He was blunt and to the point with his answers but he kept his eyes on her the entire time. Questions went back and forth like a tennis match: Where do you see yourself in five years? What makes you laugh? Why did your last relationship end? What accomplishment are you most proud of? It was like he thought this was a game and he was trying to win.

She asked about his hobbies. “Chess. Don’t laugh but I have to listen to Tchaikovsky while I play.”

Tiarra didn’t laugh. “Really? I love classical music. I play violin in a musical ensemble.”

“That’s nice,” he nodded. “Tell me, how important is sexual compatibility to you? I’m dominant in the bedroom, so It’s very essential for me to have someone companionable or it’s just not going to work.”

The buzzer sounded at his random question. Julian stood while extending his hand, “Nice to meet you. Maybe we can continue this over dinner at my place some time. I might even let you serenade me with your violin.”

“Thank you, Julian.” She smiled politely and shook his hand. How exhausting.

Her last date took a seat in front of her. “Hello, I’m Devin.” Devin Paxton designed furniture, and enjoyed camping and fishing. Compared to the others, talking to him was like a breath of fresh air; nothing felt uncomfortable or rushed. He was lean and athletic in stature with neatly cropped hair, broad shoulders and pale blue eyes that were so alluring, getting lost in them would be a special honor. Hearty laughter pushed past his lips when Tiarra told him that her only fishing experience involved catching an old running shoe instead of a fish. It was discovered that they enjoyed the same foods, and both confessed to being horrible at singing Karaoke.

His vibrant, blue eyes lit up when he found out that she played violin. “Really? Thats…”

The buzzer and the organizer went off. “Ladies, this concludes our event for tonight. Don’t forget to fill out your scorecards! Gentlemen, thank you for coming! Have a great night, everyone!”

“Sorry. It was a pleasure meeting you, Tiarra.”

“You too, Devin. Thank you.” She watched him walk away. He turned just before walking out of the door, smiled and waved at her.

Tiarra fluttered her fingers and whispered, “Bye.”

Two Weeks Later

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Early Saturday morning before the world was fully awake, Tiarra carried her violin to Woodscape Park. There was a bench between two shade trees near a pond that was home to a raft of ducks. Taking a seat, she opened the violin case, removed her bow and a cake of rosin to apply to the bow hair. Devin was going to meet her here after he delivered a table, so she had about thirty minutes to herself. While tightening the bow hair and smiling at the ducks she announced, “Ave Maria? Why I’d be delighted to play that for you.” Playing Schubert’s beautiful arrangement always filled her with strong admiration for the piece.

She heard clapping when she finished and expected to see Devin when she turned around. “That…was just lovely. Tionne, right?” It was Julian Wolfe, the attorney from speed dating.

“Tiarra.” She was uncomfortable as she loosened the bow hair.

“You know, I thought you and I made a connection at speed dating.” He stood in front of her, arms folded. “Imagine my surprise when I never heard from you.”

“I’m sorry. I just decided to contact someone else.” Tiarra returned the violin and bow to its case.

“Well that’s obvious Tionne, but perhaps you didn’t understand where I was coming from.”

“Tiarra. I know where you were coming from; I’m just not interested. Now if you will excuse me.” As she stood to leave, Julian grabbed her violin case. “Give it back!” she hissed through clenched teeth.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” The case fell to the ground after he snatched the violin from it. “Stupid bitch, No one tells me no!” he growled. The next sound Tiarra heard was the cracking of wood against wood. She watched as shattered violin pieces fell into the grass. Her chest tightened. He closed in on her and grabbed her wrists.

“Hey!” Devin called, running toward them. Just as Julian turned to face him, he was tackled to the ground. Tiarra stepped to the side, watching with her hands over her mouth. The fight seemed to go on forever, but in the end Julian took off with a black eye and a broken nose.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Devin asked breathlessly, pulling Tiarra into the safety of his arms.

“No,” she replied plaintively. “Did he hurt you?”

“A few cuts on my face and hands. I’m okay.”

Tiarra turned toward the broken pieces that used to be her violin. “I wish I could say the same for my violin.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll get you another one.”

Four Weeks Later

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After dinner while Tiarra was doing the dishes, Devin embraced her from behind and whispered in her ear, “Close your eyes.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just close your eyes.”

“Alright, alright.” After she complied, Devin placed a blindfold over her eyes. “Devin?”

“Come with me.” He took her hand in his, led her to the living room and guided her onto the couch.

“What is going on?”

“I’ll be right back. Trust me.”

“Devin!” She could hear him moving things around in the bedroom closet. “I told you I would only play naughty hostage that one time!” she joked.

After a few moments he returned. “You can take your blindfold off, silly.”

Tiarra pulled the cloth from her eyes. Devin was kneeling before her holding a violin case. “I made some calls and found a friend of a friend who is a professional violin maker.”

Instantly, tears welled in her eyes as she opened the case and lifted the violin out. “Oh my goodness.”

“He did the bulk of the work, but he let me help. I even had a dragonfly painted on it because I know how much you like them.”

“It’s beautiful.” Her fingers followed the contours of the instrument, stopping at the stunning scroll at the end of the neck.

“I carved that myself. That’s the…the…the violin something?”

“The scroll,” she sobbed. “I love it. Thank you so much.”

“Now we don’t have to keep renting one.” Devin cradled her face, wiping her tears with the pads of his thumbs. “Play something for me?” Just as Tiarra was reaching for her bow, he gently placed his hand on her arm. “Not here.” He stood, taking her violin and himself to the bedroom. She smiled and followed with her bow.

Devin was standing near a credenza that he made himself out of cherry wood stained with a mahogany finish. “Here.”

Standing on her toes, Tiarra kissed his cheek before taking the violin from him. She leaned against the credenza and began playing the 3rd movement from Bartok’s Solo Violin Sonata. Devin watched for a moment then tugged at her denim shorts until the button slipped out of its narrow opening. He pulled the zipper down to tease her exposed midriff; his index finger moving randomly over her brown skin. Tiarra laughed softly, breaking her concentration. “I can’t play if you insist on doing that.”

“Shhh. Don’t stop.” Tiarra continued to draw her bow across the violin strings, the graceful transitions produced a series of beautiful notes that saturated the room. Devin pushed gently, easing her shorts past the swell of her hips. He got down on both knees, kissing the hollow where her navel rested. Tiarra’s breathing became heavy. His sturdy hands gathered the fabric of her panties and pulled them down her legs and around her ankles. He helped her step out of her clothes, then allowed his hand to glide over the warmth of her sweet nest.

“Devin…” she called, knowing this battle had no prospect of success.

“Keep playing.” He swept his fingers over her mons. The fleshy eminence was a sensitive spot for Tiarra and he wasn’t surprised when he heard a bad note; that’s how well he knew her body. He leaned in, nuzzling and sniffing deeply; he loved her scent. His tongue parted the soft folds of her labia; he also loved the way she tasted.

Tiarra’s notes struggled even more as he captured her inner lips. “Devin…”

“I can’t talk right now.” His words were deep and husky as they vibrated against her moist, inviting skin. Devin coaxed her clitoris from its hood with his tongue then drew it into his mouth. Tiarra was breathing fitfully now and could no longer concentrate. She lowered her bow and violin onto the credenza then buried her fingers into Devin’s soft, sooty black hair. As he suckled the hardened flesh, a robust force coiled up her spine and ruptured throughout her body. She separated her legs to accommodate his unrelenting mouth and tongue. Devin pulled away long enough to lift her body onto the credenza and tilt her hips upward.

Back on his knees, he forced his tongue deep inside of her. Supporting herself on her hands, Tiarra bucked lightly against his mouth; her short, sharp gasps accompanying the wet sounds of him drawing her essence out with his mouth. When her juices began to dribble down the sides of his face, he stood, pulled his shirt over his head and quickly unfastened and removed his jeans. Tiarra came out of her tank top and Devin placed himself between her legs, his fingers aimlessly drawing circles on her shapely thighs. He looked fondly at her beautiful, exposed cinnamon colored skin. His gaze immediately meeting hers, Devin leaned forward and gingerly dotted the concave of her neck with kisses. “Do you know how sexy you are when that violin is resting on your collarbone?” he asked, nibbling and kissing her there. When Tiarra cradled the back of his neck, Devin shifted slightly and stroked his aroused flesh against her treasured entrance. Slowly, he guided himself deep inside her pussy – and she accepted him. Tiarra steadied herself with her free hand while Devin hoisted her legs a little higher. Like musical notes playing together, their bodies moved in harmony.

“I love being inside of you, Goddess.” Devin whispered shallowly. Like always when he called her Goddess, her muscles contracted around his member possesively. He pulled away, so that only the head of his dick was inside of her. Damp, heated breaths escaped Tiarra’s lungs; it was torture, but she loved when he did this. Loved it because he would close his eyes and bite his lower lip while she repeatedly contracted and relaxed her muscles around his throbbing head. Devin’s entire length entered her again, he thrusted without shame and swelled inside of her. Tiarra rocked with him and didn’t try to suppress her cries. “Devin! Come with me, Devin!”

“I’m coming for you, Goddess! I’m….” Their bodies shook violently in that final moment of pleasure. They erupted in exquisite bursts, guttural moans and erratic sighs until his sexual organ and her womb were barren. Nearly breathless, Tiarra locked her legs around Devin’s waist and pulled him in for a long, impassioned kiss.

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Now in bed, tangled in a mess of sex scented sheets, Tiarra found herself nestled between Devin’s arm and chest. She was in a prime position to hear the tender lub-dub, lub-dub sound pulsate in her ear. And that was the most beautiful music she’d ever heard.

© enchanted.ladybug 02.26.2012