Three Little Naughties: Stories About Three Little Naughty Girls

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The girl was pleased. The first half of the performance had gone well but now in the middle of the second she felt as though she was playing better than she had ever played in her life. She could almost feel the music as the string quartet played for the private party in this huge house. The room had excellent acoustics and the audience of about thirty people were very appreciative of the musicians who were performing for them. The only slight downside was the heat from the lights that blazed down at them, which had them all perspiring soon after starting their performance but the host had graciously organised some drinks for them during the short interval.

The ten-year-old violinist didn't know why but she felt everything so much more acutely than usual. She could feel the vibrations from the music travelling through her body from where she held the violin under her chin. She could feel her skin as if her clothes were brushing it as she moved. She realized with a shock that her nipples were hard and she had an itch between her legs that caused her to rub her thighs together in an attempt to ease it. Looking up, she noticed that everyone in the room was looking at her. She wondered if they could see what the curious feelings were doing to her. Could they see that she was beginning to pant and was getting a strange sexual feeling? Although she loved her music, never before had it affected her this way! As though through a mist she realized that hers was the only instrument left playing but she felt that she just had to finish before she could stop. The room had begun to spin before her and just as she felt herself topple over, hands steadied her and she was led to a chair to sit down. “Don't worry.” She heard a voice say. “It is so hot in here that you must feel faint.

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