Taut Strings, Soft Lips
The first stroke of a bow quivering against an untested instrument. The first steps in a dance of life. The first venture into a frightening and wonderful new world. It's true what they say: you always remember your first time.
A bow quivers against an untested instrument. The first steps are taken in a dance of life. A filly ventures forth into a frightening and wonderful new world.
It's true what they say: you always remember your first time.
Your first song. Your first instrument. Your first love.
Parts of this story have been removed and/or edited due to mature content. The story as it was meant to be read can be found on my profile, under the title "First Instrument."
7703 words: Estimated 39 minutes to read
Download:
1 Chapter:
- Taut Strings, Soft Lips 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC7703