A Rooftop Nooner

“Lunch sex?” read the text. Fuck.  Do I have time?  Of course, I have time. “Where?” “Roof of your building?” Shit, that’s a fantastic bad idea.  The roof is perfect, and there’s even some privacy, but I know everyone in this building by their first name.  Don’t think...

Fucking Times Square

“I thought Times Square was supposed to be gross or something,” she said, as she bummed a cigarette. We were standing on 8th Ave looking down 42nd St at the bright lights, the honking traffic, and the giant billboard advertising Jay-Z’s new album. I shrugged my...

Are you Fucking in There?

“Are you guys fucking in there?” Shit.  The stall was locked, and the hotel bathroom was far from anything, but someone found us anyway.  How do you answer that question? Just an honest yes? Say nothing at all? Ask for a towel? “Um, yeah,” my friend replied in a quiet...

Heading to Spring Break (From Pill X: Spring Break)

“Guys, if I don’t get laid the second we get to the beach, I’m going home.” “You are such a slut!” Maco said, turning to look at the blonde girl in the backseat of the convertible. “We’re not even there yet, keep your clam in the bag.” “Oh come on, like you two aren’t...