Pushed to One Side

“That’s a beautiful outfit, but it looks complicated,” she said slowly. I nodded in agreement as we stood in the back of the crowd watching the show. “I tend to prefer things that can either be lifted up or pushed to the side,” I said. It was the truth, although I’m...

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...