Back of the Bus

Back of the Bus

I was fingering her in the back seat of the bus when she told me to fuck her. We had kissed exactly twice before then, and both times were brief and nearly chaste. A brush of the lips more than a passion play. But there we were, on our way home from the last day of...
Images I Never Saw

Images I Never Saw

She liked to tell me everything. To this day I’m not sure how much I believe, but I suppose that doesn’t matter. Each time she knocked on my door with a bottle in one hand and a blanket in the other I knew it was coming. And as the months went by I yearned for it...
The Great Whore of New York

The Great Whore of New York

“How did you get to be Guy New York?” Bob asked me one night in the courtyard of Madam X. “There’s only one way to become a New York,” I told him. I reached into my vintage leather jacket and pulled out a silver cigarette case. I opened it and pulled out a Pall Mall...