A Whisper at the Station

She was running twenty minutes late. Not enough time for a martini at the Campbell Apartment, not enough time for some Kumamotos at the Oyster Bar, and not really enough time to get my boots shined. But it was enough time to wander the halls of Grand Central looking...
Thinking of Cars

Thinking of Cars

I’m thinking back to cars and making out in the dark with that hint of fear always stuck in my throat. There was a view where we parked even though her dad was on patrol, and I went down on her even though it meant scrunching my body up like a slinky on the floor of...

Sex in That Part of Town

Fucking in the East Village is very different from fucking on the Upper West Side. The first time I fucked in the village I was drunk and jealous, and we tore at each other’s bodies and hearts with a slightly innocent anger that lead to amazing sex.  It was dirty and...

This Morning in New York

This morning in New York four hundred cab drivers yelled fuck you out their windows before eight am. Two and a half thousand NYU students jerked themselves off before getting out of bed, and twelve senior citizens had sex in the shower propping themselves up on...

Seven Places You Haven’t Had Sex

Late one night, the East River far below and the overbuilt goliath beneath their feet, they fucked on the Brooklyn Bridge to say goodbye. She left one way and he the other, a kiss still wet on their lips as they pulled out their phones to delete numbers. Early one...

From Disgusting Beautiful Immoral

(and excerpt from Disgusting Beautiful Immoral. Read the whole thing in print or e-book here.) “You were distracted last night, Babygirl. You know I can’t allow that, don’t you? If you’re going to suck Daddy’s cock you’re going to need to concentrate much harder.” I...