It had been ages since I had been to New York City and friends had told me how bad the transit system was but I just had to see for myself. I mean we have a transit system in Dallas but it's just trains and doesn't have the atmosphere of New York, with all the little shops. I kept asking myself, as I entered the dirty station, do I really want to do this, b...
The dense, humid air on the platform had been annoying Thea, and she breathed a cool sigh of relief from the conditioned interior of the subway car. Looking immediately for an open spot, she took the only empty seat on one side of the car, leaving Shane sandwiched between Thea's parents opposite her. The longing look on the faces of her parents and the awkwa...
My insides felt like a black hole. A star that had burned too brightly, exhausted its energy, doomed to collapse endlessly in on itself until nothing, not even light could escape. You already know the story. Sandra and I met at a writing group I belonged to. She only ever made it to a few meetings, but I was hooked right from the start. She was a tiny, pixy...
My first year of college was full of many surprises, but none as surprising as my first taste of pussy. Let me start from the beginning. I always had an interest in knowing what it would be like to have sex with a woman. I didn’t consider myself gay as I did date boys in high school. What piqued my interest in women was looking at the porno magazines and mo...
The New York subway system can be a royal pain in the ass. It seems that every time I'm in any kind of rush the damn thing breaks down. No problem, I'll just go up and grab a cab. The problem with that is that it is raining and trying to catch a cab in midtown in midday is bad enough but in the rain it is near impossible. Aw screw it. I'll get there when I g...
So I listen to a lot of techno. It might be dorky, and it might give you a headache, but for me its like really good Sunday sex. Unexpected and fabulous. If it was the nineties, you'd call me a candy kid, but its not the nineties, so you'd just call me Skye. I'm here to tell you my story of how I fell in love with a mask. I got my invitation in the mail on...
"How high..." sings Lynn. "How hi-igh... How high the moo-oo-oon!" With echoes of Sarah Vaughan, she stretches the final word beyond its normal constraints, modulating the tone, while her fingers follow a little behind on the piano, finally resolving themselves in improvisation when she senses there is little more to be squeezed from one word. The audienc...
Part 1: London "Honeymoon" London was exciting. Different but not as different as I feared. A mashup of cultures, but not the same mix as in my native New York. It felt like home, and I liked it. I did not know why I was wandering around Hyde Park on my first day in town. I did not know why I was in London in the first place. It was to be my honeymoon. Fou...
Ava groaned when she heard the alarm clock erupt in its obnoxious announcement that another day was yet upon her. Reaching over to silence it, if only for a few precious moments, she pondered the monotony of her everyday life. Each day, she made her way to the CIA headquarters in Langley...only to occupy the same desk and perform the same mundane tasks. She...
Amy was on her first trip outside of Canada, a college sponsored week in London during her freshman year. College was challenging for the petite girl, but she worked hard and managed A's in all her classes. She missed her friends, and had practically no social life as she spent all her time studying. When the opportunity for a Spring trip to Europe came, she...