She's wearing a short skirt with cowboy boots. Her eyebrow is pierced. She has pinkish-purple hi-lites dyed in her hair. She doesn't look remotely unasian (as she said to me before we met). We get brunch at some hipster place. She thinks "brunch" is a pretentious idea, and wonders why we aren't just getting lunch. I explain that while brunch in Brooklyn is c...
Author's Note: This is part of our ongoing adventures, and our eleventh story. It references events and characters from our previously published stories. You can read it alone, but we would love for you to check out our other work. Enjoy! * Depending how you looked at it, our first time visiting a sex club was either a great success or a colossal failure....
This episode of Vice Cop does not further the plot and is instead a bit of a departure and a break from the present-time action. While the action in the beginning that triggers the flashbacks is in the present, the majority of scenes are in the past- the early 1980's. These are scenes of flashbacks/memories of Hudson's training days in the New York Police...
I'd had an extraordinary run of luck ever since I'd gotten back to New York City. From the last week in February to now, the first week in August, I'd bedded 16 women. Since I was working in one political campaign after another and it was 1970 (that is, the end of the 60s), they just kept marching up to me, one after the other. Of the 16, only five were stil...
I couldn't believe this was happening. When I approached Tamika with my proposition, I expected her to slap me in my face, at the very least cuss me out. However, she didn't do either of those things. Tamika stared at me and said, "Sure, why not?" Now, what did I ask of the chocolate beauty? Well, I thought it would be a nice surprise to have a little threes...
I had the day off, and of course it was raining... I finished cleaning the house and decided to check my email. Once I was done with that, I decided to do some food shopping. I put on my black stretchy pants and a t-shirt. I got everything together and ran to the van. Wouldn't you know it, it wouldn't start. It was totally dead. I ran back to the house & c...
I found myself moving speedily down the un-peopled street. Yes, it was cluttered with debris, and piles of dirty snow, but at this time of early morning, the sidewalks of my hometown were deserted. The city that never sleeps is a misnomer. It does sleep, albeit in fits and starts somewhere between the waning moon and the approach of dawn. It was frigid and I...
I'm rather insecure. It's my looks. I don't have an hourglass figure, for example. My hips look like they belong on a man. It's called "slim hips" and women runners have them. I just call them ugly hips. My face is not especially pretty and my hair is in a permanent Jewfro, the type of tight curly hair Jews get that resembles genuine afros. On Blacks it can...
"Stephen, I came here to tell you that I want out of this relationship, you've always been a fool, and a dreamer, you'll never make it into the Space Program," Sally Jackson said haughtily to her boyfriend Stephen Keen, and with that, the tall, well-dressed, supremely attractive young African-American woman rose, grabbed her purse and walked away. Sitting...
Kabir and Alana had been dating for 7 years. Alana was a 5'6", slim, dark-haired girl with a swimmer's body, working at a top PR firm. Kabir was a 5'9" brown-eyed guy with an athletic build; not excessively buff, but you could tell he worked out. He ran a chain of restaurants in the city. They were both driven people, which was part of the attraction they...