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...
The tall one shook a cigarette from of a pack of Camels and went through the macho ritual of lighting it as a very good-looking girl sauntered towards them from the deeper recesses of the bar. She was wearing a tight dress with a scoop top that seemed to be struggling to contain her breasts, which were bra-less. Bruno was impressed with her body and as sh...
"Oh, fuck!! I'm cumming!" Melissa screamed and began whimpering. Her orgasm milking my cock, provoking me to flood her with my own. I collapsed and Melissa rolled over on top of me. Her 40D chest molding itself to my chest as we kissed. "Welcome to New York, Len." She giggled tracing my nipple with her fingernail. "Thanks, babe. This.." I gave her tight a...
A sequel to "A Room With A View" Jim O'Rourke glanced up from the stack of papers he'd been feeding into the high-powered copier, just in time to catch sight of the smartly dressed young woman who'd just walked into Reproduction. That was one of the few perks of working here at Moore and Ryan, the twenty year old told himself, even if he was only doing so...
[This is a non-erotic tale. Seriously. Non-erotic. Stay away if you want sex here. These are not the words you're looking for. This is literally the darkest thing I have ever written, and it is totally unrelated to all of my other works. You have been warned.] * Gregor Samsa had awoken one morning to find that he had been transformed into a giant cockroach...