Philip lay on the bed of room four-twelve, his head propped on a folded pillow, fingers intertwined cupping his cranium. His shoes were off and his stockinged feet rested in Ai's little lap. He was in a pensive mood. Philip was a believer in the dictum that 'you get what you pay for' with the slight modification that if you got something for free you still...
It was a breezy autumn evening as two trench coat wearing NYPD detectives walked down a side street in Chinatown. The sidewalk glowed red with the cumulative reflection of stoplights, tail-lights, and marketing signs. The threat that the sheen on the pavement might be refreshed by yet more rains remained. Most, but not all, of the businesses complied with th...
Author's Note: This is the third chapter in a multi-part story called "The Swim Team." It is meant to be read in succession. If you have found this chapter first, I recommend visiting my author bio and start reading from chapter 1. Enjoy! *** The day of the competition arrived, and I was about to vomit. I hadn't seen or talked to my family all day, not wan...
The first view I ever got of Tingting was my favourite one; a hundred and eighty degrees straight down her top. I was standing with one foot on each of the top two bunk beds in the trains cabin, trying to make our back-packs fit into the luggage rack when she put one foot inside the room, peering at her ticket to see if she was in the right place. Her top, w...
The door swung hard hitting the wall loudly and knocking some things from Armin's dresser. We found ourselves looking at Mei-Hua. She was holding a few bags of takeout and a cardboard cup holder with two large sodas. Everything in her hands hit the floor at her feet with explosive results. "You're fucking my sister?" She looked as if she were in a state of...
It was Friday night and Mei was still recovering from her ride on Philip's fuck machine. Its strong motors, the leather straps and his well-timed strikes thrust her to a level of ecstasy so intense she was yet again transported out of her body. She had had no idea that sex like that was even possible. No one had treated her that way, no one had broken her be...
Philip liked good food and didn't want to eat at a burger joint. Lately his favorite restaurant was The French Laundry but since it was an hour north of Oakland his meeting with Tim would have to be at Atelier Crenn on Fillmore or Benu on Hawthorne Street. Since Tim was staying at the hotel with Karla, presumably, he'd chosen Benu, which was only ten blocks...
Jack found the small advertisement in the local newspaper. "Sperm donors needed. To apply please come to.." with the number and street of a local address. Intrigued, Jack decided to go down and check it out since the next day was his day off. The address brought him to a nondescript office in an industrial park with nothing special to distinguish it, He we...
People react to extraordinary experiences in different ways. Some respond with shock, reflexively hiding from the encounter, some seek a reoccurrence, whereas others might search for a religious or medical explanation. But when Mei Chun got fucked senseless she simply left her body and mind behind and voyaged in a self-less, transcendental state. At the mo...
At ten o'clock Saturday morning, my door bell rang, and I found a freshly scrubbed, ebullient Mei-Lien waiting to be let in. As soon as she was inside, she stepped in front of the hall mirror and, with an exultant smile on her face, unbuttoned her coat to reveal that, aside from the socks and sneakers on her feet, the only garment she wore was a leotard. Fur...