It’s Okay

“It’s okay if you lie about me,” I whispered. “In fact, I like it.”

“You like it?”

I pulled her closer and kissed her hair once more, still marveling at the fact that she was in bed next to me at all. We had moved from exaltation to exhaustion more times than I could count and our bodies were sore and battered. Each time I thought we might slow down or sleep there was a whispered word or the movement of a thigh. Something as simple as a breath would draw us back into each other’s sticky embrace and once again time would forget what it was supposed to do.

“You’re so honest and kind,” I said, pausing to kiss her lips and look into her eyes. “So I like anything at all that makes you go against your values.”

She buried her head in the crook of my neck and shook it back and forth, her hair in my mouth in an instant. I squeezed her hand, wondering if for just a moment I had said the wrong thing. When she finally looked up at me again she was grinning.

“I think this might work out well,” she said before kissing me once more.



We didn’t sleep all night.

It was hot, but we found our bodies touching over and over again, each time lasting longer than the time before. She pulled away when I caressed her arm, and I rolled over when her knee slid too high up my thigh. Early in the morning I watched, not feeling connected to my body or actions, as I leaned in and kissed her bare shoulder. When she turned to her back, her legs parted and her hand on her stomach, I didn’t look away.

When my hand replaced hers, neither of us moved it. When my fingers traced the edge of elastic neither of us said a word. Her leg pushed against mine, her hand felt my skin with intention, and I didn’t stop. She moaned when I touched hair, and she parted her thighs wider, seemingly holding her breath as I leaned forward until my hand was hovering above her wet skin. I kissed her cheek, my fingers barely tracing her, and she opened her eyes.

“Kiss me,” I whispered.

When her lips touched mine, my hand dropped, fingers opening her even as our tongues did the same. I pulled her to me, kissing her harder as she struggled with my boxers, pushing them down until her hand was around my cock. We moaned and squirmed, losing our few items of clothing until finally our sweaty bodies were just skin against skin and it was too much.

“I want you,” I said, climbing between her legs and pinning her arms above her head. “Now.”

“Yes,” she said, lifting her hips off the bed. “Yes, yes, yes.”

It took effort to penetrate her, and I finally had to reach between our legs and guide myself inside her. But when it was done, when we were as close as it was possible to be, time held still right along with us. I stared into her eyes, she slid her hands down to my ass, and then finally we kissed once more before we started to fuck.

She came within minutes, her legs wrapped around me body, her teeth pulling on my lip, and my cock buried inside her. I breathed her orgasm, never letting go of our kiss, even as she shuddered beneath me. I slowed down only enough to feel her around me, clenching and trembling as she came, and then I was fucking her once more, needing to join her in her release more than anything I had needed before.

When I came she was laughing, her body still in convulsions as I closed my eyes and arched my back, thrusting inside her over and over again as my orgasm ripped through me. My toes tingled, my hands went numb, and it felt like every ounce of life, soul, and heart filled her at the same time. I gave over completely, letting go of the world, and for a few glorious seconds I didn’t exist.

We kissed for a long time, my body growing soft inside her. Her giggles spread to me as I pushed her hair from her face and stared at her knowing eyes. She was prettier than should be allowed, and I loved her impossibly.

“Do you feel guilty?” I finally asked.

“No,” she whispered, touching my lips. “I feel stupid.”

“Why stupid?”

“Because, you silly boy. If we had done that earlier, we might have fucking slept.”


Paris in The Rain

His cock reminded her of Paris in the rain. It reminded her of Machu Pichu at sunset and the blue green lights over the empty snows of the Yukon. His cock reminded her of everything beautiful in the world and she came around it like she was impaled on the tower of Babylon. She scratched his chest and slapped his face as her orgasm ripped through her and she called him a name that was almost his.


“Get the fuck out,” she said as her body began to return to itself.


He was lying in her bed, but she had moved to the window with a cigarette clutched in her hand. She flicked open her Zippo and said it again. It took three times before he responded, but by the time she was halfway finished he was closing the door behind him.


“Why God, why?” she whispered.  “Why does that cock have to be attached to that man?”


Pickled Skoovers

“I’ll have a gill of the McMary’s and two mutchkins of the Dark Wary Stout. Three orders of pickled skoovers, a side of the orange pigsweed, and one bowl of cummin roasted turnovers.”

“Just a typical Monday night’s meal?” I asked, my eyebrow raised at my own clever jest.

“Yah, it’s about like that. You never had the skoovers here? They’ll about take the skin off your tongue if you’re not careful.”

I stared at her, hoping I might see some hint in her eyes of whatever the fuck she was talking about, but her radical sincerity was overpowering. When I turned to laugh at the bartender, hoping he’d get the joke, he was busy writing down the order and pouring her whisky from a bottle I’ve never seen.

“How did you find this place?” she asked, leaning in until her nose was pressed solidly against my own. I didn’t dare move, but as I tried to remember my mind was a complete blank.

“I, ah, was walking home past Moonbys when I had to stop and use their bathroom. When I came out, I decided to sneak out the back, and then…”

“And then you stumbled in here when the light was on, eh?”

“I guess,” I said, finding it odd to talk to someone who had their nose pressed against my face.

She finally stepped back and looked me up and down. She touched my arm and then my shoulder, her hand strangely invasive in its exploration. And then before I could say another word she picked up her drinks and smiled at me.

“Well, try the skoovers if you want to get at it. It’ll change the light in your hair.”

And then she was gone and I was sitting there alone wondering if somehow my wrong turn out of Moonbys left me further from home than expected.


-GNY (who has probably had too many gills of McMary’s tonight)

Sometimes It’s Easier

One time while I was fucking her, she started to tell me a story about having sex in the back of a taxi with a college professor who always called her by the wrong name. She wasn’t sure if he was just absentminded or if he really thought she was someone else, but she was worried that he would give her A to someone else, and all the fucking in the back of taxis wouldn’t matter.

“Why are you telling me this?” I said, lighting a cigarette before rolling her over and sliding back inside her. I picked up the ashtray from her nightstand and placed it on her back. She held still as I fucked her, and I was amazed by what a good table she made.

“I was just thinking that your cock is kinda like his, and also I wanted to make sure you knew my name and give me the promotion and not that other girl who’s always lurking around your desk with her shirt unbuttoned.”

I took a long drag and thought about it. She had freckles on her ass that reminded me of someone, but the ashtray was the exact opposite color of her skin. I hadn’t planned on promoting anyone, especially not for sex (totally unethical in my opinion) but now that she mentioned it, I did often confuse her with that girl who’s always lurking around my desk with her shirt unbuttoned. Not that they look anything alike.

I crushed out the cigarette and moved the ashtray back to the table. Together we fell to the bed, and she pressed her soft ass into me while I kissed the back of her neck.

“I didn’t realize you wanted a promotion. You always say that responsibility is for assholes.”

She reached down and started to rub her clit faster. Her thighs were closed tightly and she was squeezing me almost to the point of pain. She didn’t say anything, but suddenly she was coming and it was all I could do to keep from falling off the bed. Her moans were loud and incoherent, but I know she said something about our holiday party.

“Let me come on you,” I said, rolling her onto her back and throwing the condom on the floor. I knelt as I watched her breathing slow down, and my hand was a blur. I stared at her, and thought about the other girl with the shirt unbuttoned, but it was no use. She mumbled something about her tits or neck, and I finally stopped and just lay back down next to her.

“I thought you wanted to come.”

“I do, but it’s not going to happen. I almost came earlier when you were sucking my cock, but now it’s too late. I shouldn’t smoke while we’re fucking. It messes me up.”

“You can always come on me while I’m sleeping,” she whispered. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my mouth sloppily. “Sometimes it’s easier when you’re alone.”


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The Mirror Lies

The bathroom at the bar has a mirror in front of the sink that is large enough to watch ourselves fuck.

It isn’t always important, but I feel that for a first time, being able to see each other’s faces is a good thing. Just a few minutes earlier I had leaned in and told her that if she wanted to fuck she should meet me in the bathroom. There was no need to say a thing. She raised an eyebrow, but seconds later she opened the door to let me in behind her.

We kissed for only seconds. She sucked my cock for a heartbeat. I knelt as I pulled off the pink cotton that covered her cunt and tasted her for not nearly enough time.

But then she bent over the sink with her dress around her waist and her ass thrusting. I looked into her eyes as I rolled a condom down over my cock. and when I rubbed against the lips of her pussy I saw an expression I had never seen before. After four years she made a face that was brand new, and I couldn’t help but push so deeply into her cunt that she reached back to keep me still.

Our fucking didn’t last much longer than our kissing or sucking. But as she leaned over the sink, her dress somehow looking perfect from her hips up, I had a moment where what we were doing felt very far away. Her lips were perfect and pink, and her smile was calm and alive. Her hair was unbothered, and my glasses sat on my face like the Times on a Sunday morning.

We moved and fucked, but all I could see was our bodies pressed against one another and the sweet looks of joy that moved across our faces over and over again. By the time she came I was kissing her neck while still straining to watch.

Later that night, as I noticed the empty space in my bed where she wasn’t, I wondered if the mirror might not have told the whole truth.


The Nature of Our Friendship

She was sleeping on the floor next to me because we were being good. For some reason the floor felt safer and offered some plausible deniability should anyone question the nature of our friendship. There were at least four reasons nothing should happen.

But the morning was hot and we woke up to lost sheets and little clothing. Her tank top barely covered her, and the thin boxers she had on were bunched up around her ass. She rolled over with sleep still in her eyes and we stared at each other for too long. I watched as her nipples hardened through the thin fabric and her eyes moved to the twitching between my legs. By the time she climbed up onto the bed we had given up.

“It’s hot,” I whispered, my hand touching her hip in a sudden burst of daring.

“I like it,” she said, laying down on her back. My hand stayed where it was, but suddenly her belly was beneath it, and our bodies were too close. I tried to stop myself from running my fingers beneath the elastic, but I failed instantly. Her hair was in my face, and her breath was shallow and quick.

“What are you going to do?” she asked.

I swallowed and rolled closer. She turned on her side and reached a hand around me until my now painfully hard cock was pressed against her. Her lips were inches from mine and her breasts were soft against my bare chest. I tightened my grip on her ass and pulled her to me.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I whispered.


Stamps Her Feet

In the morning I can watch her through the window. Her legs are too long and her hair goes from blue to black as the sun rises, but what matters most is the way she stamps her feet. Maybe there’s a drum I can’t hear or music blasting into her ears through some form of wireless transmission, but she stamps and stamps in time to something I don’t hear.

One morning she peeled the skin off her face to reveal a slightly different woman. The woman beneath was smiling and relaxed. Her hair was long and wrapped around her shoulders, covering a dusting of freckles that hadn’t been there before. She stared naked in the mirror for a long time before putting her old face back on. She combed out her hair, pulled on black boots and didn’t smile again for a week.

Some days she taller and on some she’s stronger. Her shoulders explode with muscle most thursdays, and her breasts shrink into her chest as everything tightens. She ties her hair back and pulls on leather gloves that leave her hands sinewy and rough. When she stamps her feet the building shakes and nothing is safe on a shelf.

On Sunday mornings she’s smaller, and I can barely hear her at all.



Fuck Peter

She has a real slide carousel in her apartment full of photos of old partners and one night stands. When she turns it on the fan kicks in, the light splashes against her bare white wall, and the humming of the machine echoes throughout the room.

“This one could only get hard if he blindfolded me,” she said one night as she held the wired remote. Click. “And this one used to cry in the morning and tell me he was going to return to his wife.”

The photos were taken on her old Nikon 35mm, but she took just one shot of each. It came out the way it came out, and she said it was like memory. Always imperfect.

“This one had the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” she told us. The photo was slightly blurry, but the outline beneath the sheet was impressive nonetheless. “We could only fuck for a few minutes at a time before I had to stop, and he used to beg me to keep going. He was so insecure that he would only let me photograph him covered up.”

Click, click, click. She moved through them in a blur, the men and women plastered against her wall as the projector buzzed and our glasses of wine made dull sounds against the floor. Some of them grew familiar as we move closer to the present, and her commentary grew less and less nostalgic.

“Everyone knows Peter,” she said as she neared the end. “Peter moved to Portland. Fuck Peter.”



Kitty and Cat

When I awoke, the two of them were clearly in a silly mood. They were poking each other and pulling the covers back and forth pretending they were quiet enough to let me sleep. Both of them had lost what little they came to bed in, and when they giggled the most, they wrapped their arms around each other and stared at me.

“I’m awake,” I whispered, rolling over to watch.

Kitty was on top, with her head between Cat’s breasts, and four sets of fingers were entwined in tangles of hair.

“We want to play,” Kitty whispered. Still watching me, she moved one hand down the side the other girls’ body before making a show of putting two fingers inside her. Cat arched her back and opened her legs with a grin that made it impossible for me not to kiss her. I pulled her head to me as Kitty moved down her body, her lips lingering on collar bone, breast, and stomach, before opening her with her tongue.

I lay next to them for a long while, listening to the moans and sighs that escaped both their lips. I kissed Cat over and over again and let my hands linger on her soft skin, only occasionally rubbing her clit. When Kitty reached over and wrapped her fingers around me I kissed harder, and when she moved her mouth to me as well I starting talking about love.

“I want to watch you fuck Cat,” she finally said, letting my cock go with a slippery pop. I pulled her up and kissed her even as she pushed me towards her friend. Cat’s legs opened wide as I crawled between them and for the first time since I’d known her she looked shy. She bit her lip and covered her eyes with one hand, and I didn’t give either of us enough time to think.

Her pussy was indescribable. By the time I was fully inside her, she wrapped her legs around me and we kissed until we could no longer breathe. Next to us Kitty rubbed her own cunt as she stared at us, and when she let us taste her fingers the laughter returned.

“Does she feel good?” she whispered to me as I moved faster.

“I’m in love,” was all I could say before Cat kissed me again, clenched, and started to come in delicious waves of easy pleasure. I followed almost instantly, my hands on her face, as I pushed as deeply inside her as I could go. I tried not to look away, hoping the mental image would sear itself onto my mind’s eye and stay with me forever. I kissed her harder as my body shook and trembled, and I whispered the words over and over again in her ear.

By the time we were done all three of us were crying with smiles on our faces.



Alex on St. Marks

When Alex was fifteen she went to St. Marks to get her clit pierced. She met Bruno at the first shop she walked into, and while he wasn’t willing to do the work (due to her age) he told her he’d be happy to look and tell her if it was possible. She lay down on the table in the back with her jeans around her knees as he examined her for a long time, before finally proclaiming it could be done and she should come back when she was eighteen.

She left with a smile that only faded with time. On her eighteenth birthday she walked down the same block, but this time found another shop hidden behind the fading punk rock stores and the teriyaki bars. They didn’t ask for ID when she unbuckled her jeans, but she only pulled them down far enough to expose the skin beneath the elastic band of her underwear.

She didn’t make a sound during the whole process. Her knuckles turned white and she bit her tongue once, but she was quiet as she watched the man work. When he was done she stood up and walked to the mirror. She smiled as she stared at the red skin covered in dark black ink. Hopefully her mother would never ask.

The word was thick and clear. The letters arched ever so slightly.




A Blanket of Color

Jake rushes home through the tunnels of New York.

As soon as 4am rolls around he’s down the stairs, through the storage room, into the walk-in, and out the vent that leads to the abandoned subway station. The walls still glow green from the Alabama Infestation, but it’s softened over the years into a comforting night light that always makes him smile. He trots along the rusting tracks, pausing only briefly to look up at the brilliant display of color before slipping through the third door on the right between stations.

The room they share was the office of one of the construction bosses back when they built the system. Jake is convinced it was made so the boss wouldn’t have to go home to his family, and the still-pristine fireplace and the footed bathtub in the center of the room attest to his theory quite well.

Maggie is lying in the tub when he walks in the door, but instead of bubbles it’s filled with pillows, blankets, and her long naked limbs overflowing like a warm basket of clean clothes on a Sunday.

“I can’t come yet,” she says as he takes off his jacket and rolls a joint. He takes one long drag before handing it to her, and she squirms as she inhales the strong smoke.

“Have you fed?” he asks her, rolling another.

She shifts in the tub, sitting up to get a stronger drag. She shakes her head as she exhales, but there’s a smile on her face for the first time in weeks. When she’s finished with the joint she finally stands, and now she’s positively grinning.

“Soon,” she says, trembling ever so slightly.

“Let me see them,” Jake whispers as he opens his mouth on hers before blowing the smoke directly into her lungs. She grabs his head and pulls him to her, sucking his tongue into her mouth as his hands cover her breasts. She only pushes him away when his fingers move closer to her sides, and she hisses at him before straightening up in the tub, all seven feet of her body now fully erect.

“Stand back,” she says as her own hands slide down her stomach, around to her ass, and slowly back up. He takes a deep breath as she closes her eyes.

With a flutter of sound her wings open behind her, filling the room with brilliant hues. Purple, orange, and blue dance about in a pattern that won’t hold still. With her arms outstretched she shakes her body with a sigh that could make the world come.

“They’re beautiful,” he says stepping close to her once more. “They get more beautiful every time.”

And then he’s kissing her again, and she pulls him tightly to her, enveloping his body in a soft blanket of color.



He Fucked My Ass And We’re Out of Milk

“He fucked my ass,” she said before crawling into bed. She might as well have said it’s raining, or we’re out of milk. He fucked her ass, and the window was cracked open. He fucked her ass and we should really hang that painting one of these days. He fucked her ass and I think I have a meeting in the morning.

“You’re serious,” I said, sitting up. She just nodded but didn’t say a word.

“I’ve been asking for years, but it’s just not your thing. I understand that. I get it. But this? How? Why?”

She moved over on top of me, and her naked body was warm and smelled like sex. She stared me right in the eyes and brushed my hair from my face.

“He asked me if you’ve ever done it and I said no.” She paused for a long time, biting her lip and scrunching her nose. “And that was it. You wanted to and he wanted to, but because I had never let you, it suddenly was the hottest thing in the world. It was impossible to resist.”

Her blunt honesty was not especially helpful. I closed my eyes and felt her move ever so slightly above me.

“Did you like it,” I finally asked. Her legs parted and her hips moved. She touched my forehead with her own.

“By the time he did it I was on fire,” she whispered. “I’ve never wanted anything as badly, and I was coming by the time he was all the way inside me. He did it slowly, and we used so much lube I almost fell off the bed. But I’ve never felt anything like it.”

I shifted slightly and then I was inside her. Her cunt was soaking wet, and I pulled her down to me, still unsure of what I was feeling.

“You came?” I asked.

“I came so hard. By the time he was in me I was begging and pushing back against him, and I felt like a fucking animal. He couldn’t fuck me hard enough, and I came for hours.”

I cut her off with a kiss as I thrust up into her. It took less than a minute for me to come, and then the fear and the anger returned in an instant.

“Are you going to do it again?” I asked.

“Yes,” she moaned, feeling me instantly grow hard again. “Oh god, yes.”


Guy New York

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I Won’t Let You Fall

It was pouring when we climbed the stairs to the roof. The bar on the top floor was packed, but above us the fake grass soaked up the rain all on its own. It was misty, cold, and wet, but we stood for a long while looking out over the river. The Village was a tangle of streets and gardens, but all we could make out was the blurry outlines of other rooftop escapes.

She startled when I pushed her out from beneath the overhang, but I followed quickly behind her until we reached the tall glass wall that surrounded the terrace. I pressed her against it, her fingers splayed and her dress instantly soaked through.

“Do you like the view?” I asked.

“It’s scary,” she whispered.

“Do you want to go back downstairs?”

She responded only by pushing her hips to me, and I pressed her harder to the glass wall. Without another word I slid her panties off before pushing two fingers into her cunt. I kissed the back of her neck as I struggled with my zipper, and there was suddenly no going back. I needed to be insider her more than I needed to feel safe, and even the cold rain inspired me. I struggled with her body, pulling her ass back towards me and lifting her feet off the ground in the process.

“Oh God,” she moaned. She was suspended between my body and the thin clear barrier that was now the only thing keeping her from the city streets far below.

When I slid inside her it was not graceful. I lifted her higher and pulled her to me, thrusting my cock inside her as best I could, and she screamed. She tried to push back, but I held her tightly, fucking her faster and harder. My fingers dug into her skin as I watched my cock disappear between the lips of her pussy, and for a second I was mesmerized by her asshole. It only two a few seconds of wondering if I should fuck her there too for me to come. I smashed her against the wall, feeling it tremble beneath our weight, and I held her there coming deeply inside her.

When I finally released her, she turned instantly and wrapped her arms around me. She pushed me back from the edge of the roof, and kissed me as the rain continued to pound us.

“Holy shit that was terrifying,” she said. “I think I hate you.”

“I wouldn’t let you fall,” I said.

“It was terrifying,” she said once more. “We have to do that again.”


Guy New York

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Not The Most Faithful

Kelly was so thankful for his help that halfway into the first bottle of vodka she began to kiss him. It took him a moment to realize what he was doing, and then like a good friend, he pushed her away and tried to stand up. He looked at me with the open arms of apology.

"Dude, I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

It’s fine,” I said. “She’s just emotional. Besides, ever since the other night she’s been wanting to get a piece of you.”

Don’t tell him that,” Kelly said frowning at me. “He’s dating Rachel, and even though she’s not always the most faithful girlfriend, he doesn’t need to be hear about me wanting to fuck him.” She was sitting on his lap and rubbing his chest, and the combination of the smoke and the drink was making us all a little slow.

What do you mean, she’s not the most faithful?” he stammered.

Don’t worry about it. I think it’s great that you’re dedicated to her even if she doesn’t feel the same way.” She kissed him on the cheek, and I noticed that she had absentmindedly unbuttoned her shirt half way down her chest. Her small breasts were clearly visible each time she turned.

What do you mean she doesn’t feel the same way?” Marcus looked back and forth between us and I moved closer to them. 

I didn’t want to say anything man, but Kelly’s right. Rachel is sweet, but she’s still hung up on that guy from high school. I don’t think it means anything, but she was going over there tonight. She said she missed just being tossed around sometimes. I mean, she thinks you’re super sweet Marcus, but you know what she’s like.”

He was staring at us both and his cheeks were getting red. Kelly continued to rub his shoulder and his chest, and she told him not to worry. 

If it bothers you, feel free to take it out on me,” she finally whispered. She swung her leg over until she was straddling him on the chair. “Tom, you won’t mind will you? I’d hate to see Marcus get used like this, and I’ve been dying to feel this big cock inside me.” 

With that she pressed firmly against his jeans and he looked over at me helplessly. She moved her hand up and down him and it was clear he was getting harder. A second later she lost her shirt entirely, and Kelly’s breasts in his face became too much for him to handle. Without another word her grabbed her and kissed her tits with an anger I had rarely seen. He lifted her off his lap and they dropped to the floor as I slumped down against the bed to watch. She had his jeans open in a second, and her skirt was around her waist. She didn’t bother to remove anything else, but two seconds later his cock was inside her and her eyes were closed.

He’s so fucking big,” she whispered. Then she waved me to him. I reached a hand down and rubbed her clit as he fucked her, and she kissed me gently before winking. She bit her lip as she moved up and down, and his hands dug into her skin. He groped at her breasts, and thrust up to meet her as I watched them. 

You know we were just fucking with you about Rachel, right?” Kelly said. Her hips circled above him as she clenched her cunt around him.

What?” he said, only half sure he had heard her.

I mean, she would never really cheat on you. I just said that to get you to fuck me.”

Marcus threw Kelly off his body with so much force she fell on her face next to me. He jumped up, pulling his pants back up around his waist and stared at us. I had never seen him look so angry.

Are you fucking serious?” He yelled at us as he grabbed his jacket. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Both of you? Jesus Christ, I don’t know why I believe anything you fucking say!”

Two seconds later we heard the door slam and Kelly broke out into a fit of laughter. I pulled her to me and kissed her. She crawled up into my lap and the two of us found what was left of the joint and lit it once more. She took a long drag before pulling me in and filling my mouth with smoke. I inhaled deeply before leaning back and closing my eyes.

That was brilliant,” I told her. 


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