“You promise one thing, boss,” Katrina says to me that next morning, naked. She’s up against me with her leg looped over mine, right up against my wood. “You don’t tell nobody about the plan.” She looks at me real serious like, with those wild eyes just dead straight at me like fresh prey. “Not your secretary woman, not family. Nobody. Not even Everton. He talk too much anyway, you know.” We look at each other, all silent...
I really should’ve known better. I been a grown man a long time now. Well, maybe being thirty-three’s not that long a time grown up, but it’s enough to know the lay of the land. Hell, even as a boy of ten, I would know to steer clear of Joe-Dogs and anything he holds dear. I could ask my nephews, the ones still in primary school. Even they would know better, but I didn’t. And what to show for it now? I got what I deserved...
“You look way freaked out,” she said, upon seeing me walk in behind the others. She was in a pair of Burberry sandals that she must have borrowed from my closet, and an emerald green bikini that cinched slightly into the crack of her ample, round ass when she walked. “Come with me,” she said. “DeDe’s gonna take care of that,” then took me by the hand with a floaty smile, snuck me into the staff entrance of the kitchen, an...
With Annabelle gone, my two stepbrothers closed in on me immediately. Chase slipped under me, laid on his back, and pulled me on top of him for easy access. He pushed the head of his dick into my box, then slowly eased me upright. My nerves stood on end and I held my breath as I sank all the way down on Chase’s cock, feeling him pulse against the suction of my inner flesh. Foster was behind me, about to press the head of...
Walking up to Annabelle’s room, I knew I was going to go along with whatever she wanted. Not only did we still click just like we did years ago, but our chemistry extended to the place that I always suspected it would. Even with my car god-knows-where with Pete, and god-knows-what missing from the cellar, I was drawn upstairs. Our encounters left me wanting more, and when I wasn’t talking a loaded gun away from my face, o...
Apparently, Chase brought out the new party favors before he went upstairs to join us in the shower, because when I got back downstairs and outside, I noticed the paper bag full of poppers sitting on the table with two of the bottles out beside it. DeDe and Rey were still naked, but had moved to the swimming pool and were joined by a few others, with the bright subsurface lights illuminating their bodies. “I don’t know if...
I slept the afternoon away with a long rest, drifting in and out of sleep. The voices of my dad, and of Annabelle, and of the Louis Vuitton girl formed an odd mental pastiche under the drone of the ceiling fan and over the occasional shouts and splashes from the pool outside. I woke up to a spread of fruit, cheese, and crackers that Maria had set out earlier, but since raided by several others. I thought about asking for...
Even after all that had happened, I didn’t panic until the evening I awoke from a nap and heard her throaty wail from across the house, rounded the corner, and saw her naked and bent over on all-fours. Somehow, all the drugs, and all the booze, the makeout sessions, even the threesome with me and Chase, didn’t sound the alarm in my head. Like water coming to a boil, it all happened quickly in the scheme of things, but was...
Wary I stayed, resistant to charm.In fear of the things I could never recover.Knowing the dangers of letting it go,And letting you into a volatile heart.Insisting on patience, but fighting myself,Equally drawn to, and fearful of you,The tenderest heart in a frightening vessel,Of size and of power, of sinewy armor.I would not submit to the solace or passion,Alas, I knew, it happened. From tight embraces in darkest night,En...
Something powerful stirred inside me when I heard the groan of carnal satisfaction over the gentle waves. That something had been trying to return for a while, nudged toward life with every sultry glance and beautiful body that I encountered or imagined. But when I turned the corner that night and saw her on his lap, rolling her hips, unmistakeably fucking, that was when it officially re-awakened. It had been asleep for l...
“You don’t send audition tapes for porn, stupid,” Amber said. “You go audition in person, or they find you, and they videotape that. You haven’t seen those things on the internet?” Kona laughed. “You didn’t know those were fake? Like, they totally pay real porn stars for that. They just pretend to be talked into it on camera.” Amber shrugged. “I bet some of it is for real. Everyone gets their start somehow, and its not by...
She waited on the front porch for almost an hour before she finally gave up on Amber and re-assessed her options. Absent-mindedly scrolling through her calls, including the six most recent ones to Amber, all unanswered, she got to the two that she had missed from Robbie. “Robbie,” she said in monotone, still a little bit stoned from the hits she took with her brother that morning. Since then, the big tasks already conquer...
The lingering scents of warm shower water and body lotion lingered in the air when I slowly awoke, still nestled comfortably in the cottony cocoon of our sheets and comforters. As my senses powered up, one by one, the events of the day before dawned on me anew, ending the peaceful morning amnesia even before my eyes opened. I’d spent the afternoon and evening in a mental battle with myself, unable to cope with either Hani...
“I miss having sex with a man sometimes.” We were sitting in Gato del Sol, our neighborhood Mexican restaurant, having what passes for Sunday brunch, just like we did nearly every Sunday. I was skimming through the ads in the weekly alternative paper when she looked up from her iPhone and said that, breaking a good five minutes of comfortable silence. “I mean, I can’t handle a real relationship with a guy. No way I could...
"Seriously? Forty-five minutes from the house, you decide not to start? Just like that? Come on!" I pleaded at the dashboard, which stared blankly back at me, both of us cooking under the harsh July afternoon sun. For what must have been fifteen minutes I turned the key in the ignition, over and over, and each time my 20-year-old BMW compact car was obviously no closer to starting. For now, I was ignoring the fact that it...
