The late-morning sun pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting sharp, accusatory lines across his desk. Derrick, tall and broad-shouldered, reclined in his leather chair, draped in a bespoke navy suit. His deep mahogany skin contrasted sharply against the crisp white of his shirt while his fingers drummed a restless rhythm across the desk. Sometimes, those fingers stroked his beard, a subtle gesture betraying...

Slow, long, and deep thrusts married to slow, long, and deep moans. It was my last day before heading off on another tour, and I had accepted Abby’s invitation to spend those final moments at her home. In bed. More specifically, the bed she used to share with her husband up until a few weeks back. For now, he had the kids with him for a handful of days, giving Abby a much-needed break from the mess he had created. “Keep g...

The house was a riot. Hip Hop music blaring throughout, drinks flowing every which way, and the laughter at a max. Everyone was having quite the time at Ruby and Jayson’s 12th-anniversary party. They made sure to host it at their home, sending the kids away to spend some time with the grandparents. Matt, James, Keith, and I were the only work colleagues of Ruby’s to be there. Three white guys and a brown guy. The brown gu...

The summer heat was unrelenting, grilling our skins whenever we stepped out into the sun. I suppose it would be the same next week. Not in Philly, of course. Swapping suburban America for the barren deserts of Afghanistan. For the fourth time, mind you. Either way, this would be the last visit to my least favorite place. That was my hope. I didn’t want to think about going back, but the dread lingered like a roach that kn...