It was a chilly night late in December. I was out caroling with a group. Although some in the group were good enough singers, others, like Carol, were less musically inclined. But everyone was enjoying it. Carol was a pretty, tallish, well-proportioned blonde. What she lacked in singing talent, she made up for in enthusiasm. As I would soon learn, Carol did everything enthusiastically. Unfortunately, right at the moment,...

It was a sunny, crisp Saturday morning. I yawned and opened my eyes. Turning my head, I saw my lovely friend Carla lying naked, her brown hair falling softly on her bare back. She was grinning. She stretched and yawned. "Good morning," I said. I kissed her on the back of the neck. She jumped ever so slightly. "Mmmm," she said. I began to kiss her bare back. She started a bit. "Mmmm," she said again. Carla turned over. I k...

To all appearances, she was the "good girl," the purest of the pure. Charmaine was the one who didn't drink or smoke or do any drugs. Her idea of a wild night was overdosing on orange soda. She was teasingly called the only girl who could get drunk on orange soda. If I had been asked which of my female friends was certain not to have sex before marriage, it would be Charmaine. She wasn't "that kind of girl." Everyone saw...

The room was bare save for the table, two chairs and the clock ticking away on the wall. I found myself feeling a bit chilly in that little room but it might have had something to do with me wearing only a rain coat. You're probably asking yourself why the hell I am wearing just a raincoat in this room. The answer is quite simple and a bit long at the same time. Nearly one hour ago, I was brought in by Security Forces on...

THE AFFAIR They spent the weekend together, the majority of it in one of their rooms. Jada was having fun playing with the barbell studs in his nipples and she found that he got off on a little bit of pain. They had an adult conversation about birth control and STDs; she was on the pill and got tested twice a year or so. Each said it was unusual for them to have unprotected sex unless it was discussed first. He also was t...

Chesha Neko (Cheh-SHA neh-KO) Jada Versailles was an easy woman to hate. Her hair looked like she got up early to wash, blow-dry, and curl it. Her nails weren’t chipped. Her clothes looked expensive. How could she walk in heels that high all day? She appeared, to most people in New York City, like a beautiful, professional woman of exotic ancestry who had never suffered any hardship in her entire life and never would. Her...

My relationship with part-time City College campus hooker Nora Meara had started in a very bizarre way. We had completed a transaction of exchanging a term paper (written by me) for a blowjob from her. I had meekly agreed to all of her terms. But she just couldn’t leave it at that and keep her mouth shut when we met one night at a college newspaper office. She had to insult me too. I was really triggered when she slapped...

The northbound D train often got stuck in that right-hand curve into 205th Street station. That was not unusual, because 205th was the terminal and trains had to clear the platform before another train could enter. Except on that night, it was the ungodly hour of nearly 3:00 AM when I was sitting there. This being May of 1977, public employees were completely demoralized and didn’t give a damn about doing their jobs. Thus...

The moment Devina saw Washington she almost threw herself at him. He stood six feet tall with dark slicked-back hair, brown skin, dark eyes, and a curl on his lips amused at her stare. He was feeling like a celebrity noticing her long, dark hair, fair skin, and how her ebony eyes consumed him. Before he could make a move, he saw a man approach her startling her as she was slightly jerked from her daydream.  "Hi, Dev. What...

“Wow, we really lucked out with this place,” said Vivian Hannity. She was talking about the apartment they had just rented on Sedgwick Avenue. Her new roommate, Miranda Grossman – or just Mandy – replied, “I’ll say, I especially like this view looking out at the reservoir. How about we celebrate by smoking a doobie?” “It’s a bit early in the day for that, isn’t it?” “Naw, you’re just fooled because of the time of the year...

I suppose I was something of a cad back in college, but I didn’t see it that way then. I thought I was just making up for the lost time of high school and then my freshman year.  At the very end of that first semester in 1974, circumstances started to break in my favor. I wasn’t involved in casual sex or one-night stands, but I had several overlapping girlfriends for a while. Two of them even offered several threesome ses...

During the second term of my freshman year at City College in New York – this was the spring of 1974 – I had an unusual professor for one of my English courses. His name was Gordon Raskin, he was a specialist in Medieval Literature, and he was thirty-six-years-old at the time. One of his courses was  “The Vampire: Certain Ideas of Evil in Western Thought and Art.” Dracula, of course, was on the reading list, but so were w...

“Jake, I’ve heard from Josephine,” Livia said.  “Apparently, you did quite well yesterday.” That was when JoJo was in her dominatrix mode. He was surprised, “I did?” “Yes, you certainly did. She was impressed with your, call in stoicism, during her discipline of you. Give her a few days, and then call her and ask her out.” “Are you sure of that?” “Absolutely. She said she’s looking forward to it.” Livia had sent up her bo...

I drove a yellow taxi in New York long before Uber, Lyft, Juno, and so forth made the whole thing so app based. You had to hustle out there and know where to find passengers on your own. Also, there was no GPS to help you navigate. I had a map unfolded on the front seat and other maps in my bag.Our fleet was mostly Checkers, but we had one Chevrolet Impala as an experiment. It supposedly had capacity for only four passeng...

One afternoon Holly and I were hanging out at a coffee shop in Manhattan. Along the way we got to talking about role-play games. We had already done some of those, but she proposed a new one. Holly started describing it. “We’re going to be playing a pick-up game. Have you heard of those?” “No; I’m not up on them.” “What they are is this: two people pretend they don’t know each other. Then one picks up, or tries to pick up...