"What the hell do you mean eight hundred bucks?" I practically yelled into the phone. "It's a fucking water pump!" My mechanic gave me some song and dance about needing to pull a load of shit off the engine to get to the broken part. "Fuck, dude," I said....
Two young women sat in a diner on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Both of them were about to start their senior years of college. Nora Meara attended the City College of New York, a public institution that was part of the city university (CUNY). It was...
"Flight Eight-ten is now boarding for Houston, Texas," the lady said over the intercom. "That's me," I said to the guy sitting next to me. For the last hour we had been having a conversation, well, I was holding a conversation with him. He was having a co...
Freedom of the PressWhen I was twenty years old I decided to use a newspaper to improve my romantic life. To be more precise, I wanted to create a romantic life where none had existed before. I had gone to the City College of New York expecting to meet gi...
The story you are about to read is true. The names and places have been changed to protect the not so innocent. Don, (not his real name) and I have been friends since third grade. We went to the same schools up to and through college. Don and I trust each...
I love my job, and I make no bones about it. I enjoy my work. I travel all over the country- Canada included, scouting for talent, I get to sleep with beautiful women every day, as well as having a constant supply of pornographic videos and photos to keep...
We stock a huge range of exotic clothing, sex toys and adult paraphernalia in the boutique where I work, but one of the best aspects of my job at Playthings is dealing with the lovely pleasure seeking people that I meet on a daily basis. We get a few men...
**THE NAMES USED IN THIS STORY ARE FOR PURE FANTASY AND EROTIC TITILLATION ONLY.** "Fucking Franziska Facella" Never did I think I would make a living as a stagehand on porn sets, but somehow, I ended up doing so. For five years, I have gone from studio t...
I went back home and found the house empty, not only was there no sound, but now even the walls seemed empty to me. I went to the computer and searched the net, read a couple of stories and even they left me empty in ways I needed filled. Writing had alwa...
