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The Little Bird

Sometimes after a really good first date, you walk around in a daze. A stupid grin plastered on your face, a drunken wobble in your gate, and a fog over your eyes. That’s where Jason was as he made his way through the East village and up to the apartment of his best...

The Bell

It was the bad days that made me eternally grateful for the bell. Crowded subways and spilled coffee. Meetings from the moment I walked into the office until late in the afternoon. No lunch. Some god awful presentation. Then rain the minute I left for home. It was...

The Mark

Sometimes Dee liked to fuck men she didn’t find attractive. If she was at a party and there was that one guy who talked a little too loud or made jokes that were a little too rude or perhaps just wore an ugly suit, she couldn’t think of anything but sucking their...

The Callipygian Sublimation

We are in the dungeon. It’s hard to express how surreal the place is, with the reality of being in a club dedicated to BDSM, mixed with the overt corniness of the Nine Inch Nails soundtrack and walls that look like a Renaissance Faire castle. She is a candy stranger,...

The Pass

It was often surprising, in such a huge city, that my morning subway ride was constantly full of familiar face. I saw the same people every day, the cast of the mostly silent SitCom that was my morning commute. There really wasn’t anything special about her....

The Card Game

It was Saturday night at the club under the Library. It was a Members Only night. Audrey had been a member for a year, and she finally felt like she understood things. As she walked through the crowd, she was starting to see that there were actually two parties going...