Mona checked her phone for the seventh time. Unlike the orderly numbered streets and avenues of midtown Manhattan, the wilds of Downtown Brooklyn quickly descended into a chaos of randomly named roads and dead ends, with the bookstore she sought nowhere in sight. Only...

She came to the bar a lot, usually alone. She was post-college aged, dark hair, dark eyes, very good posture, she radiated awkwardness. She had a sort of uniform, tight high waisted black jeans, cropped blouses which were often striped, and a black beret. The bar was...

The bar was beautiful, dimly lit, with dark wood paneled walls, black lacquered tables, low music, and the hushed buzz of conversation. The bartender nodded at me as I walked the length of the bar. His muscles rippled as he shook a chrome mixer of ice and some...

“Explain how it works again?” Olivia said, looking at Ella and Victoria as they walked south on Bowery. Ella, the dancer, wore a flouncy little black dress and cowboy boots, even though it was fifty degrees out. Victoria, the librarian, wore a gray wool pencil skirt,...

It was 10:15 am and from the corner of my eye I saw Sophie check her phone again. Same little smile, same red in her cheeks, as her face was illuminated by the faint blue glow for the fifth time that morning. “I’ll be right back, Lily,” she said without looking at me,...

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...

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...

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. Well,...

Though his elaborate instruction seemed to imply otherwise, the prince was indeed a very light sleeper. Thus, the slight creaking of the bed usually roused him from his slumber in the morning. Nevertheless, he kept his eyes closed and did not reveal his awakening. As...

The thing was, she was very young. Certainly legal, but still, I really should have been ashamed of myself. I was a thirty-year-old man, and she was eighteen. It started out so simply, though. She sent me a picture because I wrote something silly, like, “if a picture...