Angela knew better then to dive in, but when Lamont called her cell she couldn’t resist. So while she knew she shouldn’t go to that apartment on the top floor of the newly renovated harlem brownstone, rememberances of nights long past stirred in between her legs. She held out for one day, but seeing the … More The Stripshow

For Mr. Longnhard hey baby did you wonder as you wandered along down the street hummin to yourself and walkin to the beat of the soundtrack inside your head replaying memories of last night on your bed and you remembered me a box of magnums a bottle of astroglide I reached over and put it … More Mr. Longnhard

We started out as friends. Chatting all the time over email, talking about politics, men, women, my crazy cat lady status. About how damn sexy D’Angelo looked in his “How Does it feel” video. How the song would immediately make me want to be on my back w/ a dick in my pussy and how … More The Photo

Thanking God that I didn’t have to face the 7th level of hell known as NYC Transit for my morning commute, I walked towards the Ferry. I forgotten it was raining so that meant everybody had to squeeze into the dry overhang downstairs. You followed me and we picked a spot to stand up towards … More Commuting – for Pyro

As the thunderstorms gather strength the last place I wanted to be was at work. My face lit by the abrasive florescent lighting and eyes numb from the light blue glow of the computer screen.i saw the clouds getting darker and more grey and my mind switched back to our very last time together. we … More The Afternoon

I laid on my back the grass was softer then I thought it would be walking on it. It cushioned me and was warm with the lingering heat of the day that was almost done. I watched the sun, alight with it’s bunsen burner orange flame glow, set in the sky. the fireworks began but … More The Grass

Let’s pretend I am a poet Could I kidnap you? Take you to my house and laugh limmericks onto your lips, hum haikus in your hair, sing sonnets against your skin, while I embrace you with my expressions Vanish your vexations with my voice and soothe your spirit with simplicity Would you let me kidnap … More The Plagarism