Sidney Durham

I kneel on the bed between her thighs and she hooks her feet behind me and opens herself, letting her knees fall wide, parting her cunthair. Her silver nailpolish penetrates her thicket. Her body is awkward. A thick pillow bends her head forward, chin on chest, and...

"So?" Patricia's smile isn't just a sisterly greeting, and her drawn-out, one-word sentence isn't just a question. Both are impudent—or seem that way, and her voice has an edgy, aggressive tone, like a schoolteacher confronting a truant. She puts her mocha frothy...

Chester King had it made. He liked to think of himself as the only person in the world who made it and kept it during the years going into the eighties, the years when the real estate world was the place to be. It was all about timing. Chester thought he was lucky: he...

"Richard!" "Yes, dear?" "Richard, this is disgusting! I get out of the shower and look what I find! Just what do you think you're doing?" "I'm shaving. Can't you see?" "This is terrible, Richard. You're... Well, you know what you're doing." "Right. I said already. I'm...

Note from the author: This guy Joe and I were friends. He and I could not have been more different: He was an ex-convict, a member of a biker gang that actually got into a bar shootout a few years later. I was young, career-minded, on the climb. Joe was the best...

Do souls come in pairs? Are they shared? Can parted souls find each other and be reunited? We are strangers in flesh, yet passion surges in us, transported by inhuman devices: keyboards, video screens, electrons. We compare ourselves to Victorian lovers who wrote to...

There's an old blue F-150 in the lot, with the tailgate down and a big crack in the windshield. Joey comes out, wiping his hands on a shop towel. He takes the box of donuts from me and looks inside. "Max is gonna be late," he says. "His kid missed the bus again. And...