Peeping Jane: Part 2

He pulls his hard dick out through the slit of his boxer briefs, stroking it slowly as he watches the two girls. I take a long drag, filling my lungs with minty smoke, and squat down for a more comfortable view. Leaving the cigarette pressed between my lips, I pull off Christina’s jean jacket and spread…

Peeping Jane: Female Voyeur

Stepping off the last of the balcony’s steps, a warm summer breeze blows my cigarette smoke back into my face. The crowd above me whoops and hollers over juvenile drinking games. “How did I end up back in this town,” I grumble, having taken to the habit of talking to myself over the past few…

Los Angeles: The Good, The Bad, The Beautiful

Living in Los Angeles is often a love-hate relationship. A former east coaster, I’ve lived here for four years and have resided in Hollywood, Silverlake, the Valley, and now Venice. Like all major metropolitan areas there is always something to do — you just have to fight traffic to do it. The residents are all…