Slow, long, and deep thrusts married to slow, long, and deep moans. It was my last day before heading off on another tour, and I had accepted Abby’s invitation to spend those final moments at her home. In bed. More specifically, the bed she used to share...

The house was a riot. Hip Hop music blaring throughout, drinks flowing every which way, and the laughter at a max. Everyone was having quite the time at Ruby and Jayson’s 12th-anniversary party. They made sure to host it at their home, sending the kids aw...

The summer heat was unrelenting, grilling our skins whenever we stepped out into the sun. I suppose it would be the same next week. Not in Philly, of course. Swapping suburban America for the barren deserts of Afghanistan. For the fourth time, mind you. E...