May 2010
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The Fuck You Fairy
There’s a bar downtown that has a fairy in the back room who swears like a sailor. You have to get the bartender good and drunk before he’ll open up the room, but the night always changes when he does. It goes from glacier ice and single malt to Johnny Thunder in seconds, and people do things they didn’t believe in moments before. I slipped Marty a hundred dollar bill and...
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The Fucking Rules
“Isn’t there anywhere we can fuck?” she asked the bartender last night. “You can’t fuck in my bathroom or on my pool table. Those are the fucking rules. No pun intended.” “How about right here?” she asked as she leaned over the bar and kissed him. I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help pull her hips back against me. “Definitely not right...
Three in the Morning
When there are three of us in the morning everything works easily. One of us makes the coffee, one of us orders breakfast, and the other lies in bed and looks pretty.
This morning it was my turn to look pretty and I’m grateful and happy. And, of course, so very pretty.
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Ass Fucking Season Again
“What’s long and hard and about to be up my ass?” she whispered as we leaned out over 12th street. I pushed her against the railing, lifted he skirt up and pulled her hand back onto my quickly hardening cock as an answer. She turned her head and kissed me on the cheek. She always kisses me on the cheek before anal. She says there’s no use doing anything else cause she...
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A Lesson Still to Learn
When I walked into the room she was already naked.
This would have been less awkward if I had known who she was. If she hadn’t been blindfolded I might have been uncomfortable. If she hadn’t told to me to just watch I might even have left.
When I did finally leave she called out to me. It wasn’t my name, but I think she may have known that. I think.
Why do I keep doing this?
Fleet Week Again?
If it’s Fleet Week again that must mean I’ve been writing this thing for about a year now. I just looked back to this week a year ago and found this charming post about some fun sailor loving.
“I didn’t know either of them, but she made it clear what she wanted. She had been buying us drinks for two hours in a fancy mid-town bar when she took us each by the hand and said,...
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“I haven’t been fucked like that since Vassar.”
“You didn’t go to Vassar.”
“That’s true, but we played against them.”
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The Farmer's Daughter
We had the same conversation every Wednesday and Friday. “Hey Gorgeous. You smell like a goat.” “Hey Handsome. Say hi to The Man for me, will you?” I’d then pretend to know something about goat cheese, goat yogurt, and just plain old goat and she’d smile and pretend to sell me something from her stand in Union Square. I’d never seen her in anything but...
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That Stupid Bartender
“I’m gonna fuck that bartender again.” “When did you fuck him the last time?” “This morning.” “What? I was with you this morning. Remember? You woke up next to me.” “Oh right. Technically I was fucking you, but you know what I mean.”
—Guy New York
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Untying the Knots
She was sitting on the stairs at the back of the bar wearing a blue summer dress and smudged lipstick. “Are you ok?” I asked as I handed her a gin and tonic. “I kissed the wrong one.” “The wrong what?” I asked. “The wrong shoulder, the wrong stomach, and the wrong chin. I kissed the wrong everything.” I sat down on the step next to her and...
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Sometimes
Sometime she doesn’t let me kiss her. She’s not otherwise cruel or dismissive, but she needs a bit of distance to let herself go.
“Are you thinking of someone else?” I asked her the last time.
“Not usually,” she replied as she looked out the window.
—Guy New York
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