March 2011
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The Only Rule
“I can’t fuck you,” she whispered.
At this point in the evening we were both naked on her bed, and Nina Simone was playing on her iPod by the cracked window. There was a breeze coming in, and we were both about as sober as two am allowed.
“Can you be more specific?” I asked as I pushed two fingers inside her. As far as I was concerned the licking, sucking, and kissing we had been doing for...
February 2011
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Watch©2011 by The Dirty Gentleman (v3)
Another brief foray into video. I can’t tell you what else was happening to her as we filmed.
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So Much Pressure
“There’s so much fucking pressure to find the right man and settle down.” I just nodded, because what the hell could I add? Also, I knew she wasn’t finished. I did smile as she talked, and I felt a glimmer of hope cross my muddled mind. “My mother always said a girls needs three men: a best friends, someone perfect to live with, and a man who fucks her brains out.” “Your mother is a very...
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I Never Meant To
I never meant to sleep with her.
It wasn’t until I saw her flirting with Hipster Creeper that it even crossed my mind at all. When she touched his arm and he mentioned some album I was sure he made up, something sort of snapped.
The details of extricating her from the HC are blurry, but the result was a kiss. It was a kiss with her on my lap, sidesaddle like a southern belle, and her lips...
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Nothing To Hide
Below Burp Castle is a bar that’s not supposed to be a secret. They share the same beer cellar, and it feels even more like a Trappist Brewery than the room above, but I forget about it more often than not. “How come you’ve never taken me here before?” she asked, sitting between us as we dipped artisanal cheeses in sweet local honey. He looked over at me and shook his head. He didn’t know...
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Morning Sex in the Afternoon
Sometimes we lie in bed long into the morning and don’t feel an ounce of guilt.
The other day she made tea while I pretended to sleep until she returned. My fake snores gave me away as she crawled back in, and she ran her chilly feet up against my leg until I laughed and pushed her away. We let the tea cool on the windowsill as we pulled each other close, and I kissed her chin and neck until...
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WatchWe took a few short experimental videos during our photo shoot. Here’s one of my favorites.
©2011 by The Dirty Gentleman (v2)
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A Terrible Thought
“I had an orgasm on the subway,” she said.
I nodded, and pretended that I had something perfect to say that didn’t need to be said. I poured her a glass of wine, and sat down next to her on the couch. I could wait. There was no way she wouldn’t finish.
“Where is the wine from?” she asked.
She was playing hard to get, but I could handle it. I knew it was a...
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New York Wrapped Around Her Finger
I once knew a girl who had New York wrapped around her finger.
She made trains appear out of nowhere, gigantic bouncers step to one side, and cabbies skid to a stop. Her hair called over bartenders all on its own, and I wanted her to look at me like she wanted something.
We eventually had four days. Four days of clawing and fucking, and four days of the look that I longed for. She kissed me at...
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The Coat
She looked better in my coat than I did. It helped that beneath it was simply silk stockings and warm skin, but none of that mattered. It wasn’t the coat or her barely covered thighs that made the difference. It wasn’t the slope of her breast or the curve of her hip that mattered, and it definitely wasn’t the little way she smiled at me out of the corner of her mouth. It...
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A Note About QNY
All of these lovely photos came out of one day of shooting this past Sunday, and it couldn’t have happened without The Dirty Gentleman and Ms. Dorothy Darker. The Dirty Gentleman shoots exclusively for QNY, and our friendship and collaboration has made the site what it is. He brings his own vision along with his incredible talent to each project and it’s a joy to work with him. Please...
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This Music Makes Me Want to Fuck
“This music makes me want to fuck.” “Look around you! This music makes everyone want to fuck. If they played any better we’d all be naked before the after party even started.” We looked at each other and the crowd; we could see it in their eyes. If there had been aisles to dance in they’d have been full, and as it was there were more lips touching in dark corners than not. She slid her hand up...
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On Gratitude
We spent yesterday in an old abandoned house in Brooklyn taking some of the most fantastic photos I’ve ever seen. It was a warm day, but the house was cold, and as our models, friends, photographers, stylists, helpers, lighters, and friends showed up we made it our own wonderland. The shoot yesterday was an effort of love by people who support this blog. They were friends, lovers, neighbors, and...
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