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“I want to spank you with your skirt still on.”
“But I haven’t done anything wrong.”
For some reason we had gotten in the habit of negotiating over dinner. Schiller’s was packed, and we had destroyed the tray of oysters in front of us, but we ordered a final round of drinks so we still had time.
“I don’t always spank you for being bad,” I said, swallowing the last Blue Point. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. Beneath the table I could see her bare thighs each time she shifted in her seat.
“I always pretend that I have, even if you don’t say it. It’s not always other boys or something like that. Sometimes it’s just that I’ve disappointed you. Those are the hardest times.”
“Hard in terms of how you come? Or how you struggle?” I didn’t look up when the waiter put down our manhattans.
“Both,” she said, finally breaking eye contact. “But, of course, how do I get punished if I don’t do the wrong thing? It’s a conundrum.”
I reached out and took a hand. I raised it to my lips and kissed her knuckles while lifting my drink with my other hand. She raised hers as well and we toasted silently, watching each other’s brains work.
“Take off whatever’s under that skirt,” I said. She wrinkled her nose, but didn’t pause. We both eyed the room as she lifted off her seat, just enough to slide her panties down and hand them to me beneath the table.
“If it makes you feel any better, I can always find something. No matter how hard you try, now matter how good you are, I’ll find a reason. And tonight I have at least six of them. Let’s finish our drinks and then go. I want you over my knee with that skirt around your waist.”
We stood up and gathered our coats, finishing our drinks in gulps that were way too big for anyone. Just as she tucked in her chair I leaned in and took her hand. She clutched the bundled ball of white cotton with a confused look.
“Leave them on the chair,” I said. “You’ve already disappointed me enough tonight.”
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“What do you want to do?” she whispered between kisses.
“I want to watch you undress,” I said, sure of my desire for the first time all evening. I set her down and sat on her bed, which was really just a thick mattress on the floor. I hardly noticed the rest of the room as she pulled off her light jacket. She was wearing a tank top and jeans, and her body swayed as if there was music. When she pulled off the her top – with her back to me – I suddenly realized she was naked beneath it. She turned to face me, her hands covering her breasts, and I stared at her with open awe.
The buttons of her jeans went slower, and she walked to me until she was only inches away. She pulled down the zipper and I could see a thin patch of brown hair beneath the denim.
“I fucking love Vassar,” I whispered.
She leaned forward and kissed me as her jeans came off, and when she stood up again she was completely naked in front of me. If I thought she was tiny with clothes on, this was something else. I had a moment of doubt wondering how old she actually was before she was on my lap pulling off my shirt, and I stopped caring about everything.
Kelly and I spent hours in bed that night. We licked, sucked, and fucked each other until the sun came up, and even then we had to tell ourselves that we needed to sleep. Each time one of us bit a little harder or kissed more gently the other was right there. If I held her arms above her head she moaned into my ear, and when she sank her teeth into my inner thigh with one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, I nearly screamed. When I was inside her the world vanished, and even when we waited for me to grow hard once more our bodies felt perfect.
We were far safer than Jane and I had been, and by the time morning came we had a garbage can full of used condoms, a beer bottle full of cigarette butts, and more than a few bruises covering our bodies. In spite of our scratching and pushing though, the sex was incredibly sweet. It was tender, powerful, and slow, and I fell in love over and over again.
When we finally fell asleep it was only after she managed to make me come one last time.
“You do like how tiny I am, don’t you,” she whispered, as she tried to get me hard.
“Of course,” I said, pushing her back and staring at her body.
“Do you want me to be your little girl?” she purred as she threw a leg over mine. Her cunt pressed into my thigh and somehow my cock twitched back awake. “You like that, don’t you? You want to fuck your little girl, I can feel it. How old do you want me to be?”
“I don’t even know how old you are,” I moaned as I rolled on top of her, my cock now hard against her stomach.
“I’ll be anything for you,” she whispered as she rolled our last condom down over me. “I’ll be as little as you like.”
And then I was inside her and she was kissing me. My eyes were open, amazed at the sight of her, and she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her with everything she had.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, mumbling something else that I couldn’t make out.
“What did you say?” I asked, thrusting faster and harder.
“Fuck your little girl,” she moaned, and seconds later I was coming and so was she, bucking her hips off the ground as I thrust. Her face was against my neck and her breathing so loud it was musical. I kissed her everywhere as my body exploded, and I never wanted anything else ever again. I wanted to stay there, coming inside her, in spite of my utter exhaustion, but most of all I wanted it to always be perfect: sweet, hot, joyous, and easy.
-gny (from my new novel Disgusting, Beautiful, Immoral, which will be done one of these days.)
Here’s another photo sent in by the lovely Piper showing off her Dirty Boys shirt. And other things…
edit: if you’re like your own Dirty Boys shirts and other such things you can find them here: http://www.zazzle.com/thedirtyboys
Good morning Dirty Boys,
I have so been enjoying the prizes I won at the last Dirty Boys Reading - I devoured Guy New York’s Island on the Edge of Normal and am eagerly awaiting my copy of Jack Stratton’s That Sort of Thing. As you can see, I’m also very happy with my Dirty Boys t-shirt. Though it’s not quite my size, it is perfect to slip into on a lazy Sunday morning after a particularly dirty Saturday evening… Thank you all very much, and I look forward to hearing more of your dirty tales.
From the lovely Piper, winner of our Dirty Boys giveaway last Sunday.
By The Dirty Gentleman for QNY.
Anyone remember Gratuitous Pictures of Cock Friday? Ah, it’s been too long. Happy Valentine’s day!