©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#567)
I don’t remember how I met Stephanie. She went to the catholic school around the corner from my dad’s house and she wore the standard plaid skirt and white socks that I wouldn’t really fetishize until years later. I fell for her pretty hard and it had something to do with how completely crazy and wonderful she was. She danced and showed off her ability to dislocate her shoulders by swinging her arms around her body. She laughed way too loudly and she drove like she was being chased. She had long black hair and a pointy nose, and I thought she was the prettiest girl in the whole wide world.
We lost our virginities together on the top bunk in my bedroom at my mother’s house. I bought condoms and figured out how to put one on as she lay there beneath me. In my memory she still had her school skirt on around her waist, but that’s probably not true. Her cunt was vermilion and it took a long time for us to get to a point where it was comfortable for her. There was blood and pain, but it finally moved into something else, and we began to fuck as often as we could.
She would come over after school and I would pull her panties down beneath her skirt and fuck her on my brother’s bed (the lower bunk) because he was off to college. She quickly learned to whisper filthy things in my ear and she used to beg me to fuck her harder and harder.
It was only about three months later that I stopped talking to her. Her father, who was a county judge, discovered her diary and found out we were sleeping together. She was worried about what he might do, but I don’t think that was it. The things I loved about her began to irritate me, and I didn’t know how to handle it. We talked less and less until I just didn’t call her anymore.
That summer she hooked up with my best friend Marcus at a party, and I was happy for them and even a little bit jealous. My friends told me I was an asshole and they were right. A year later she came over and fucked me and my new college friend Jake on my mom’s pull out sofa.
Whenever I hear the word vermilion I think of Stephanie’s cunt.
Guy New York

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#567)

I don’t remember how I met Stephanie. She went to the catholic school around the corner from my dad’s house and she wore the standard plaid skirt and white socks that I wouldn’t really fetishize until years later. I fell for her pretty hard and it had something to do with how completely crazy and wonderful she was. She danced and showed off her ability to dislocate her shoulders by swinging her arms around her body. She laughed way too loudly and she drove like she was being chased. She had long black hair and a pointy nose, and I thought she was the prettiest girl in the whole wide world.

We lost our virginities together on the top bunk in my bedroom at my mother’s house. I bought condoms and figured out how to put one on as she lay there beneath me. In my memory she still had her school skirt on around her waist, but that’s probably not true. Her cunt was vermilion and it took a long time for us to get to a point where it was comfortable for her. There was blood and pain, but it finally moved into something else, and we began to fuck as often as we could.

She would come over after school and I would pull her panties down beneath her skirt and fuck her on my brother’s bed (the lower bunk) because he was off to college. She quickly learned to whisper filthy things in my ear and she used to beg me to fuck her harder and harder.

It was only about three months later that I stopped talking to her. Her father, who was a county judge, discovered her diary and found out we were sleeping together. She was worried about what he might do, but I don’t think that was it. The things I loved about her began to irritate me, and I didn’t know how to handle it. We talked less and less until I just didn’t call her anymore.

That summer she hooked up with my best friend Marcus at a party, and I was happy for them and even a little bit jealous. My friends told me I was an asshole and they were right. A year later she came over and fucked me and my new college friend Jake on my mom’s pull out sofa.

Whenever I hear the word vermilion I think of Stephanie’s cunt.

Guy New York