Quickies in New York

Hot. Sweaty. Slippery.

Sat, 26 May 2012 13:56:00 -0400

Hot. Sweaty. Slippery.

One gin and tonic and one sundress on the floor. Two sandals by the door and two manicured hands. Possibly four.

Four lips and one ice cube. Bitters and a lime. One strong tongue and one shy one. A kiss and a bite. Juice on fingers. A long slow lick up the side of her neck and onto her chin. Pulling on a lip with teeth.

One hand wrapped around something hard and one sliding down a stomach to warm wetness. One moan. Two sighs. A scream.

Lips on cock. Tongue in cunt. Two bodies next to each other. Heads wrapped in thighs. Suffocating and then moving.

Slowly rubbing skin against skin. Opening thighs. Closing eyes. Entering. Penetrating. Welcoming. Slowly, ever so slowly, fucking. Fucking, fucking, and something slower. Something hotter and wetter and deeper. Something mixed with pain. Something awake and asleep.

Two breasts against a hard chest. Fingers in hair. Fingers in skin. Fingernails scratching.

Breathing, moaning, sighing, forgetting. Letting go. Releasing. Crying, begging, coming.

Hot. Sweaty. Slippery.

Peaceful.

Guy New York

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#456) The Spartan and Miss Ginger...

Fri, 25 May 2012 11:26:43 -0400

The Spartan and Miss Ginger Millay. A match made in… I don’t know. Somewhere painful.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#456) If you haven’t fucked...

Thu, 24 May 2012 21:41:51 -0400

If you haven’t fucked anyone on a roof lately, then get to it!

Thanks to the amazing Camille Crimson, I’m on Fleshbot...

Thu, 24 May 2012 13:13:00 -0400

Thanks to the amazing Camille Crimson, I’m on Fleshbot again today! You can read a piece from my newest book Love & Kink. Be sure to check out her other awesome posts all week long.

Fair Is Boring

Tue, 22 May 2012 21:04:00 -0400

“Someone pour me a drink. And kiss me.”

Rhyming Jenny was in good form and she got an answer quicker than I could snap my fingers. I didn’t see who kissed her, but two seconds later I got one as well. I closed my eyes and wondered how close it was to two am. How close was it until clothes came off and we stopped pretending we were there to get drunk? How close was it until I could drown myself in comfort rather than whisky?

“I don’t know about you, but I’m tired and I still want to get laid.”

I wrapped my arm around the redhead next to me and kissed the top of her head. It wasn’t sexy, and it wasn’t forward, but she snuggled up against me and ran her fingers up my thigh. The two women on the couch next to us had lost their tops, and one of them was busy tugging on a nipple ring with her teeth.

“I think it’s time,” I whispered, looking around us. I smiled as the redhead slipped onto the floor and unzipped me. She teased me with her fingers and lips as I grew hard against her skin. I touched her cheek without thinking and my eyes were wide open.

On the other side of the apartment some people were talking and someone was dancing. Jack had a girl I didn’t know over his knee, and his hand came down in a strong rhythm. Steph was still serving cocktails from a tray in nothing but heels. It felt like home.

“Pay attention to me,” the redhead said as she crawled back onto my lap. I grabbed her hips, kissed her mouth, and pulled her against me until I could feel her cunt against my cock. She growled into me as our bodies moved together, and it was her hand that slid me inside her.

“Is that better?”

“It’s much better. You fuck my cunt first, then you can go play.”

She squealed when I bit her lip and she groaned as my finger pressed into her ass. I held her tighter, kissed her harder, and fucked her faster. She whined into my ear with a voice I rarely hear.

“Fuck your little girl like a good daddy,” she purred. I had her hair in my fist two seconds later, and she was on her back before she could say a thing. I pinned her arms above her head as I slammed into her, and she said it over and over again. “Fuck me, daddy,” she cried, and I couldn’t do anything else. She was tight and strong around me, and she was begging and mumbling words I could no longer understand.

We came quickly. We came strongly, and we came over and over again. I felt four waves pour through my body as she clenched around me, and she never released her bottom lip from her pretty teeth. She closed her eyes at the last moment, and I collapsed on top of her. I could hear her heart beating as I kissed her collar bone, and she had all ten fingers in my hair.

“You two are adorable,” Rhyming Jenny said with a grin. “Now have a drink.”

She leaned in and kissed us each, offering just a taste of her perfect cocktail.

“Continue,” she said as she twirled on the spot and vanished into the other room.

“That was not fair,” I whispered.

“Fair is boring,” she said with a grin. “Besides, it’s better than calling you…”

I cut her off with a kiss that lasted into the early morning.

Guy New York

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#455) Calico is one of those people I...

Mon, 21 May 2012 21:59:00 -0400

Calico is one of those people I met in the last few years who I can’t imagine living without. She’s gorgeous, brilliant, and funny, and she’s so easy to be with that I find myself exhausted from smiling. She makes me happy in a million ways.

Also, she’s insanely hot. In case you didn’t notice.

Miss Ginger Millay / ©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#454) She went...

Mon, 21 May 2012 14:09:00 -0400

She went back and forth between growling and grinning as she pulled him closer with his tie.

Take This Off

Sun, 20 May 2012 22:19:00 -0400

I knelt outside the bedroom in the hallway. Just like she told me to do.

My clothes were in the living room folded on a chair, and I was hard by the time she shut the door. My hands were behind my back, and I sat upright and still. I was going to be a good boy no matter what happened on the other side.

“Are you ready to fuck me?” I heard her say through the door. Her partner moaned in response, and I could hear him kiss her and pull her body against him. I braced myself emotionally as much as I did physically, and I tried not to think at all.

“I want to hear your scream, beg, and moan for me,” he growled. “But first, I want to feel your mouth on my cock.”

I like to think I could hear them, but the truth is it was mostly in my mind. I could hear groans and whispers, but the slurping and sucking was my own creation. It didn’t matter if I closed my eyes or kept them open, I saw everything.

“I can’t wait,” she said. “I need you inside me now. Please.” There was a longing in her voice I hadn’t heard in a long time and my cock twitched at the sound.

“Come here,” he said and she yelped as he pulled her body to him. I heard her begging grow louder and louder until finally she was screaming yes and it was perfectly clear what they were doing.

“You are so fucking tight,” he whispered. “You’re so big,” she replied before their moans were muffled by their kissing, and all I could hear was the sound of bodies slapping together.

I pictured them in cinegraphic detail. I pulled in closely and watched them move mechanically, and I leaned back in a corner and took it all in from afar. Her moaning and crying was a soundtrack that overwhelmed me, but the next bit of dialog changed everything.

“Take this off,” she said as their bodies slowed.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. I want to feel you without it. I want to feel the skin of your cock inside me and…”

“What is it? What do you want?” He was breathing almost as quickly as I was. I strained to hear every word, still not believing a thing.

“I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you. For days.”

“Oh fuck,” he moaned and then somehow I knew it was happening. She groaned and sighed and her pleading never stopped. He let out a noise that I had never heard before and it was over.

“You feel so good,” she said. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve thought about it so many times, and oh my god. Your cock is inside me. I can feel everything.”

“I love you,” he whispered and then the slapping was back, and I was so hard that it hurt. My knees were sore from the floor, my mind was reeling, and I was closer to coming than I thought possible.

“Come for me,” started as a low growl and turned into a desperate pleading. “Come inside me. I want it so badly. I need it. Please, baby, fill my cunt.”

And then they were lost in what I could only assume was what a perfect orgasm sounds like. They screamed and laughed as their bodies moved together, and I pictured everything. I wanted to cry and run out the door, but more desperately than anything in the whole world I wanted to be just where I was.

It was a few minutes later that she called out to me.

“Come into the room.”

I stood slowly and it took every effort I had not to grab my cock. For the briefest moment I wondered if I would see what I expected or if it had just been a game. I wasn’t sure if the thought made me happy or sad, but it didn’t last long.

They were lying on the bed with their legs open wide. Their chests were rising and falling and his cock was still mostly hard against his thigh. I stood at the foot of the bed looking down and my own cock bobbed up and down giving away everything.

“Clean him off,” she whispered.

I didn’t pause.

I didn’t think.

I didn’t hesitate for a second before leaning down and taking him into my mouth. He let out a moan as I licked and sucked him, tasting her on every inch of his cock. He touched my hair briefly, and I felt pleased and rewarded.

“Now me,” she said. “Lick me clean like a good boy. He came so deeply inside me.”

Again there was no decision to be made. I opened her thighs and pressed my mouth against her without thought. I opened her—even more—with my lips and tongue ,and I tasted everything. Cum and sweat was overwhelming, and possibly I was crying as I cleaned her soaking wet cunt. She grabbed onto him as she lay there on my bed—our bed—and she started to moan louder as I pushed inside her as deeply as I could.

“Oh fuck, make me come again. Make me come…”

I came along with her. Without so much as a hand against me, my body shook and exploded with emotion as much as anything else. She closed her thighs and screamed into her arm. I didn’t stop, even as I came on myself and the bed, and by the time she finished I was close to collapse.

I pulled myself up onto the bed and lay next to her, my breath as lost as my mind. Somewhere in the silence she took my hand while I stared up at the cracks on the ceiling. Their patterns were familiar and comforting even as my body felt like a stranger.

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly.

“I think so,” was all I could say. “I think so.”

Guy New York

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#453) As soon as I gripped his cock...

Fri, 18 May 2012 10:33:19 -0400

As soon as I gripped his cock his whole body tensed up.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#452) I think she knows what’s...

Fri, 18 May 2012 10:30:01 -0400

I think she knows what’s coming.

Pouts and Moans

Thu, 17 May 2012 08:39:00 -0400

She says yes with her eyes.

It helps that I’ve heard it with her voice and read it in her words before. It helps that I know her submission is a gift and her body belongs as much to me as it does to the rest of the universe. It helps that her eyes are wide and expressive, and it helps that I’ve learned how to listen.

When I ask her if she’s been a good girl she knows that I’m giving her a choice. She knows what to say if she needs to be held and comforted, and she knows what to say if she needs to feel my hand on her skin. She pauses every time, and I don’t think she ever knows how she’ll respond until the words leave her mouth. I never do.

When she wants me to go fast and slow, when she wants me to move between anger and love, she tells me she doesn’t know. She tells me that she tries to be good but it’s ever so hard. I move between an open palm and a soft caress. I fuck her and make love, and she can laugh and cry at the same time. I hold her tightly as she pouts and moans, and she comes when I tell her it’s okay.

When she wants me to stop she holds me and doesn’t let go.

Guy New York

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#451) If you stare directly into his...

Wed, 16 May 2012 14:23:43 -0400

If you stare directly into his eyes he can take total control of you. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing…

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#450) I think Miss Ginger Millay...

Mon, 14 May 2012 17:09:00 -0400

I think Miss Ginger Millay needs to come by the office more often.

Mean, Nasty, and Filthy

Sun, 13 May 2012 09:42:00 -0400

She called me to tell me she had fucked the waiter.

This was before poly, before honesty, and before understanding. It was before graduation when self-awareness was still something we’d do when we got older.

I asked if he had left and she said just barely, so I was out the door before I knew what I was going to do. I took her steps two at a time, and I used my key because I had one. I had access to her apartment and that was supposed to mean something. She was still lying in bed with the sheet up under her chin. She was shy and defiant at the same time. She was both guilty and satisfied.

“He spent the night?”

“Yes,” came the quiet response.

“Did you fuck him again this morning?” I asked, as if I had a right to know.

She nodded her head, and I was hard. No more thinking was needed. I was going to reclaim her until she remembered where she belonged.

Without a word I pulled the cover off, causing her to squeal just loud enough to wake her roommates. I had my shirt off seconds later and my cock was hard in my hand before she could roll over or turn away.

“How many times did you fuck him?” I asked, pushing her legs open as I climbed in between them.

“I don’t know,” she whispered and this time it was on purpose. Her eyes were on fire and she wanted me to suffer. She wanted to see me angry and she got it. My cock was against her and both her hands were pinned above her head as she whispered in my ear.

“You fucking started it you know. You called me a whore and kissed my best friend, and so what if I brought home a stranger? He was hot and big, and I needed to be fucked.”

I slapped her for the first time with as much surprise as anything else, but she only moaned in response. She opened her legs wider, pulled me to her and groaned when I thrust inside her. I slapped her again before biting her lip, and my body moved on it’s own.

“You’re a filthy little slut,” I growled as I pounded into her, and she just kept nodding and biting and lifting her hips up to meet me.

“Where did he come?” I finally asked as I felt my balls tighten and my shoulders strain. “What did you let him do?” My hips moved faster than I thought possible, and I held her wrists with a strength I didn’t know I had.

“Everywhere,” she whispered. “Everywhere and everything.”

I came for days and still I didn’t stop. I filled her cunt and her mouth, and whenever we slowed to a pause she reminded me of something else and adrenaline shot through my body. I kissed her lips and bit her nipples as I tossed her body into position on the bed. I moved between making her tell me more and covering her mouth with a strong hand. I grew soft and hard within seconds, and it was hours later that we collapsed onto her bed with every emotion long since gone.

“If that’s what I get for cheating…”

I kissed her before she could finish her sentence and she rolled on top of me.

“Then I’m going to have a very busy week,” she finished.

I leaned up and wrapped my arms around her body. I kissed her chin and her lip as she smiled at me.

“You are a mean, nasty, filthy little slut, and I think I love you.”

She lifted her hips and rubbed my cock against her as she looked down at us.

“That’s what all the boys say,” she whispered as she pushed down around me once more.

Guy New York

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Fri, 11 May 2012 12:27:38 -0400

Sometimes the boy needs a good spanking too.

A Wise Cunt

Wed, 09 May 2012 11:28:00 -0400

A friend of mine once told me that the word cunt comes from an old word for witch.

“In other words, a wise woman,” she said. “It means a woman who knows things, while vagina means something that needs to be filled. It implies incompleteness and emptiness. As if somehow it wasn’t content being alone.”

“I’ve never thought much about it,” I admitted. “Although I know which word sounds better to me.”

“Of course you do. One’s strong and demanding while the other is… technical.”

I lay back against her body and let my fingers trail between her legs. She was still wet and warm, and I twisted small tufts of hair with a gentle tug. She opened her thighs wider and held my hand where it felt best as she groaned into my ear.

“My cunt is wise,” she growled. “And she definitely knows what she wants.”

Guy New York

Mon, 07 May 2012 17:29:17 -0400

Well, I’m going out to get drunk with some friends/partners/lovers/strangers etc. Happy my birthday to you all!

From my wonderful and dear friend visionaria who you all should...

Mon, 07 May 2012 11:59:57 -0400

From my wonderful and dear friend visionaria who you all should be following:

Somebody special has a birthday today (and I hope he doesn’t mind my telling everyone). I was going to write him a story but, instead, I’ll write about his own new story and how I first heard it.

I had the great pleasure to be sitting next to Guy New York when he read the opening of Love & Kink to our “drinking group with a writing problem.” We meet in a dive bar in downtown Manhattan. It’s one flight up, above what I’ve never noticed. The bar has a big plate-glass window overlooking the wide street and the main part of the bar, containing the actual bar, is long and dark and narrow, with barely enough space to pass between the barstools and the tiny tables along the wall. Behind that is a room with larger tables, a place cleared for a stage, video game machines, the service bar, and the bathrooms. One night a week it hosts an open-mic comedy night that ends around 8pm but still manages to run over and keep us waiting.

Tucked in a corner, behind the game consoles, is a beautiful set of scarred wooden doors, their arch reaching toward the high ceiling. It’s the kind of doorway one expects to see in Paris, not in the corner of a crappy bar with good drinks in southern Manhattan. Or, perhaps, it is a doorway that can exist only in the Village. I think this doorway is the reason that we can’t move our group from this space despite the annoyance of having to wait for comedy night to end before we can get into our room - the room beyond the doors - despite the loud group of young men who stay on to play Buck Hunter and block our line of egress from the room and access to the bar.

The room beyond the doors is small. Straight ahead is a large window with frosted glass and a ratty dark red brocade curtain. Under the window is a steam radiator that clanks and whistles in the winter, with a small upholstered piano bench in front of it. The bench is bolted to the floor. The tiny amount of wall on either side is pocked with holes showing the old exterior brick wall behind the newer stained drywall. Drips of who-knows-what (drink, rain?) mark the left side and flow around a faded nautical print. The wall on the right of the room is mostly taken up with a built-in bookshelf. What is not holds a rectangular occasional table onto which we’ve piled our coats. This, too, is bolted to the floor. An old church pew runs the length of the left-hand wall and above it hangs a large wood mirror with sconces attached, its curve echoing that of the door, and more faded prints in chipped frames. Three people fit comfortably on the pew, although we’ve fit five with people perched on each other’s laps.

That night the room held five people when I entered. Guy, seated in one of two straight-backed chairs on the other side of a battered gothic-syle library table across from the pew, rose to embrace me. His black cashmere v-neck smelled slightly of malt and after-shave. He pulled out my chair and crowed happily “You made it!” as if I’d not been sitting in a salumeria 250 feet away earlier in the night, as if our homes weren’t 3 blocks apart.

Guy read the opening of Love & Kink, what I think is the most well-written, mature, evolved story of his I’ve ever read/heard, and I’ve been reading his work for longer than I’ll admit. When he told us before beginning that the story felt very personal I joked, “Do I know the woman?” He answered that I know all the characters in his stories but when he was done he turned to me and blushed and asked, “Do you know the woman?” I could only nod.

Happy birthday, Guy.

Love,

-Visionaria

Quickies in New York

Hot. Sweaty. Slippery.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#456) The Spartan and Miss Ginger...

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#456) If you haven’t fucked...

Thanks to the amazing Camille Crimson, I’m on Fleshbot...

Fair Is Boring

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#455) Calico is one of those people I...

Miss Ginger Millay / ©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#454) She went...

Take This Off

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#453) As soon as I gripped his cock...

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#452) I think she knows what’s...

Pouts and Moans

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#451) If you stare directly into his...

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#450) I think Miss Ginger Millay...

Mean, Nasty, and Filthy

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#449)

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#448)

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#447) Sometimes the boy needs a good...

A Wise Cunt

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#446) Well, I’m going out to...

From my wonderful and dear friend visionaria who you all should...