As a gentle reminder, I have a novel out called The Island on the Edge of Normal.
If you know someone who likes to read, might be interested in polyamory, or simply enjoys (slightly) dirty books, then think about the paperback as a gift! It’s only $8.99 ($6.99 for the e-book) and it’s a simple way to support QNY.
From the Amazon page:
"If you’ve ever wondered what life would be like if jealousy were considered a bad habit to be minimized rather than a sign of true love to be celebrated, give this a read. I don’t know any better window into the realities of such a life."—Dr. Christopher Ryan, NY Times Bestelling co-author of Sex at Dawn

Thanks and your help and support. 
Yours,
Guy

As a gentle reminder, I have a novel out called The Island on the Edge of Normal.

If you know someone who likes to read, might be interested in polyamory, or simply enjoys (slightly) dirty books, then think about the paperback as a gift! It’s only $8.99 ($6.99 for the e-book) and it’s a simple way to support QNY.

From the Amazon page:

"If you’ve ever wondered what life would be like if jealousy were considered a bad habit to be minimized rather than a sign of true love to be celebrated, give this a read. I don’t know any better window into the realities of such a life."
—Dr. Christopher Ryan, NY Times Bestelling co-author of Sex at Dawn

Thanks and your help and support. 

Yours,

Guy

From My New Book, Write Till You’re Hard!

Excerpt from Chapter One: Experience, And One Time At Band Camp…

But how do you write about things you’ve never done? How do you tell a compelling story about something you’ve only fantasized about while struggling to get through your normal day?

All of us have the ability to get lost in our imaginations and daydreams. We can all let our minds wander through a whole minefield of whatif’s, and it’s a good place to start. If you’ve never been choked by four cocks at once but it’s something that turns you on to no end, then you’re going to have to spend some time in your fantasy world. It’s terrible I know. You have to fantasize more, jerk-off more, and then you have to do it again. And you have to go into as much detail in your fantasy as possible. Who do the four cocks belong to? Why are they choking you? Do you know them? Does one of them belong to your husband or boyfriend? And how did you get that rip in your dress?

Once you have the fantasy in mind, and you’ve rubbed one out a few times, it’s time to bring it back to your own life. You may not have had that experience, but I bet you know what it’s like to let go. I bet you know what it feels like to indulge, and I bet you know what it feels like to choke on something. Even if it’s not a cock. How does it feel to kneel on the floor for a long time? What does it feel like to do something that makes your nervous, even if it’s exciting at the same time?

Again, this is fan-fiction of your life, and you’re the one telling the story. You are the only one who knows how you react when you’re scared, excited, or anxious. You’re the only one who can describe your own longing, shame, or desire. Your life is where you begin: your memories, experiences, and most of all your imagination. Once you can relate your fantasizes to your own history, even if they’re outwardly unrelated, the stronger your writing will be.

So pay attention to the world around you, fantasize about it all, and keep touching yourself. Remember, it’s for your art.

You can find the whole book here on Amazon.

My new book on writing erotica is out today, and it’s fucking hilarious! At least that’s what my mom says. 
Anyway, if you’ve ever wanted to know what goes into writing dirty things all day long, here are my thoughts, opinions, and hopefully helpful suggestions. Each chapter also has a writing exercise with a hashtag in case you want to follow along. 
You can get it on Amazon here!
Here’s the description/introduction:
People will tell you that writing is a grueling, miserable occupation, that should only be undertaken by the strong of heart and the bulletproof. They’ll tell you that you have to born a writer, and if you lack that certain something (they never know what it is) you’ll be mediocre at best. They’ll also tell you that the earth is 4,000 years old and racism is a myth, so don’t believe a fucking word they say. Every single one of you can make people come using just your words. Okay, you can’t force them, but you can inspire, excited, and entice them. You can seduce them, arouse them, and make them fall off their chairs laughing. And if you really want, you can probably make them come and laugh at the same time. Writing is a skill like any other, and you can learn it. You can learn to tell stories, you can learn to form great sentences, and you can learn to turn people on. It may take courage, and it will definitely take work, but if you want to write dirty things you’re in good company. Some of the greatest people in the world have sex, and many of them write about it as well. This book will show you how.

My new book on writing erotica is out today, and it’s fucking hilarious! At least that’s what my mom says. 

Anyway, if you’ve ever wanted to know what goes into writing dirty things all day long, here are my thoughts, opinions, and hopefully helpful suggestions. Each chapter also has a writing exercise with a hashtag in case you want to follow along. 

You can get it on Amazon here!

Here’s the description/introduction:

People will tell you that writing is a grueling, miserable occupation, that should only be undertaken by the strong of heart and the bulletproof. They’ll tell you that you have to born a writer, and if you lack that certain something (they never know what it is) you’ll be mediocre at best. They’ll also tell you that the earth is 4,000 years old and racism is a myth, so don’t believe a fucking word they say. 

Every single one of you can make people come using just your words. Okay, you can’t force them, but you can inspire, excited, and entice them. You can seduce them, arouse them, and make them fall off their chairs laughing. And if you really want, you can probably make them come and laugh at the same time. Writing is a skill like any other, and you can learn it. You can learn to tell stories, you can learn to form great sentences, and you can learn to turn people on. It may take courage, and it will definitely take work, but if you want to write dirty things you’re in good company. Some of the greatest people in the world have sex, and many of them write about it as well. 

This book will show you how.

My novel has a new cover and a bunch of errors fixed! The print version will take a few days, but that will get the new cover soon as well. I liked the earlier version, but it was dark and a little scary, while I feel this cover expresses the feel of the book much more accurately. 
As always, buying a book is the best way to support the blog. It takes a of of time and money to keep up, and the few dollars I make off each sale let’s us keep going. 
Here’s the link to Amazon (and the book description). Thank you again for all your support!
“The first novel by Guy New York, The Island on the Edge of Normal, follows James from New York City to the coast of Maine where he struggles to forget his past by destroying his memories one page at a time. As he settles into his new life, he finds himself falling in love with Issa, the married women whose house he is sharing. When he learns that Issa and Paul have an open marriage he’s forced to make decisions he’s tried hard to avoid.
But the more comfortable he becomes, the more his past returns, until suddenly it arrives on the island in the form of Jane, the woman he’s been trying so hard to forget. Even as James learns about non-jealous husbands, handsome tourists, polyamory, and growing up on the edge of normal, he’s still consumed by guilt, fear, and a deep-seated anger that he doesn’t fully understand and can’t let go.A tale of love, lust, and redemption, The Island on the Edge of Normal pushes the boundaries of what it means to create, destroy, and forgive.”

My novel has a new cover and a bunch of errors fixed! The print version will take a few days, but that will get the new cover soon as well. I liked the earlier version, but it was dark and a little scary, while I feel this cover expresses the feel of the book much more accurately. 

As always, buying a book is the best way to support the blog. It takes a of of time and money to keep up, and the few dollars I make off each sale let’s us keep going. 

Here’s the link to Amazon (and the book description). Thank you again for all your support!

The first novel by Guy New York, The Island on the Edge of Normal, follows James from New York City to the coast of Maine where he struggles to forget his past by destroying his memories one page at a time. As he settles into his new life, he finds himself falling in love with Issa, the married women whose house he is sharing. When he learns that Issa and Paul have an open marriage he’s forced to make decisions he’s tried hard to avoid.


But the more comfortable he becomes, the more his past returns, until suddenly it arrives on the island in the form of Jane, the woman he’s been trying so hard to forget. Even as James learns about non-jealous husbands, handsome tourists, polyamory, and growing up on the edge of normal, he’s still consumed by guilt, fear, and a deep-seated anger that he doesn’t fully understand and can’t let go.

A tale of love, lust, and redemption, The Island on the Edge of Normal pushes the boundaries of what it means to create, destroy, and forgive.”

I wrote another e-book, and this time it’s just porn! Okay, not just, but there’s more fucking per page in this book than probably anything else I’ve ever written. 

Pill X takes place in the near future when we have a cure for everything. There are five stories (which are all somehow connected) about what happens on the day it’s released and suddenly no one has to worry about catching anything. Which means it’s 17,000 words of hardcore sex without condoms! There are gangbangs, creampies, students, teachers, bosses, uncles, and more cum than is probably appropriate.

It was a fun fantasy to write, and if you like reading about super messy sex with lots and lots of people in somewhat fucked up situations, then this is for you. 

It’s on Amazon right here.

I wrote another e-book, and this time it’s just porn! Okay, not just, but there’s more fucking per page in this book than probably anything else I’ve ever written. 

Pill X takes place in the near future when we have a cure for everything. There are five stories (which are all somehow connected) about what happens on the day it’s released and suddenly no one has to worry about catching anything. Which means it’s 17,000 words of hardcore sex without condoms! There are gangbangs, creampies, students, teachers, bosses, uncles, and more cum than is probably appropriate.

It was a fun fantasy to write, and if you like reading about super messy sex with lots and lots of people in somewhat fucked up situations, then this is for you. 

It’s on Amazon right here.

The Island on the Edge of Normal
My novel is free on Amazon today if you’re interested! It’s a sweet, sexy, poly-romance about self-discovery, forgiveness, and letting go (also fucking).
From Amazon: 
The first novel by Guy New York, The Island on the Edge of Normal, follows James from New York City to the coast of Maine where he struggles to forget his past by destroying his memories one page at a time. As he settles into his new life, he finds himself falling in love with Issa, the married women whose house he is sharing. When he learns that Issa and Paul have an open marriage he’s forced to make decisions he’s tried hard to avoid.
But the more comfortable he becomes, the more his past returns, until suddenly it arrives on the island in the form of Jane, the woman he’s been trying so hard to forget. Even as James learns about non-jealous husbands, handsome tourists, polyamory, and growing up on the edge of normal, he’s still consumed by guilt, fear, and a deep-seated anger that he doesn’t fully understand and can’t let go.A tale of love, lust, and redemption, The Island on the Edge of Normal pushes the boundaries of what it means to create, destroy, and forgive.
 It’s free in the US here.
And in the UK here.
(The photo was sent to me by a brilliant follower and friend. Thanks!)

The Island on the Edge of Normal

My novel is free on Amazon today if you’re interested! It’s a sweet, sexy, poly-romance about self-discovery, forgiveness, and letting go (also fucking).

From Amazon: 

The first novel by Guy New York, The Island on the Edge of Normal, follows James from New York City to the coast of Maine where he struggles to forget his past by destroying his memories one page at a time. As he settles into his new life, he finds himself falling in love with Issa, the married women whose house he is sharing. When he learns that Issa and Paul have an open marriage he’s forced to make decisions he’s tried hard to avoid.


But the more comfortable he becomes, the more his past returns, until suddenly it arrives on the island in the form of Jane, the woman he’s been trying so hard to forget. Even as James learns about non-jealous husbands, handsome tourists, polyamory, and growing up on the edge of normal, he’s still consumed by guilt, fear, and a deep-seated anger that he doesn’t fully understand and can’t let go.

A tale of love, lust, and redemption, The Island on the Edge of Normal pushes the boundaries of what it means to create, destroy, and forgive.

 It’s free in the US here.

And in the UK here.

(The photo was sent to me by a brilliant follower and friend. Thanks!)

Wow. I just got this smoking hot photo of an incredibly sexy woman reading my novel. I think it’s safe to say she’s enjoying it.  I can’t even…
If you’d like your own copy you can find it at Amazon both on Kindle and in Print. And of course, if you’d like to send me your own awesome photos I’d be happy to post/reblog them as well (with your permission of course).
Thank you my dear for an incredibly hot photo. I’m going to go take a shower. A very long shower.

Wow. I just got this smoking hot photo of an incredibly sexy woman reading my novel. I think it’s safe to say she’s enjoying it.  I can’t even…

If you’d like your own copy you can find it at Amazon both on Kindle and in Print. And of course, if you’d like to send me your own awesome photos I’d be happy to post/reblog them as well (with your permission of course).

Thank you my dear for an incredibly hot photo. I’m going to go take a shower. A very long shower.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#574)
She used to read me dirty stories in bed, but I swear she made up the parts in the middle.
One night while it was snowing, she warmed up the wine and cranked up the heat. She lit a candle that smelled like spring and we crawled into bed with Anais Nin and George Bataille. She made me lie on my stomach as she read out loud, and I only sat up for slow sips of mulled red and spices I didn’t know.
“Mary’s cunt is crimson and her dress covers nothing. I can still smell her sex on my fingers, but I miss her presence between my legs already. If I don’t fuck her again I’m never going back to Paris.”
“It doesn’t say that,” I said as I reached out for my glass.
“Be quiet,” she said, before she continued. “Mary’s brother says I’m a terrible influence, but I know he abused himself as he watched us last night, and I can’t get the image out of my head. His prick was red and hard, and when I pulled her mouth hardest against me he collapsed on the other side of the door. I believe he wants to fuck Mary as much as me, and frankly I don’t care.”
“You’re totally making this up.”
“Do you want me to finish the story?” she asked.
“Yes love,” I replied, and it was the truth. I was hard against the bed and I didn’t care whose words they were at all. In fact, the only thing that mattered was the sound of her voice.
“One day I’m going to have them both and I’ll write words on her thighs with my tongue as he fills me until I drown. Some nights the thought keeps me up forever, and I wonder if it’s my only hope. Maybe the more I lose myself in my dreams the less it will hurt to be awake. Maybe drowning will be my bliss.”
I rolled over and pulled her to me with a kiss that was long and deep. The thought of her drowning in anything did too many things to my mind for me to let go. She was wet between the legs as well as both her cheeks, and by the time I was inside her the book had fallen to the floor.
She didn’t open her eyes for hours, and I was afraid that if I said a word her dream might end.

—Guy New York
(If you enjoy my writing, you might like my new novel, The Island on The Edge of Normal, now available on Kindle and in Print.)

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#574)

She used to read me dirty stories in bed, but I swear she made up the parts in the middle.

One night while it was snowing, she warmed up the wine and cranked up the heat. She lit a candle that smelled like spring and we crawled into bed with Anais Nin and George Bataille. She made me lie on my stomach as she read out loud, and I only sat up for slow sips of mulled red and spices I didn’t know.

“Mary’s cunt is crimson and her dress covers nothing. I can still smell her sex on my fingers, but I miss her presence between my legs already. If I don’t fuck her again I’m never going back to Paris.”

“It doesn’t say that,” I said as I reached out for my glass.

“Be quiet,” she said, before she continued. “Mary’s brother says I’m a terrible influence, but I know he abused himself as he watched us last night, and I can’t get the image out of my head. His prick was red and hard, and when I pulled her mouth hardest against me he collapsed on the other side of the door. I believe he wants to fuck Mary as much as me, and frankly I don’t care.”

“You’re totally making this up.”

“Do you want me to finish the story?” she asked.

“Yes love,” I replied, and it was the truth. I was hard against the bed and I didn’t care whose words they were at all. In fact, the only thing that mattered was the sound of her voice.

“One day I’m going to have them both and I’ll write words on her thighs with my tongue as he fills me until I drown. Some nights the thought keeps me up forever, and I wonder if it’s my only hope. Maybe the more I lose myself in my dreams the less it will hurt to be awake. Maybe drowning will be my bliss.”

I rolled over and pulled her to me with a kiss that was long and deep. The thought of her drowning in anything did too many things to my mind for me to let go. She was wet between the legs as well as both her cheeks, and by the time I was inside her the book had fallen to the floor.

She didn’t open her eyes for hours, and I was afraid that if I said a word her dream might end.

—Guy New York

(If you enjoy my writing, you might like my new novel, The Island on The Edge of Normal, now available on Kindle and in Print.)

First Reviews of My Novel

The Island on The Edge of NormalOn December 14th I published my first novel, The Island on The Edge of Normal. Here are a few of the early Amazon reviews.

Delightfully refreshing view of polyamory. A great first novel

I found this novel very real, it stays very involved. I found myself really investing in the characters. I honestly was very sad to see it end. I hope the story continues for James.From MP

A sweet, sweet tale of a man struggling with all sorts of things…

Guy’s heart shines through his words in this beautiful, sexy polyromance novel set off the coast of Maine.From KG

A wonderful first novel

Yes, there are plenty of Guy New York’s trademark hot sex scenes among various combinations of the book’s characters, including male-on-male. Those scenes alone makes it worth a read for any fans already familiar with his work, and a great introduction of his style for new readers. Guy is also a master at giving most of his stories a touch of romanticism, and he does it well with this tale.From DD

I opened my notebook and reread the few pages from the night before. I forgot about the details and the feeling of skin on skin. I focused on my words and my sentences like they were strangers I was meeting for the first time. I turned to a blank page and I tried again.

Jane looks over my shoulder as I write and it makes me more self conscious than if she were a judge for the Booker Prize. She says that she likes to watch, and since I get to see her paint, it’s only fair. But I delete more sentences than I put down while she’s here even though she never says a word. 
One night she lights a cigarette, and I write an entire chapter describing the smoke as it leaves her mouth. For the rest of the night I wait for her to ask me about it. I wait for questions or thoughts, but they never come. We cook dinner and we watch a movie on the couch, but my writing is left behind without a word. 
When I begin my new novel, “The Locksmith’s Daughter,” I make a rule. There is to be no looking on as I type. I need a room with a closed door and nothing else around me. Even coffee shops and bars make me nervous. 
She accepts without a word, and for thirteen months we don’t discuss it. We talk about the business side of my life, and we talk schedule and covers. She has dinners with me and my agent, but the book is a secret locked up inside me that only she can’t access. It’s mine in a way I don’t understand, and as much as I cherish my solitude, I begin to long for her to ask me again. I need her interest and her excitement to keep me going. 
The longer it goes on, the more obsessed I become, and with each new chapter, the story is more and more about Jane… 
—From my new novel, The Island on the Edge of Normal now available on Kindle and in Print. (The photo is from yesterday afternoon at Lillie’s near Union Square. Good friends, printed books, and just a few manhattans.)

I opened my notebook and reread the few pages from the night before. I forgot about the details and the feeling of skin on skin. I focused on my words and my sentences like they were strangers I was meeting for the first time. I turned to a blank page and I tried again.

Jane looks over my shoulder as I write and it makes me more self conscious than if she were a judge for the Booker Prize. She says that she likes to watch, and since I get to see her paint, it’s only fair. But I delete more sentences than I put down while she’s here even though she never says a word.

One night she lights a cigarette, and I write an entire chapter describing the smoke as it leaves her mouth. For the rest of the night I wait for her to ask me about it. I wait for questions or thoughts, but they never come. We cook dinner and we watch a movie on the couch, but my writing is left behind without a word.

When I begin my new novel, “The Locksmith’s Daughter,” I make a rule. There is to be no looking on as I type. I need a room with a closed door and nothing else around me. Even coffee shops and bars make me nervous.

She accepts without a word, and for thirteen months we don’t discuss it. We talk about the business side of my life, and we talk schedule and covers. She has dinners with me and my agent, but the book is a secret locked up inside me that only she can’t access. It’s mine in a way I don’t understand, and as much as I cherish my solitude, I begin to long for her to ask me again. I need her interest and her excitement to keep me going.

The longer it goes on, the more obsessed I become, and with each new chapter, the story is more and more about Jane… 

—From my new novel, The Island on the Edge of Normal now available on Kindle and in Print. (The photo is from yesterday afternoon at Lillie’s near Union Square. Good friends, printed books, and just a few manhattans.)

The Island on The Edge of Normal

And then it was just us three.

The breeze was almost too mild to feel, and the room was dark except for two candles. Issa poured the last of the bottle out into our glasses. We had been drinking for hours, and her words were nearly as blurry as mine. She pulled her legs up underneath her until they were crossed on the couch, and she leaned back enough that she could see us both.

“So, what is a girl to do. Here I am on the couch with two beautiful men, and my husband has left me all alone.”

“Well, I’m sure he has complete faith in our intentions,” Sebastien said slowly.

“Oh, I’m sure he does. Assuming you both intend to kiss me until I can’t breathe.”

I looked at Sebastien and he looked back with a raised eyebrow. Issa’s eyes were closed and she had one hand on each of our knees. I had no idea what I should do, and even less idea of what I wanted. I had dreamed of kissing Issa for a week, but this was not how I expected it to happen. Sebastien, on the other hand, didn’t wait for another invitation.

He leaned in, placed one hand on her cheek and kissed her so slowly I felt my heart skip a beat. His fingers ran through her hair, and I almost didn’t notice her arm sliding around my back and pulling me closer. She pulled away from the kiss and turned to me without a sound. She touched my cheek and smiled shyly.

And then I kissed her.

Her mouth was warm and soft, and her tongue opened my lips with more force than I expected. My arms were around her in seconds, and I never wanted to let her go. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sebastien kissing her neck, and our arms brushed as our hands moved up and down her back. She squirmed on the couch, her legs now stretched out in front of her, and the sounds from her lips were enticing.

She moved back to Sebastien, and I didn’t pause before moving down to kiss her cheek, her ear, and her neck. I placed one hand on her stomach, and she pulled it up under her shirt to cover her bare breast. I pinched a nipple between my fingers as she moaned into Sebastien’s mouth, and suddenly she pulled away from us both. Her eyes darted back and forth between us, and there was nothing but want in her expression. In one swift motion she lifted her shirt off over her head and then pulled Sebastien down to her breast. His mouth opened as I stared in wonder, and the freckles covering her body never looked so beautiful.

“Kiss me,” she growled, and I couldn’t do anything but comply. I moved from her neck to her chin and back to her lips, and the room got warmer by the second. Her skin was smooth and her muscles strong from long hours at the potter’s wheel. When I slid down to kiss her other breast she squeezed my shoulder and bit her lip to keep from screaming. I was so mesmerized by what was happening that it took me nearly a minute to realize it was Sebastien’s hand in my hair and not hers.

—Guy New York

(From my new novel, The Island on The Edge of Normal, now available on Kindle and in Print. All I want for Xmas are Amazon reviews.)

Dear Friends,
I wrote a novel! And I’m very excited to share it with you.
I’ve been working on this book for far too long, but after hiring the brilliant and amazing Rose Fox as my editor, I finally was able to pull it together. Rose helped me turn a somewhat rambling story into a real book that I hope you will thoroughly enjoy.
So here it is, The Island on the Edge of Normal.
I’ll write some other posts about the book itself, but for now I just wanted to say thank you. I would never have had the nerve, the energy, or the faith to write and publish a novel on my own if it wasn’t for the Tumblr community. Every little like and re-blog has given me the push to keep on writing, and your support has been overwhelming and inspiring.
If you’re curious about the novel you can read the first three or four chapter on Amazon (only on the Kindle page). It’s available both as a Kindle book and also as a paperback (which you can still get before x-mas!).
The Kindle version of The Island on the Edge of Normal is here.
And the paperback version is here (on Amazon) and also on Create Space (where I get a much higher royalty for some reason.)
Thank you again for all your love and support these past three years.
Guy New York
ps. Amazon formatting issues have been fixed.

Dear Friends,

I wrote a novel! And I’m very excited to share it with you.

I’ve been working on this book for far too long, but after hiring the brilliant and amazing Rose Fox as my editor, I finally was able to pull it together. Rose helped me turn a somewhat rambling story into a real book that I hope you will thoroughly enjoy.

So here it is, The Island on the Edge of Normal.

I’ll write some other posts about the book itself, but for now I just wanted to say thank you. I would never have had the nerve, the energy, or the faith to write and publish a novel on my own if it wasn’t for the Tumblr community. Every little like and re-blog has given me the push to keep on writing, and your support has been overwhelming and inspiring.

If you’re curious about the novel you can read the first three or four chapter on Amazon (only on the Kindle page). It’s available both as a Kindle book and also as a paperback (which you can still get before x-mas!).

The Kindle version of The Island on the Edge of Normal is here.

And the paperback version is here (on Amazon) and also on Create Space (where I get a much higher royalty for some reason.)

Thank you again for all your love and support these past three years.

Guy New York

ps. Amazon formatting issues have been fixed.

“Hello. My name is Mr. Gay. Mr. E. L. Gay.”“You’re name is El Gay? Are you Spanish?”Anastas was late to class when the stranger had pulled up in a Porsche 911 to ask him directions. Or something. Come to think of it, the young man had no idea why he had been stopped at all. His head was fuzzy as he looked at the plush leather interior of the car, and his eyes were fixated on the rainbow air freshener hanging—like a testicle—from the rearview mirror. His inner Goddess was super confused.“I’m not Spanish. But I am very rich. And I’m also very gay.”“I guessed that from your car. And also the rainbow air freshener that’s hanging—like a testicle—from your rearview mirror. Can I help you with something?”“You look like a young innocent college student. Let me guess. Your major is English?”“Actually it’s philosophy, but…”“I knew it. It doesn’t matter. Like I said, my name is Mr. Gay, and I’d like to take you for lunch.”“To lunch?”“Yes. I’d like to take you to lunch.”“To lunch?”“I just said that. Twice.”“I’ve never been in a Porche 911 before.”“I can tell that just by looking at you. You’re impressed by my fancy car because you know it means I’m incredibly rich.”“And gay.”“Well, yes, also incredibly gay.”For some reason Anastas climbed into the passenger seat without another word and minutes later they were speeding off down the road. Mr. Gay pushed the pedal down hard and watched as Anastas gripped the edges of his seat. The young man looked over at him and once more couldn’t help notice how incredibly rich Mr. Gay was.
The rainbow air freshener swung suggestively back and forth as the car raced down the street, and for the briefest of moments neither of them could imagine being anywhere else, in spite of the relatively short time they had known each other and the awkwardness of their strange, yet fated, meeting.
From 50 Shades of Gay: Five stories of straight men and gay sex (Brorotica part 3)

“Hello. My name is Mr. Gay. Mr. E. L. Gay.”

“You’re name is El Gay? Are you Spanish?”

Anastas was late to class when the stranger had pulled up in a Porsche 911 to ask him directions. Or something. Come to think of it, the young man had no idea why he had been stopped at all. His head was fuzzy as he looked at the plush leather interior of the car, and his eyes were fixated on the rainbow air freshener hanging—like a testicle—from the rearview mirror. His inner Goddess was super confused.

“I’m not Spanish. But I am very rich. And I’m also very gay.”

“I guessed that from your car. And also the rainbow air freshener that’s hanging—like a testicle—from your rearview mirror. Can I help you with something?”

“You look like a young innocent college student. Let me guess. Your major is English?”

“Actually it’s philosophy, but…”

“I knew it. It doesn’t matter. Like I said, my name is Mr. Gay, and I’d like to take you for lunch.”

“To lunch?”

“Yes. I’d like to take you to lunch.”

“To lunch?”

“I just said that. Twice.”

“I’ve never been in a Porche 911 before.”

“I can tell that just by looking at you. You’re impressed by my fancy car because you know it means I’m incredibly rich.”

“And gay.”

“Well, yes, also incredibly gay.”

For some reason Anastas climbed into the passenger seat without another word and minutes later they were speeding off down the road. Mr. Gay pushed the pedal down hard and watched as Anastas gripped the edges of his seat. The young man looked over at him and once more couldn’t help notice how incredibly rich Mr. Gay was.

The rainbow air freshener swung suggestively back and forth as the car raced down the street, and for the briefest of moments neither of them could imagine being anywhere else, in spite of the relatively short time they had known each other and the awkwardness of their strange, yet fated, meeting.

From 50 Shades of Gay: Five stories of straight men and gay sex (Brorotica part 3)

Fifty Shades of Gay

I just finished my third Brorotica collection, Fifty Shades of Gay! Once again there are five short stories in it, including the title story. Which, clearly, is ridiculous. It’s also very handsome. And incredibly rich. Also, super gay. Did I say rich and handsome? Gasp. (My inner goddess is super nervous right now.)

It also has a hot train story about two older men, a jock/nerd high school story, and some super brorrific beach boys who don’t know how close they are.

It’s going to my editor tomorrow and hopefully up on Amazon over the weekend. I’m very excited.

My new e-book, Love & Kink is up on Amazon! 
It’s one long story rather than a collection, and it’s far more personal than most of my other books. It’s about a weekend with one of my out of town partners here in New York and it goes from incredibly sweet to nice and naughty. There’s a sex party, a threesome, some hot boy-on-boy action and my every present emotional interludes. 
I tried to describe how I do kink as honestly as possible in the story, and I think I succeeded at least a little. It’s more power play than prop play, and it’s intense and sweet at the same time. 
Once again, thank you in advance for reading/re-blogging/burning my books. I couldn’t do this without you.
The cover photo was shot by The Dirty Gentleman and is a photo of the lovely Miss Ginger Millay from our shoot last week.

My new e-book, Love & Kink is up on Amazon! 

It’s one long story rather than a collection, and it’s far more personal than most of my other books. It’s about a weekend with one of my out of town partners here in New York and it goes from incredibly sweet to nice and naughty. There’s a sex party, a threesome, some hot boy-on-boy action and my every present emotional interludes. 

I tried to describe how I do kink as honestly as possible in the story, and I think I succeeded at least a little. It’s more power play than prop play, and it’s intense and sweet at the same time. 

Once again, thank you in advance for reading/re-blogging/burning my books. I couldn’t do this without you.

The cover photo was shot by The Dirty Gentleman and is a photo of the lovely Miss Ginger Millay from our shoot last week.