disgustingnovel:

“What the fuck? You talk about wanting to hit on Kelly all day and then when she finally shows up you’re balls deep in Jane on your bed. What is wrong with you?” Rachel was waiting for me outside my room, standing in the kitchen with her hands on her hips like my mother.

“Do you mind not…

Hey kids, chapter five is up! Things start to get intense for our heroes…

disgustingnovel:

My printed proofs came in yesterday. I left one at Lillie’s on 17th if you want it. ;-)


I’m just going to leave these around the city in bars, parks, and subway cars.  
Of course, you can buy your own print version here.

disgustingnovel:

My printed proofs came in yesterday. I left one at Lillie’s on 17th if you want it. ;-)

I’m just going to leave these around the city in bars, parks, and subway cars.  

Of course, you can buy your own print version here.

disgustingnovel:

The city changes slowly enough that sometimes I don’t notice. As I walked from Cornelia Street over to West 4th and then towards the south end of Washington Square Park, I looked at every bar, restaurant, and shop to see what I remembered. That one was there last time, and that one, too, but…

Chapter two of my new novel is live! I’ll be posting one chapter a week every Friday until it’s done. Should be about 32 weeks.

Back in January I spent two weeks furiously writing a novel, and I’m excited to announce that it has finally come out! 

Disgusting, Beautiful, Immoral is my second full length book, and this one clocks in at close to 350 pages. It takes place in New York back in 1999, and it’s one of the filthiest, grittiest, and funniest things I’ve written. I don’t want to give anything away, so you’ll have to read it yourself. I will note that it has a whole lot more sex than my last novel.

I’ll also be posting the whole book, one chapter at a time, to a new blog DisgustingNovel.tumblr.com. You can follow along each Friday when the new chapter comes out. Ideally the whole thing will be published on the blog by the end of December, which is when the novel itself ends.

I hope you’ll share it, read it, review it, and enjoy spending time with it. I certainly enjoyed writing it (and even rewriting it and editing it).

It’s currently an Amazon e-book and a Nook e-book. There will soon be a print version as well. If you want it in some other file format, just make a donation through our Paypal link with a note, and I’ll send it to you.

Many thanks to my beta readers, J, K, and A. And of course, my complete gratitude to the brilliant Piper for her editing skills.

Thanks for sticking with me for all these years. 

Guy New York
ps. I always love blog and Amazon reviews, so if you’d like a review copy just drop me a note and I’ll send you one. 
Even if you don’t have a Kindle there are a hundred other ways to read Kindle books.

Back in January I spent two weeks furiously writing a novel, and I’m excited to announce that it has finally come out!

Disgusting, Beautiful, Immoral is my second full length book, and this one clocks in at close to 350 pages. It takes place in New York back in 1999, and it’s one of the filthiest, grittiest, and funniest things I’ve written. I don’t want to give anything away, so you’ll have to read it yourself. I will note that it has a whole lot more sex than my last novel.

I’ll also be posting the whole book, one chapter at a time, to a new blog DisgustingNovel.tumblr.com. You can follow along each Friday when the new chapter comes out. Ideally the whole thing will be published on the blog by the end of December, which is when the novel itself ends.

I hope you’ll share it, read it, review it, and enjoy spending time with it. I certainly enjoyed writing it (and even rewriting it and editing it).

It’s currently an Amazon e-book and a Nook e-book. There will soon be a print version as well. If you want it in some other file format, just make a donation through our Paypal link with a note, and I’ll send it to you.

Many thanks to my beta readers, J, K, and A. And of course, my complete gratitude to the brilliant Piper for her editing skills.

Thanks for sticking with me for all these years.

Guy New York


ps. I always love blog and Amazon reviews, so if you’d like a review copy just drop me a note and I’ll send you one.

Even if you don’t have a Kindle there are a hundred other ways to read Kindle books.

Silk Stockings!

After three years of working together, The Dirty Gentleman and I are finally releasing a collection of his photos in a beautifully printed book called Silk Stockings. We teamed up with Moleskine to produce a gorgeous, leather-bound, hard cover book with more than fifty original photos. The details (from the stitching to the pocket in the back) are classic Moleskine, and I think you’ll agree that TDG’s photos look absolutely stunning.

As we get closer to pub date we’ll get you all the details (including how to order one). We will also be announcing a contest/giveaway for one lucky follower to receive a free, signed copy of this limited edition book.

We are very excited. 

-gny

Please note the above photos are from a digital proof, not photos of the printed book. Those will come soon. 

The time has come the walrus said, to speak of many things. Like why the sea is boiling hot and why Guy New York wrote a book of poems about his penis. 

And to this, I say, why not? Some of them are funny, some are touching, most are dirty, and I think they’re all pretty damn honest. If you’ve ever thought your life needed more penis poetry, then now is the time to change that.

Available as an e-book, or in case your want to carry it around in your back pocket next to your clove cigarettes, a printed thing.

E-book: 32 Poems about my penis on Amazon

Printed: 32 Poems about my penis on Create Space

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

If you like this sort of thing, my complete collection of Brorotica is on Amazon for just $.99. It’ll stay there for a few days then go up every couple of days until it’s back its normal price of $3.99. 
It’s about 35,000 words long and has all 15 of my Brorotica stories from all three books. 
So, if you like dude on dude action, I’d love your support. 
Here’s the link to amazon. 
Thanks!

-gny

If you like this sort of thing, my complete collection of Brorotica is on Amazon for just $.99. It’ll stay there for a few days then go up every couple of days until it’s back its normal price of $3.99. 

It’s about 35,000 words long and has all 15 of my Brorotica stories from all three books. 

So, if you like dude on dude action, I’d love your support. 

Here’s the link to amazon. 

Thanks!

-gny

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.)