©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#750)
This weather makes me want to curl up and sleep until spring.


©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#750)

This weather makes me want to curl up and sleep until spring.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#707)
©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#704)
Someone’s in trouble…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#704)

Someone’s in trouble…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#692)
©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#665)
Today is a good day to stand around staring out the window. In pretty things.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#665)

Today is a good day to stand around staring out the window. In pretty things.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#648)
©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#641)
It always starts with some silly boy saying something like, “I can handle that.”

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#641)

It always starts with some silly boy saying something like, “I can handle that.”

©2012 by The Dirty Gentleman (#608)
©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#570)
Is anyone getting fancy for New Years? After five days of eating and drinking my way through New Orleans, I may take it a easy. LIke a pajama party/orgy. 
Hope you’re all well. It’s good to be home.
GNY

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#570)

Is anyone getting fancy for New Years? After five days of eating and drinking my way through New Orleans, I may take it a easy. LIke a pajama party/orgy. 

Hope you’re all well. It’s good to be home.

GNY

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#566)

It feels like dress up to all of us.
I’m sure there are people out there who put on a tux every night and it’s the most normal thing in the world, but most of us learned to suck cock in jeans and a sweater. Hell, most of us learned in an unflattering swimsuit or running shorts after track practice.
I learned to kiss under a pool table, and the first time I touched a wet cunt was behind the tennis courts with a teacher looking on from the window above. I tasted pussy on the grass of the library, and I held too many asses to count on awkward dance floors with girls I could barely talk too.
And yet, when I put on those pants and the tie, when she snaps on her garters, the world changes. All those pasts are still there, but all I can feel is my blood pulsing and all I can think about is what her thighs will feel like beneath my tongue. I can hold a glass of champagne to her lips as I slide inside her and I get to be in my own story. She’s elegant and I’m classy, and her pussy is so tight I can barely keep my eyes open.
Sometimes she calls me Sir and sometimes it’s bastard, but it doesn’t matter. In the morning I can never remember if we were pretending to dress up the night before or faking it right there in our flannel sheets and cheap coffee.
The line between real and everything else is as weak as my memory of the night before.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#566)


It feels like dress up to all of us.

I’m sure there are people out there who put on a tux every night and it’s the most normal thing in the world, but most of us learned to suck cock in jeans and a sweater. Hell, most of us learned in an unflattering swimsuit or running shorts after track practice.

I learned to kiss under a pool table, and the first time I touched a wet cunt was behind the tennis courts with a teacher looking on from the window above. I tasted pussy on the grass of the library, and I held too many asses to count on awkward dance floors with girls I could barely talk too.

And yet, when I put on those pants and the tie, when she snaps on her garters, the world changes. All those pasts are still there, but all I can feel is my blood pulsing and all I can think about is what her thighs will feel like beneath my tongue. I can hold a glass of champagne to her lips as I slide inside her and I get to be in my own story. She’s elegant and I’m classy, and her pussy is so tight I can barely keep my eyes open.

Sometimes she calls me Sir and sometimes it’s bastard, but it doesn’t matter. In the morning I can never remember if we were pretending to dress up the night before or faking it right there in our flannel sheets and cheap coffee.

The line between real and everything else is as weak as my memory of the night before.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#472)
I clearly have ass on my mind. And Calico’s is one of my favorites. Especially with a hand print…

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#472)

I clearly have ass on my mind. And Calico’s is one of my favorites. Especially with a hand print…

The Dirty Gentleman really does have the best job…

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#408-10)

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#397)
I’m in this sort of mood today.

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#397)

I’m in this sort of mood today.

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#375)
Calico has the best fucking laugh ever.

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#375)

Calico has the best fucking laugh ever.

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#370)
Sometimes she undresses in front of the window to see how far I’ll let her go. She moves slowly, drops things carelessly onto the floor, and looks back to watch me squirm. 

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#370)

Sometimes she undresses in front of the window to see how far I’ll let her go. She moves slowly, drops things carelessly onto the floor, and looks back to watch me squirm.