Please Tell Me It’s Your Ass

“He cheated on me,” she said when I walked in the door. We had planned on a nice quiet dinner between old friends, but I instantly realized I should have brought whisky rather than wine. I opened my arms and she filled them, and for a long time neither of us said a word.


“The only bright side, is that now I get to do it too.” She was whispering into the crook of my neck and our hug suddenly felt very different. I stepped back until I could look into her eyes. We had been resisting each other for years, and then just like that he made all our hesitation feel foolish. What was the point of us holding back if he was going to fuck it up anyway?


“Have you picked someone out yet?” I asked.


Her kiss was crushing. Her mouth was sweet, and this time rather than simply wrap our arms around one another they were put to the business of removing clothes. We left a trail of them in the hallway until we collapsed naked onto their bed, my mouth between her legs tasting her for the first time. Her pussy was wet and slippery as I explored her folds and bit her thighs. I had two fingers inside her as she clenched around me, and she was begging by the time my tongue found her clit.


When I finally moved up to her mouth, my hard cock dangerously close to the entrance of her cunt, she grabbed my hair and bit my lip.


“I want to do something that I never let him do,” she said. There was anger in her voice, and my cock was painfully hard at her words. “He always asked, and I said no. And now I want you to do it, just because.”


When I slid into her pussy I forgot everything. She was tight and hot, and our bodies were so fully entwined we felt like the same person. We ground our pelvises together, scratched our backs, and wrapped our legs into twisted limbs that would never be free.


“Please tell me it’s your ass,” I growled. “Please tell me you want me to fuck this ass.”


She was on her hands and knees a second later, pointing to the condoms and lube on her bedside table. I rolled one down, squirted some lube onto two fingers, and attacked her. I pushed her down onto her stomach as my fingers found her asshole, and she moaned and writhed and grunted beneath my weight.


“Do it,” she begged.


“He really never fucked you here?”


“No,” she moaned, pushing back against me.


“Tell me what you want.”


“I want you to fuck me!” she said.


“Where.”


“My ass, I want you to fuck my ass.”


“I want to hear you beg for it. I’m not sure I really believe you.” I was still teasing her with fingers, but my cock was pressed against her, and she was squirming uncontrollably.


“Please,” she moaned.


“Louder,” I told her. “Beg like it’s the only thing in the world you’ve ever wanted.”


“Please fuck me. Please fuck me up the ass. Oh god, I can’t stand it.”


I held her still as I positioned myself against her tiny hole, and it looked impossible. I gasped as I pushed against her, and when I finally watched the head of my cock enter her, I was close to crying. Inch by inch I pushed, and she never once stopped begging for more. By the time I was fully inside her I was in love, and I was never going to leave.


“Fuck, that’s amazing. Your cock feels so fucking good inside me.”


I started to move, and she started to push back, and by the time she reached a hand between her legs, we were both close to coming. She thrust back against me, as I watched my cock slide in and out of her, and it was perfect. Her ass was impossibly tight, but even more than the physical sensation was the deep and profound knowledge that his affair had nothing on ours. She was giving me something he never had, and that thought alone was enough to make me come. She screamed and moaned, and I grabbed her and thrust so hard we fell onto the bed in a fit of shaking bodies.


“Holy shit, I’m coming. I’m coming with your dick up my ass. Oh god, keep fucking me!”


“I’m coming too,” I moaned. “I’ve wanted this ass for too many years, and I’m going to fill you with everything I have.”


By the time we slowed down we were covered in sweat, the room smelled like an orgy, and we had smiles on our faces bigger than the arch in Washington Square Park. She kissed me between giggles, and I held her hands as I caught my breath. Nothing would ever be the same again.


“That was amazing,” I said.


“I don’t know why we waited.”

-gny

Not The Most Faithful

Kelly was so thankful for his help that halfway into the first bottle of vodka she began to kiss him. It took him a moment to realize what he was doing, and then like a good friend, he pushed her away and tried to stand up. He looked at me with the open arms of apology.

"Dude, I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

It’s fine,” I said. “She’s just emotional. Besides, ever since the other night she’s been wanting to get a piece of you.”

Don’t tell him that,” Kelly said frowning at me. “He’s dating Rachel, and even though she’s not always the most faithful girlfriend, he doesn’t need to be hear about me wanting to fuck him.” She was sitting on his lap and rubbing his chest, and the combination of the smoke and the drink was making us all a little slow.

What do you mean, she’s not the most faithful?” he stammered.

Don’t worry about it. I think it’s great that you’re dedicated to her even if she doesn’t feel the same way.” She kissed him on the cheek, and I noticed that she had absentmindedly unbuttoned her shirt half way down her chest. Her small breasts were clearly visible each time she turned.

What do you mean she doesn’t feel the same way?” Marcus looked back and forth between us and I moved closer to them. 

I didn’t want to say anything man, but Kelly’s right. Rachel is sweet, but she’s still hung up on that guy from high school. I don’t think it means anything, but she was going over there tonight. She said she missed just being tossed around sometimes. I mean, she thinks you’re super sweet Marcus, but you know what she’s like.”

He was staring at us both and his cheeks were getting red. Kelly continued to rub his shoulder and his chest, and she told him not to worry. 

If it bothers you, feel free to take it out on me,” she finally whispered. She swung her leg over until she was straddling him on the chair. “Tom, you won’t mind will you? I’d hate to see Marcus get used like this, and I’ve been dying to feel this big cock inside me.” 

With that she pressed firmly against his jeans and he looked over at me helplessly. She moved her hand up and down him and it was clear he was getting harder. A second later she lost her shirt entirely, and Kelly’s breasts in his face became too much for him to handle. Without another word her grabbed her and kissed her tits with an anger I had rarely seen. He lifted her off his lap and they dropped to the floor as I slumped down against the bed to watch. She had his jeans open in a second, and her skirt was around her waist. She didn’t bother to remove anything else, but two seconds later his cock was inside her and her eyes were closed.

He’s so fucking big,” she whispered. Then she waved me to him. I reached a hand down and rubbed her clit as he fucked her, and she kissed me gently before winking. She bit her lip as she moved up and down, and his hands dug into her skin. He groped at her breasts, and thrust up to meet her as I watched them. 

You know we were just fucking with you about Rachel, right?” Kelly said. Her hips circled above him as she clenched her cunt around him.

What?” he said, only half sure he had heard her.

I mean, she would never really cheat on you. I just said that to get you to fuck me.”

Marcus threw Kelly off his body with so much force she fell on her face next to me. He jumped up, pulling his pants back up around his waist and stared at us. I had never seen him look so angry.

Are you fucking serious?” He yelled at us as he grabbed his jacket. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Both of you? Jesus Christ, I don’t know why I believe anything you fucking say!”

Two seconds later we heard the door slam and Kelly broke out into a fit of laughter. I pulled her to me and kissed her. She crawled up into my lap and the two of us found what was left of the joint and lit it once more. She took a long drag before pulling me in and filling my mouth with smoke. I inhaled deeply before leaning back and closing my eyes.

That was brilliant,” I told her. 

—GNY 

(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.)

Mean, Nasty, and Filthy

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

I was at home all of yesterday, and I got caught up writing on my couch where I wrote a very dirty little Christmas story! It’s about a woman (from her perspective) at her office Christmas party who has to fuck two men before she can go see her boss.
What I like best about it (other than how insane it is to make it an afternoon) is how the character goes from completely in command of everything to as submissive as can be in moments. I think many of can make that switch, and it was fun to write about. I also got to write about a collar (a very pretty christmas collar), which I never do.
I’ll leave it up until Christmas and then retire the story into the depths of internet history never to be seen again.
Personally I think it’s a great gift for all your friends and family. I can see us now, sitting around the fire, drinking our coco, and listening to Jessica read us a delightful story…
You can buy it on Amazon here: A Very Sexy Christmas

I was at home all of yesterday, and I got caught up writing on my couch where I wrote a very dirty little Christmas story! It’s about a woman (from her perspective) at her office Christmas party who has to fuck two men before she can go see her boss.

What I like best about it (other than how insane it is to make it an afternoon) is how the character goes from completely in command of everything to as submissive as can be in moments. I think many of can make that switch, and it was fun to write about. I also got to write about a collar (a very pretty christmas collar), which I never do.

I’ll leave it up until Christmas and then retire the story into the depths of internet history never to be seen again.

Personally I think it’s a great gift for all your friends and family. I can see us now, sitting around the fire, drinking our coco, and listening to Jessica read us a delightful story…

You can buy it on Amazon here: A Very Sexy Christmas

Too Long

We waited too long.

By the time I pulled her shirt off I had come so many times to the thought of her breasts that it felt familiar. By the time I slipped fingers inside her it was like a memory all wrapped up in dream, but her moans were something new. Her voice was unimaginable.

Her roommate was out. My girlfriend was out. In other words, her room was empty and we had our hands on each other before we could apologize to anyone. She bit my lip and I tore her tights and there was a long moment when we paused. We each offered all the excuses we could think of. We each said it was wrong and we each pretended to slow down. I pulled her shirt down and she almost zipped up my jeans. I kissed her like a friend and by the time I pushed inside her it was something new.

The guilt was there mixed with understanding and joy. It was mixed with acceptance, shame, and want and we fucked.

We scratched, we clawed, we bit, and we sucked. She begged, and I did the same and there was nothing left for us to give up. I tried to hold on to something. I tried not to do this or that but instead we did more. I tried not to call her certain names, but instead I told her I loved her and she told me I was better. I didn’t believe her, but she said it over and over again and it didn’t matter.

We fucked and we groaned and our guilt made us shake more than either of us wanted to admit.

The next day at breakfast we smiled. She held his hand and I sat next to her. We did small talk and everything was polite even as I held my hand to my face just so I could smell her lingering on my fingers.

"Have a good day," she said as they got up to leave. I knew just what she meant.

Guy New York