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I love watching their faces as we fuck. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#728) 

I love watching their faces as we fuck. 

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©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#720)
In the early morning hours I want to kiss her neck and lightly run my fingers across her skin. I want to stare at her curves and freckles and listen to the sound of her heartbeat. 
In the early morning hours I want to fuck her ass until she can’t stop herself from coming.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#720)

In the early morning hours I want to kiss her neck and lightly run my fingers across her skin. I want to stare at her curves and freckles and listen to the sound of her heartbeat.

In the early morning hours I want to fuck her ass until she can’t stop herself from coming.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#706)
©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#700)
Do we really have to get out of bed?

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Do we really have to get out of bed?

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#661)
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©2012 by The Dirty Gentleman (#591)

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You start playing around in a bar and they either throw you out or buy you drinks. In the case of Josie’s it was the latter. Thanks Lilly!

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#540)
You know that moment right before a kiss? That.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#540)

You know that moment right before a kiss? That.

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Calico has the best fucking laugh ever.

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#375)

Calico has the best fucking laugh ever.

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Innocence

The first girl I met on the internet was named Innocence.

I first logged on way back in the fall of 1993 when I was a freshman in college.  A friend forwarded me instructions for logging onto a University Bulletin Board system and it was a whole new world. 

It was a text-based world, full of codes and commands, all of which had to be memorized.  I spent much of my time either in “the hot tub” or the “bi café”.  I don’t remember where I met her, but she was friendly, flirty, and she was the belle of the ball.  We talked and flirted, and I had my first online crush in a text-based world with a girl across a wide ocean.

I spent hours online that first night.  I chatted and messaged and flirted my heart out, making connections that seemed both amazing and impossible.  The next night I logged in again to find my new friends in a somber mood. I was told Innocence had been killed by a car, while crossing the street in London. 

I cried, both online and offline, and I remember wondering if it was worthwhile.  She was beautiful, sexy, and sweet, and all that I had was a few memories of words on the screen. 

When I first logged onto the internet, Innocence died.

—Guy New York