©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#670)
The start to a beautiful weekend…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#670)

The start to a beautiful weekend…

©2012 by The Dirty Gentleman (#598)
©2012 by The Dirty Gentleman (#597)
©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#560)
The next room is loud.
I can hear people talking and drinking, but I’m more focused on the fact that she’s no longer wearing her dress. She hangs it casually on a hook before climbing onto my lap and whispering in my ear. 
"We have at least three minutes before anyone asks where we went."
He mouth tastes likes Zinfandel and I’m hard before she can undo my belt. I bite her lip as she presses against me, but we’re fumbling more than dancing. I try to hold the black lace to one side as she licks her fingers and then rubs saliva over the head of my cock. She squeezes me hard, but I have to lift her with one hand and she loses her grip. 
I move down to her neck and her breasts as she sits up once more, and this time we somehow manage to find the right angle. I only rub against her lips for a moment before I’m inside her, and she moans so loudly into my ear that I’m sure everyone will hear us. 
My teeth are on her collar bone as I try not to leave marks and she’s desperately trying to move up and down without my cock slipping out. When I wrap my arm around the small of her back and pull her to me I’m sure I can’t get any deeper. She clenches as her mouth finds mine again and she starts the quick ascent into orgasm. 
I bite my own lip to keep quiet as she trembles over me, and I push up onto my toes trying to make myself come as well. I pulled her tighter, and then it’s over. My face is between her breasts, my cock is pulsing, and she’s rolling over me like she’s riding a wave.
It takes a few minutes for her to fix her hair, so I zip up her dress as she stares into her small mirror. 
"Back to the party?" I ask.
"What was your name, again?" she asks.
I kiss her once more before we open the door and walk back into the noise.

Guy New York

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#560)

The next room is loud.

I can hear people talking and drinking, but I’m more focused on the fact that she’s no longer wearing her dress. She hangs it casually on a hook before climbing onto my lap and whispering in my ear. 

"We have at least three minutes before anyone asks where we went."

He mouth tastes likes Zinfandel and I’m hard before she can undo my belt. I bite her lip as she presses against me, but we’re fumbling more than dancing. I try to hold the black lace to one side as she licks her fingers and then rubs saliva over the head of my cock. She squeezes me hard, but I have to lift her with one hand and she loses her grip. 

I move down to her neck and her breasts as she sits up once more, and this time we somehow manage to find the right angle. I only rub against her lips for a moment before I’m inside her, and she moans so loudly into my ear that I’m sure everyone will hear us. 

My teeth are on her collar bone as I try not to leave marks and she’s desperately trying to move up and down without my cock slipping out. When I wrap my arm around the small of her back and pull her to me I’m sure I can’t get any deeper. She clenches as her mouth finds mine again and she starts the quick ascent into orgasm. 

I bite my own lip to keep quiet as she trembles over me, and I push up onto my toes trying to make myself come as well. I pulled her tighter, and then it’s over. My face is between her breasts, my cock is pulsing, and she’s rolling over me like she’s riding a wave.

It takes a few minutes for her to fix her hair, so I zip up her dress as she stares into her small mirror. 

"Back to the party?" I ask.

"What was your name, again?" she asks.

I kiss her once more before we open the door and walk back into the noise.

Guy New York

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#536)
Love looks like so many things…

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#536)

Love looks like so many things…

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#469)
Who’s ready for a party? I mean, it’s almost noon!

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#469)

Who’s ready for a party? I mean, it’s almost noon!

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#412)
©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#385)
It’s just that kind of morning…

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#385)

It’s just that kind of morning…

When No One Believes Me

At parties that don’t include sex on the list of activities, it’s often difficult to know what etiquette one is supposed to follow when slipping out for a fuck.

“Did anyone see us?” she asked as she turned the lock on her office door.

I kissed her neck (her lipstick was too perfect) and shook my head as we stumbled towards her desk. Her hand was on me in seconds, but the drinks and the awkward conversations with her swarm of co-workers hadn’t given me any help.  

She looked at me and stood back. I could see her brain working as she ran through our options.  We had less than five minutes, no erection, and only hard wood floors and furniture to press our bodies against.

Seconds later she wrapped one arm around my neck as she hiked up her skirt with her free hand. She pulled me in close and whispered in my ear; without warning she pushed two fingers into my mouth that tasted only of her.

I was inside her seconds later and her hand never moved. I wrapped my fingers around her neck as she whispered the same thing over and over again; within minutes we were coming as we struggled not to fall.

“Where the fuck did you two go?” one of her co-workers asked us minutes later.  He was as drunk as Christmas and he steadied himself on my arm.

“Oh, you know. We slipped into my office so I could call him Daddy as he fucked me on my desk.”

“Oh, yeah, me and my secretary just did that too. But seriously, did you guys go out for a smoke, ‘cause I totally would have come with.”

“Sorry about that dude,” I said, patting him on the shoulder.  “If we go out again later we’ll let you know.”

We made our way back to the bar, and I shook my head as I tried not to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, handing me a drink.

“You’re just so damned honest.”

“Only when no one believes me.” 

“I suppose it helps that our lives are unbelievable.”

She wrapped her arm around me as we stood at the bar staring out over the crowd. It was a good party, and the music was loud and joyful. People were dancing and singing; everyone wore red.

“Merry, Christmas,” I said, and we clinked our glasses together.

Let’s Not Mention This…

We stepped outside to get a break from the party and we immediately heard the moans.

We looked up at the open window one floor up and we leaned against the brick wall of the old building.  The fire escape had recently been painted and it clung to the side of the building like a giant black insect. 

“Is that?” I didn’t even say her name before you nodded.

“Yes.”  

“Huh,” was all I could say as the moans got louder and we could almost make out words.  The sounds were guttural and demanding, and I could only imagine what they were doing.  

“Do you want to go inside?” I asked, but you put a finger to your lip and leaned your head on my shoulder.  I stared down at the street below before—closing my eyes and listening to the noises above.  They grew louder and stronger until the only words we could make out were ‘I’m coming’. 

“She’s in college now,” you whispered to me. “It’s okay that I listened, right?”

“We probably shouldn’t mention it to her.”

“Hell, I’m not even sure I’ll be able to look at her, let alone talk to her.”

“You sound disappointed in her.”

“In her?  Oh god no.  I’m just horrified by how much it turned me on.”

“Fucking pervert,” I said, kissing her on the nose.

“Dirty old man,” she whispered as she grabbed me through my pants and squeezed with all the love in the world.

Guy New York

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#296)
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Sincerely,
Guy New York

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#274)

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Sincerely,

Guy New York

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#237)
It’s just not a party unless someone is standing on a table.  

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#237)

It’s just not a party unless someone is standing on a table.  

©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#213)

Kissing Katie

There was a girl hanging from the ceiling, another getting spanked on the couch next to me, and all I wanted to do was kiss Katie.

Katie was there with someone who’s boundaries I didn’t know, and she wasn’t playing. She was sipping a whisky neat and wearing jeans like she owned the place. She watched with a detached caution that I wanted to break through.

"That hurts," she said catching my eye.

"The spanking?"

"The tiny little stick. It’s evil. I mean that’s it’s name. The evil stick and it stings like a motherfucker."

"I prefer hard to stinging," I offered. "Tonight I’m mostly just watching, though."

"Nothing you want?"

I tried not to choke on my drink, and I mostly managed. She was looking at me without an ounce of judgement, and I was being tempted by honesty. It’s a fetish I have to live with.

"Actually, I’d rather kiss you than fuck anyone else in the room," I said without thinking.

"That’s awesome."

What the hell did that mean? Do I lean closer or walk away? She was smiling and looking at me and I couldn’t read her at all. Fuck it.

I slid an arm around her waist and slipped a finger through a belt loop. She leaned in ever so slightly and I kissed her. Just like that I touched her lips with mine and pulled her to me. She put a hand on the back of my neck and began to squeeze.

As her fingers tightened she sucked my bottom lip between her teeth with a firm and unyielding bite.  The pressure on my neck tightened slowly as she bit me harder, and the pain moved through my body slowly and fully.

When she finally let me go, the release hurt almost as much as the bite. She caressed my cheek and looked down.

"Like that?"

"Like what?" I asked, hardly able to speak.

"Hard. Not sharp."

"Just like that," I muttered before kissing her again.

 Guy New York