©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#753)
I love fucking without taking off my clothes. Or hers. A lifted dress, a lowered zipper, and I can be inside her anywhere. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#753)

I love fucking without taking off my clothes. Or hers. A lifted dress, a lowered zipper, and I can be inside her anywhere. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#751)

"There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground." 
Rumi must have known Ginger.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#751)

"There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground." 

Rumi must have known Ginger.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#747)

Just stay right there. They’re almost here….

If you enjoy this lovely couple, and these fine stockings, then TDG’s Parcel Service is made for you.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#738)

This was one of the hottest shoots we did last year, and not just because it devolved so quickly into an orgy, although that helped. 
Okay, maybe it was because it devolved so quickly into an orgy.

 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#738)

This was one of the hottest shoots we did last year, and not just because it devolved so quickly into an orgy, although that helped. 

Okay, maybe it was because it devolved so quickly into an orgy.

 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#717)
I’m looking forward to cool weather parties and gatherings. Warm clothes go so well with sexy underthings. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#717)

I’m looking forward to cool weather parties and gatherings. Warm clothes go so well with sexy underthings. 

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Even the most careful of ladies gets runs in her stockings. Even those not in the habit of kneeling on hard wooden floors, or being dragged across them by their hair, will unintentionally find themselves in small altercations with sharp corners, little nails, or even just the heels on their very own 4in black pumps.

I suspect you might like to follow The Dirty Gentleman…

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Even the most careful of ladies gets runs in her stockings. Even those not in the habit of kneeling on hard wooden floors, or being dragged across them by their hair, will unintentionally find themselves in small altercations with sharp corners, little nails, or even just the heels on their very own 4in black pumps.

I suspect you might like to follow The Dirty Gentleman…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#707)
©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#701)
©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#697)
The start of school always comes with mixed emotions.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#697)

The start of school always comes with mixed emotions.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#690)
Every time fall arrives I go back to our first shoot for QNY with the gorgeous Dorothy Darker in Washington Square Park. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#690)

Every time fall arrives I go back to our first shoot for QNY with the gorgeous Dorothy Darker in Washington Square Park. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#685)

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman

One of the nice things about the (eventual) change in the weather is the reemergence of stockings. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#658)
I can only watch for so long…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#658)

I can only watch for so long…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#654)
 
 She likes to whisper in my ear during dinner.

“That girl across the table wants to fuck you. She told me the other day when her mouth was on my cunt.”

I smile and pretend I don’t hear her, but when she moves her hand to my thigh she can tell. She returns to the dinner conversation without losing a beat, her eyes moving around the room as she takes everything in.

“When was the last time you fucked my ass?”

I almost can’t make out the words, and she just smiles when she sits up again as if she had just said something funny. By the time dessert is served she’s blatantly rubbing my hard cock as she talks about work with someone across the table. When I can’t resist any longer I lean in pretend to push a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Go into the bedroom and lift your dress. And this time you don’t get to turn around at all until I’m back at the table.”

Her blush is almost imperceptible. When she excuses herself I have to dry her chair with my napkin before following.


Guy New York
(If you enjoy my writing and would like to support the blog, you can buy my novel, or one of my dirty e-books on Amazon here.)

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#654)

 

 She likes to whisper in my ear during dinner.


“That girl across the table wants to fuck you. She told me the other day when her mouth was on my cunt.”


I smile and pretend I don’t hear her, but when she moves her hand to my thigh she can tell. She returns to the dinner conversation without losing a beat, her eyes moving around the room as she takes everything in.


“When was the last time you fucked my ass?”


I almost can’t make out the words, and she just smiles when she sits up again as if she had just said something funny. By the time dessert is served she’s blatantly rubbing my hard cock as she talks about work with someone across the table. When I can’t resist any longer I lean in pretend to push a lock of hair behind her ear.


“Go into the bedroom and lift your dress. And this time you don’t get to turn around at all until I’m back at the table.”


Her blush is almost imperceptible. When she excuses herself I have to dry her chair with my napkin before following.


Guy New York

(If you enjoy my writing and would like to support the blog, you can buy my novel, or one of my dirty e-books on Amazon here.)