She’s sucking his cock in the backseat of the car as I drive.
It wasn’t the plan, but you know how it goes.
You start talking. Your wife mentions that monogamy isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. He raises an eyebrow. You tell him that she does whatever the…
Or as someone suggested, Nocturnal Emissions
I recently started a late night newsletter for my new stories and it’s been a fun ride. I send them out a few times a week at midnight via Substack where I have both a free subscription and a paid one for $7.
One of the nice things about it is that it feels very personal and a bit scandalous. I can also include slightly naughtier pictures than I can share on Medium.
If you’re like to sign up you can find it here!
I’ll keep sharing stories here as well, but most everything will get posted to the newsletter first and the paid stories over there will remain hidden in the dark where they belong.
A few years ago, we went to a giant sex party in midtown at a fancy hotel. Our friends rented out two connected penthouses along with the entire floor below where they turned each of the rooms into a different themed pleasure palace.
We arrived on the early side, and…
The arrangement was simple. The afternoon was warm. And his cock was beautiful.
All in all, the entire situation felt right up my alley. He’d let me suck him off as long as he could watch my girlfriend, Katie touch herself at the same time. …
Salt and sand and I can taste him in my mouth. I can smell her hair and her sunscreen, and I can still feel her fingers on my skin.
The ocean was warm, at least in the bay, and the wind was enough to keep us moving without too much…
A memoir of love, polyamory, romance, and spring time in New York City
April 23: Hana
I met her on the first day of spring.
She was a friend of a friend, and she showed up at a photo shoot looking like she just came from the gym. In St. Moritz.
We shot her, but I couldn’t stay in the room. The Dirty Gentleman (he takes…
Remember the good old days? When we could do anything? Just anything at all without repercussions.
We could smoke everywhere. Remember smoking in the library? With a teenage girl in a plaid skirt and a soft pack of Camels? And then riding in the back of the police car. …
It’s summer, and I remember the lake I used to swim at when I was a teenager. I brought everyone there, from girlfriends to teachers, and we swam and splashed about after the grueling hike up the side of the mountain.
There’s a sweetness and a longing to the memories…
What can I write about summer?
About hot days and loud nights?
Too many people on the roof and the crowded bars and coffee shops leak sweat and only sometimes laughter.
What is July?
It’s neither a beginning nor an end, but it hovers here in the middle of summer…
Guy New York
Writer and publisher of dirty books. With more than 70 titles, my books have been widely read and occasionally burned. Read more at www.guynewyork.com
