Guy New York: Erotica Author and General Debaucher


Guy New York is a bestselling erotica author and publisher with more than 30 titles to his name. With two full-length novels, numerous short works, and a thousand free stories on his blog Quickies in New York, his books have been widely read and occasionally burned.

You can find all of his books on the right-hand column as well as over at Pronoun with links to individual online retailers.

Read the First Chapter of Susanna: an erotic account of one woman’s indiscretions

From the Description:

Susanna and Nicholas have a delightfully open marriage in which they promise to keep no secrets. But after a brief tryst on the train back to New York, Susanna finds herself longing for someone she barely knows. While she confesses part of her affair, she leaves out the details that she quickly obsesses over. Back in the city, she and her husband return to their hedonistic lifestyle full of champagne, new lovers, and games of one-upmanship, but Susanna can’t get the man from the train out of her mind…

You can preview the first couple chapters below:


A Creepy Birthday Blowjob

I told her that in high school a good friend once asked to suck my cock so she could practice before trying it on her boyfriend later that night. It was a drunk story I told her late one night, and I had almost forgotten I shared it until she climbed into bed with that look on her face that I love so well.

“You remember that thing about a practice blowjob?” she asked, kneeling over me and licking her lips.

“Of course I do. It was a fucking fantastic afternoon, and after the party, my friend kissed me on the lips telling me her boyfriend had loved how good she was.”

“Yeah, that one,” she sighed, reaching one hand down to my jeans. “Can we maybe try it out? But with other things?”

We played a few different games, but I was fairly certain I knew which one she meant. I rolled her to one side and pushed her hair behind an ear gently. I slide the strap of her shirt and bra down as she looked into my eyes with a question. I whispered that it was okay. I assured her everything would be alright as long as we were quiet and didn’t tell.

“But we shouldn’t,” she sighed.

“I just want to help,” I told her, taking her hand and placing it on my growing cock. “It doesn’t matter that you’re my sister, it only matters that I’m here, and you need to practice. You want to make him happy, don’t you?”

“But what if someone finds out?” she asked, not taking her hand away as I gently kissed her neck and chin.

“You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?” I asked. She shook her head as I unzipped my jeans, and by then I was so hard it didn’t matter. We were already so deep in the game there was no going back.

“Good, so be a good girl and suck your big brother’s cock. I already told you, your boyfriend will thank me for it. You have to get better at it sometime.”

She didn’t need more convincing before leaning over and tentatively taking me between her lips. Her hand was gentle as she slid it up and down my cock, but the game blurred with reality because I knew the truth, and I needed it as much as the fantasy. Maybe it could work if I said the right words.

“You know, he’s not as nice as me,” I said. “In fact, I think he’ll be a bit more aggressive than this.”

And before she could come up for air, I shoved her down around my cock until I was buried in her throat. She gagged for not even a second before coming up and smiling at me like she had just won a blue ribbon. I pushed her back down and began moving faster and faster as I fucked her, the fantasy full in my mind even as I used her the way she really was.

“Sit up and show me your pussy,” I told her, grabbing her by the hair as she gasped for air. She blushed but lifted her dress, and I stared at her like it was the first time.

“My god, you are so hot, sis. And that little pussy is going to be mine on these days too, you know that right? You know I’m going to fuck you soon?”

Before she could do anything but nod and whimper, I pulled her back down to my cock, rolling us both over until we were on our side.

“But now I’m going to fuck your slutty little mouth until I come.”

“Oh god,” she gasped, letting me fuck her harder and harder.

Blowjobs do not usually make me come. Nothing sweet ever does. But as I shoved her onto her back, my hand on her breasts as I fucked her mouth and throat harder and faster, I knew that I was close. She took all of me, her hands on my ass as she let me use her, and just a few minutes later I growled her name and thrust into her before coming down her throat as she swallowed every drop.

As soon as I was done, I pulled her up for a kiss as he little fingers moved between her legs. I held her by the throat as she brought herself closer and closer.

“You’re going to come for your big brother, and when you boyfriend is fucking your mouth later, you’re going to pretend that it’s me. Isn’t that right, Sis?”

She was coming before I got the sentence out, and I held her closely as she screamed and bit her lip, trembling around her fingers as she called out to the divine.

A few moments later I held her limp body in my arms and kissed her hair.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” she said, kissing me between giggles.

“You are amazing,”  I said, holding her tightly as both of us slowly began to return to ourselves.

“How the fuck do you know my head so well?”

“Maybe we just share a brain,” I replied.

She lay there against me for a long time, my shirt untucked, my pants around my knees, and my cock still hard against my stomach. Her dress was askew and one breast was still bared to the world. I pushed my fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead as I whispered thank you over and over again.

Finally, she looked up and kissed my nose.

“Happy birthday, now let’s go eat oysters and get drunk.”

And that’s just what we did.

Writing With the Dog

Last week we brought home this little rescue dog from the shelter, and it’s been a pretty big life change! I normally am home alone during the day, getting in my writing, publishing, and other work related tasks (watching porn, napping, and dishes), but now I have some company along with someone who needs to go out every three or four hours to take a leak.

I’ve tasked him with some editing and some research. You can see him below going over one of my books, and then checking out some photos by Ellen von Unwerth. He’s not especially picky, but he definitely has some opinions!

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A Dirty or Slutty Thing

“It’s not that I even like come all that much, it’s just a dirty thing. Or a slutty thing. You know what I mean.”

We all listened carefully, although to be fair I doubt any of us really needed an explanation. It was a simple enough invitation and we had already agreed. But if she wanted to confess first, that was fine with me. Hell, I love hearing a confession, especially from a girl who invited four guys over so she could take a few pictures to send to her far off boyfriend. I didn’t even know if he existed, but that didn’t matter either. Because I, on the other hand, do like come.

“Well, I’m ready when you are,” one of the guys said, clearly eager to get started. Fucker probably had a dinner reservation with his wife or something. But we all nodded and agreed, and she didn’t make us wait. She stripped down unceremoniously until she was as naked as a Canadian Sphynx. Then she lay down on the bed and instantly started to touch herself.

“Well shit,” one of the other guys said as we moved in closer. There didn’t seem to be much point in waiting, and I was already pretty hard just from listening to her tell us what she wanted. I knelt next to her and she looked up to watch me pull my cock out and start to jerk off. The other three guys followed suit pretty quickly, and soon enough all five of us were touching ourselves.

It was difficult to know where to look, but once she started talking it didn’t matter. She was clear that we weren’t allowed to touch, but that didn’t mean she was going to keep quiet. I moved from one guy to the next before my eyes settled on her fingers nestled deep in her cunt.

“Tell me you want to fuck me, all of you,” she moaned. “Tell me all the horrible things you’ll do to me.”

We didn’t need much encouragement.

“We’re gonna take turns fucking that pretty mouth of yours,” one of them offered as an introduction.

“I’m gonna fuck your cunt with a hand on your throat as the others hold you down,” someone else contributed.

“I want to fuck your ass while you choke on his cock,” the third guy said. She kept on touching herself and moaning as we leaned over her naked body watching her fingers and our hands.

“Do it,” she moaned. “Use me, all of you. Fuck me and come on me and in me and leave me a fucking mess.”

“You’re just a little cunt for us to use however we like, isn’t that right? We’re going to take turns choking you and fucking you until you can’t even tell us apart, and then we’re going to do it again.”

“Oh fuck yes,” she moaned, her fingers moving faster as one of the guys started to moan too. A second later he leaned in closer, his fist a blur as he let go all over her tits and neck. She arched her back, licked her lips, and pushed three fingers into her soaking wet cunt just as the second guy came on her stomach.

“I’m so fucking close,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop.”

“We’re going to tie you up when we’re done and leave you here so he finds you,” I said, my own fist working towards a clear goal. “You’ll be covered in come and still soaking wet and begging for more like the filthy slut you are. There’s no going back.”

“Oh fuck!” Guy number three said, coating her already wet skin just as I followed him. She started to scream and it felt like all of us were coming forever. The room smelled like the ocean in August, and she was a filthy mess of a naked girl and I swear to god I have never seen anything prettier in my life. She clenched around her fingers, licked some come off her chin, and kept on shaking even as the other three guys started slowly shuffling back from the bed as they zipped up.

For a while, she closed her eyes and just lay there, exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. The other guys quickly gathered their things and headed to the door. I took my time, wanting to make sure she was okay and to offer her a towel or something. And then I remembered the damn photos.

“Hey, do you want me to take some pictures?” I asked when it was just us two. She pointed to the dresser at the foot of the bed and I smiled. Her phone was leaning against a book staring right at us. The video was still running as I approached it.

“Can you do one more thing for me?” She asked.

“Anything you like,” I said, reaching up to turn it off.

“Once you stop the camera, can you come over here and fuck me for real? That was hot, but I want you inside me until you come again. Please?”

“Of course I will. Let me just turn this off and then you’re filthy little cunt is all mine.”

I hit the red button, stopped the video, and then walked it over to her bedside table. I put it down just as she reached a hand up to me. I smiled at the beautiful messy girl next to me and kissed her proffered fingers, getting a taste of her for the first time in my life.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Anytime,” I said, blowing her a kiss as I headed for the door.

Beach and Boardwalk Smut for the Summer

I’m about halfway through (just over 15K words) the sequel to Susanna’s Affairs, so of course, I had to take a break and start playing with covers.

So far they’ve gotten to the beach, blown some dudes (okay one each) and gotten blackmailed by a couple of sisters. I guess we’ll see where it goes!

Here’s a preview of my super rough draft, cause why the hell not:

“It wasn’t really all that, to be honest. We sat on his porch for a few moments, and I suppose I let him kiss me.”

“Just a kiss, my dear?” Nicholas asked.

“Well, since I was so stubborn and refused to admit that you might be correct, not all that much was on the table. Why is it you know me so well?”

“You can’t stop there!” Her husband exclaimed. Susanna had a tendency to toy with him and he found that his imagination was often far more extravagant than the troubles she usually got into.

“We kissed on his porch like I said, and he did manage to get a hand under my dress.”

Susanna got up and slid over to her husband’s lap before continuing her story.

“He was quite talented with his fingers,” she whispered as she touched his cheek. “He parted my thighs and touched me right there on his porch where anyone could see us, and I nearly came right then. In less than a minute he had pulled himself from his trousers and placed my hand on his erection. It was difficult to focus, but I managed to toy with him through our kisses and his finger work.”

“There’s my girl,” Nicholas said, sliding his hand beneath her dress, up her thigh, and then against her warm sex. She wore nothing under the thin cotton and he parted her lips with a practiced familiarity.

“All the while he kept whispering in my ear about how he wanted to fuck me. He told me he would take me right there by the street, and he would make me scream until the neighbors complained. He said he wanted to fuck me a hundred times, and by the time I dropped to my knees, I suspect both of us were close to finished.”

“And did he?” Nicholas asked, touching her with more and more force and attention. “Did you let him fuck you right there? Did you let him fill this perfect cunt of mine?”

“I wanted to,” she moaned, as her husband worked his fingers inside her. “I wanted to so badly, but I was stubborn and had told you I wouldn’t, so instead I took him into my mouth as I touched myself. Please don’t stop.”

“Did you tell him?” he asked, his fingers moving up to her clitoris just as she liked. “Did you tell him you wanted him too? Did you tell him you wanted to fuck him but you promised your husband that you wouldn’t?”

“Yes,” she moaned, kissing his neck and his ear as she writhed on his lap, his other hand now on her neck as he held her tightly. “I told him I wanted him inside me. I told him I wanted to fuck him, but I couldn’t. Not yet.”

“And did that make him come, my dear? Did your words make him come.”

“It was my mouth,” Susanna moaned, feeling herself about to let go. “I sucked him into my throat and ran my hand up and down his length. He was so thick and so hard that it was all I could do to resist. Finally, I moved up and down so quickly that he called out, and before I could do anything at all, he was coming in my mouth until I nearly gagged from it.”

“Such a good girl,” Nicholas said, squeezing her harder as he continued touching her. He could tell she was close, but she needed just one more push. “When will you fuck him?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, as she clenched around his fingers.

“Tell me when you’ll give in. I want you to decide right now. To make a plan for it. I want you to tell me right this moment when you’ll go back to his house, crawl onto his lap and take his cock inside you until you come. Tell me now!”

“In the morning,” she moaned as she started to come. Nicholas let up on her throat just enough for her to gasp for air, but his fingers never stopped. “I’ll fuck him tomorrow. I can’t wait any longer….”

Write More Erotica!

I was chatting about writing smut yesterday and got to thinking about it a little. If you’re going to write (and share) dirty things, here are some of the things you will most likely worry about:

Will they think I’m gross?

Am I the only person who thinks this is hot?

Am I a huge creep or a perv in a non-sexy way?

Will someone think it’s about them (or not)?

Am I a crap writer?

Is there really a point in sharing this?

Will my mother read this?

Will I get nasty messages about it?

Will anyone actually get off to this?

What am I doing with my life?

So, let yourself ask these questions without needing to answer them and then go ahead and write it and share it anyway. I’ve written and published 35 dirty books in the last six years, and I still think nearly every one of these every time I so much as share a paragraph of smut anywhere.

I can promise you that if you think it’s hot, someone else will too. Always.

Anonymous Sex Service (A work in progress)

Blurry threesome through a window

Photo by The Dirty Gentleman

I was doing exactly as I had been instructed, so of course, I was terrified.

The room was dimly lit, which was strange for a dressing lounge, but at least it was clean. The mirror in front of me fogged instantly, which meant I didn’t have to look at my face. I didn’t have to see my nervous excitement or the lines under my eyes from not sleeping the night before. Of course, he wouldn’t see any of that either. At least not really. I tried to count the seconds to distract myself, and I must have looked at my watch six times to be sure of the time. Without even realizing it I was constantly holding my breath before letting it out once more. I had thirty seconds before he was supposed to arrive, whoever he was. I had twenty more seconds of standing there in the empty room with my hands on the wall, my skirt around my waist, and my panties around my ankles. I had ten seconds left before I let a stranger fuck me.

Maybe I should start at the beginning because I’m still not sure I believe it. Who would? When Jessie told me of the service I didn’t believe her either, and besides, who would want it? Fantasy was one thing, but the reality was a whole different ball game and it sounded as horrifying as it did anything else. We were having drinks and oysters at Sel Rrose when she first told me, and I didn’t believe her for a second. She leaned back in her chair with a look on her face that reminded me of my mother after her third glass of scotch. It was bliss and stupidity all mixed into one smile, and I nearly spat out the oyster in my mouth.

“Why would you do that?” I asked, making sure to swallow the little oyster. It was too good to waste.

“You have no idea,” Jessie said. “It’s not even about the sex. I mean, it is, of course, but that’s not the whole thing. It’s about the freedom and the excitement. It’s about the risk and the fear and the adrenaline. Besides, Gary is about as interested in sex these days as he is in ballet.”

“So you just let a stranger fuck you. Do you at least get a drink out of it?” I was trying to laugh about it because it was all so ridiculous. I understand hook up culture, and I had my share of it in college and even for a year or two after. Tinder, OkCupid, hell, even eHarmony all have their place, but after a while, those hooks up are just exhausting. Listening to one man after another go on about things I don’t care about just for a half hour of mediocre sex just wasn’t worth it. I’d rather spend times with friends, go out for dinner with people I actually know, and end up in bed with my Hitatchi and no questions. It’s just so much simpler.

“It doesn’t work like that. Haven’t you listened at all? I told you, it’s not a dating service. It’s not about meeting people, in fact, it’s almost the opposite. The point isn’t to find a partner or even to have an affair. The entire point is to enjoy yourself, get exactly what you want, and not have to worry about anything else. When was the last time you just got off without having to think?”

“Last night. Come on, I’m not in high school, I can get myself off without having to worry about a damn thing.”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it. But look, I was skeptical the first time too. I had to fill out a thousand forms, even go to their damn medical office in midtown, and even then I didn’t really get it. I assumed I would be talking to someone. That at least I’d chat with the guy, even if it was just to set up the details, but it doesn’t work like that.”

“Fine, so how does it work?”

“They do everything. I’m serious. You just answer the questions, and the rest is up to them. All I do is click the button on the app that says I’m ready, and within an hour I get directions. I can narrow it down a little if I want to, but that’s it. Do you want to see?”

“Are you serious?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Jesse has always been adventurous, but this seemed like a bit much. I knew she wasn’t a stranger to having affairs either, but still. Anonymous sex just didn’t seem like her cup of tea.

“Totally. I can click the button right now and they’ll hook me up. I mean, it’s not cheap, but it’s quick and easy. Seriously, I could be getting laid in fifteen minutes without ever having to talk to anyone. It’s like Uber for sex. But without a chatty driver. It’s amazing.”

“You don’t talk to them at all?”

“You can’t. That’s part of the deal. I mean, you can say, oh yeah, just like that, fuck me harder. But you can’t try to have a conversation. They’ll report you and you’re out. That’s the deal. No exchange of information, no pictures, no numbers. You go, you fuck, and you leave. If you try to find out who someone is you’re out. If you ask them anything at all you’re out. It’s just sex. Quick and easy.”

“I can’t tell if you’ve lost your mind or if you’ve found something perfect. Either way, I don’t believe it though. How do they get away with it? And aren’t you worried about catching something? I mean, they wear condoms right?”

Jesse just looked into her drink and shrugged. I stared at her, my mouth open as she picked up another oyster and swallowed it. There was no way it wasn’t safe. This was 2016, not 1974. It was ridiculous.

“Jess, you’re not serious!”

“I told you, you have to get tested first. That’s the whole point, Tina. You don’t have to worry about anything. You just get to fuck a stranger.”

“Without a condom on?” I asked again, trying to make her admit it out loud. Trying to make her admit how fucked up the whole thing was. She just shrugged again and smiled at me like I was missing some inside fucking joke. It was ridiculous, and I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Dating was scary enough, but this was insane. I mean, sure, I like to get off, and nobody like’s condoms, but that’s not the point. But it wasn’t my life, and she wasn’t my wife. Thankfully.

“Let’s just have another glass of wine and talk about something else,” I finally said.

“Just tell me if you want the referral code. You have to be recommended to get in.”

“I think I’ll be fine without it,” I said, shaking my head.

“Whatever you say, Tina,” she said, waving the waiter over. She ordered another two glasses of wine and six more oysters before putting her phone on the table between us. I watched in silence as she clicked the softly glowing white button in the middle of the app. It turned soft red for just a moment and then it was gone, replaced by a short message I couldn’t read upside down.

“I have another half hour before I have to be at the Rivington Hotel. Cheers! It’s good to catch up. It’s been too long. You know how it is though. Married life, right?”

“Cheers,” I said, raising my wine glass and wondering how my old friend suddenly looked like the happiest girl in the world…

Teacher’s New Toy: Gay Erotic Fiction

I recently published a new stand-alone short story about a graduating high school senior and his hot English teacher. I’ll admit there’s some fanfic of my life going on, but I don’t think we need to get into details. It’s definitely a filthy ride, and probably more on the porn end of the spectrum than anything else. But if you like stories about guys who just beg to be fucked by older men, then it might be up your alley.

You can find it on all the big retailers here.

Click on the image below to find a retailer, or keep scrolling for an excerpt.


“I just really want to be fucked,” I said. I blushed the second the words left my mouth, and I could see the change come over his face in an instant. He went from a patient teacher to something I couldn’t quite describe, except to say I felt small and vulnerable in a heartbeat.

I didn’t know anyone else at the time. I had three weeks before I graduated high school and he was the gayest man I knew. Hell, he was the only gay man I knew, and it didn’t matter that he taught my AP English class. Mr. R. as we all called him, was young, kind, and hot enough that the girls gossiped about him over lunch and the boys all followed him around hoping to one day be as cool.

But I knew he was gay, and I knew he would listen, and so what if he sometimes smiled at me in class and I smiled back? So what if he offered me rides on occasion and let me talk his ear off without ever saying a thing?

But that afternoon, sitting in the front seat of his car, my confession still hanging off my lips, everything changed. He pulled over the second I told him I thought I might be gay, and he listened as I told him about kissing a boy over the weekend and trying to wrap my mind around everything at the same time. He nodded and told me everything would be okay, and I mostly believed him.

I was working through everything at once, but at the time the physical was far easier for me to understand than the emotional side. Kissing the guy had been nice, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I had felt him grow hard through his jeans and I rubbed against him, my hand tracing his length through the tight fabric. And at that moment, my hand on someone else’s cock for the first time in my life, I knew I wanted someone inside me.

“Is that all?” he finally asked, looking at me in the passenger seat as the car instantly warmed to boiling. I nodded because I wasn’t sure what else to say. It felt like the biggest confession of my life, and Mr. R. was treating it like I told him I liked ice cream. As I tried to work it out, I looked back at him and realized in an instant that wasn’t what he meant. And the second I understand, everything else hit me at the same time. He wasn’t dismissive at all. He was asking me what else I wanted, and the truth was a lot more complicated. I had barely let myself fantasize about it, but I was instantly full of more ideas than my brain could handle.

“I had this girlfriend for a while,” I began, trying to explain myself, but still shaking and still confused. “And she liked it when I held her down. She loved it when I fucked her from behind with my arm around her neck as I called her filthy names.”

“And?” he asked, his seatbelt off as he listened. I looked down, almost as embarrassed as I was turned on. The truth may not set me free, but sometimes it makes me hard as a rock.

“I want to be used like that,” I finally said realizing it was true. “I want to be held down and fucked so hard that I lose my mind. Even when I was doing it to her, I knew it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to be on the other end of it. I wanted to be the one held down and fucked hard.”

“When do you graduate again?” he asked, a smile crossing his lips.

“Three weeks,” I said, wondering if he was going to say anything more. Wondering if he was going to do anything.

“That’s so fucking long,” he said, looking me up and down, this time with more clarity.

“I am eighteen, though,” I said, moving closer to him even as I felt my heart beat so fast I almost couldn’t breathe. He was a good teacher, and a decent guy and I wanted him so badly none of that mattered. At that moment, his job, his career, hell, even his guilt didn’t matter to me. I had waited so long in admitting what I wanted that waiting anymore felt impossible.

“Fuck,” was all he said, adjusting his cock through his jeans as I watched. He looked at me, and then back at the wheel. I inched closer to him on the bench seat, reaching out slowly with one hand. When I touched his shoulder, he turned and smiled, that feral look once again covering his face.

“I live a few blocks away,” he finally said, looking over his shoulder to the street behind us. It wasn’t busy, but cars drove by every few minutes, and we were not well hidden.

“Take me there,” I mumbled before I finally gave in downright begged. “Please?”

The Summer I Watched: new hotwife erotica

The Summer I Watched, a hotwife erotica novella

The Summer I Watched, a hotwife erotica novella

Guess who is a ridiculous human being and has another new book out because why the hell not?

If you guessed me, you are correct. This one comes from dreaming of summer and hot tubs and pools and sex. Lots and lots of sex. It’s been a good distraction from the rest of my life, and it was tons of fun to write. It’s a novella (about 100 pages long) and it all takes place in a beautiful house in the mountains with one hell of a view.

The short version is the narrator likes to watch people fuck. Like, a lot. And he’d really like to watch his wife fuck someone, but while she likes the fantasy, that’s all it’s ever been.

But then they take in a 20-year-old Irish college student for the summer, and she gets her fingers in everything and makes things happen. Like sex things.

You can read more about it (like an actual blurb) on the book page, and find links to all the places you can buy it if it’s up your alley.

And if you want a free copy in exchange for an honest review, hit me up.