Are you Fucking in There?

Photo by Guy New York

“Are you guys fucking in there?”

Shit.  The stall was locked, and the hotel bathroom was far from anything, but someone found us anyway.  How do you answer that question? Just an honest yes? Say nothing at all? Ask for a towel?

“Um, yeah,” my friend replied in a quiet voice. I held her there against the wall, my cock still inside her and her legs wrapped around my body.  The pause was too long to be comfortable.

“Can I come in?”

It was almost a whisper, and there was enough breath in it that I reached over and unlatched the door without thinking. We stared as she entered the stall, watching her lean against the black tile. She looked us up and down and her eyes were wide with excitement. When she lifted her skirt and slipped two fingers beneath the thin fabric covering her cunt I started to move again. My partner bit my neck, but I could tell what she was watching.

“Fuck her harder,” came the quiet moan from behind me.

My nails pressed into her ass when I pulled her to me, and she wrapped her arms around me. I lifted her up and dropped her back down onto my cock without pause, and I could hear soft moans from behind us. She whispered her direction over and over again, and I obeyed with more enthusiasm than skill.

Her moans grew louder as my thrusts grew quicker, and I could feel my body losing control. I wanted to turn and look, and I wanted to kneel at her perfect feet. I wanted to come and I wanted to watch. I wanted everything all at once.

“I’m coming,” slipped from two mouths at the same time, and the air in the room was sucked out in seconds. I struggled to stand as we fucked, but when I finally opened my eyes minutes later we were alone again. The door was closed but unlocked, and my date was limp in my arms.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off her cunt.”

“I couldn’t take my ears off her moans.”

“I wanted to keep her.”

I lifted her up and stood her in front of me as we adjusted our clothes and hair. I opened my mouth to say something smart but closed it before I let out a sound. We walked out into the dark bathroom and washed our hands in silence.

It took me minutes to see the lipstick writing on the mirror.  It was almost too delicate to be real, but there were ten numbers in a row followed by two words: thank you.

 

Amatuer Dirty Photos

I was lucky enough to have two lovely ladies over the other night who let me try my hand at taking some dirty photos. They also happened to be wearing the same adorable panda socks (okay, maybe they planned that) which turned out quite nicely.

Here are a few of my favorites from the evening.

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New Erotic stories and Photos

screen shot of Quickies in New York archive of erotica

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I’ve been trying to get back to QNY after a little bit of a break, and it’s been fun to take it all a little less seriously. I’ve been reblogging photos I like (especially when I can credit the photographer) along with some of my older stories. And, for the first time in a while, I’ve been writing some new erotica as well!

If you have a chance, take a scroll through, although I’ll be sure to post some of the newer stories here too. I have a million projects going on right now, but smut is near and dear to my heart, and I’m going to keep riding this erotica bandwagon as long as I can.