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Erotic Stories, Dirty Books, News and UpdatesUpdate: QNY The Complete Stories
I got my proof copy in for the Complete QNY, and my god is it a big book. It comes in at 806 pages and in a 5x8 book it makes for quit the brick. Amazon had some trouble printing it as you can see in the spine, so I have to make some choices about how to move ahead....
Under Arches, Against Trees
Walking the High Line, we fuck everywhere. The bench over there with the couple watching us as they kissed through shielded hands; the wall beneath the hotel, in a shadow perfectly placed to give us minutes of biting thrusts; the elevator that somehow doesn’t open...
Sex in That Part of Town
Fucking in the East Village is very different from fucking on the Upper West Side. The first time I fucked in the village I was drunk and jealous, and we tore at each other’s bodies and hearts with a slightly innocent anger that lead to amazing sex. It was dirty and...
This Morning in New York
This morning in New York four hundred cab drivers yelled fuck you out their windows before eight am. Two and a half thousand NYU students jerked themselves off before getting out of bed, and twelve senior citizens had sex in the shower propping themselves up on...
The Complete QNY
I recently decided to put together a print book containing every story ever published on QNY. It started out as a whim, but after I spent the time cutting and pasting more than 50 pages of blog posts into a giant word document it started to pick up steam. I gathered...
Tales of New York
I have a new book out! It's a collection of my creepier, stranger, and slightly magical stories. I like to think of it as how I see New York when it's late at night and I squint my eyes. Whose to say the girl I met at Coney Island wasn't a mermaid and you can't really...
A Brief Tourist Guide to NYC Organized By Time Instead of Location
It’s two am on a Sunday, and Fanelli’s is mostly quiet now. If you get in before last call you can sit quietly at the wooden bar and laugh with the bartender as he wipes it down. The tourists are gone from Soho and the cobblestones look old again. It’s two am, and...
Seven Places You Haven’t Had Sex
Late one night, the East River far below and the overbuilt goliath beneath their feet, they fucked on the Brooklyn Bridge to say goodbye. She left one way and he the other, a kiss still wet on their lips as they pulled out their phones to delete numbers. Early one...
Two Three Two
While on vacation, I took a writing workshop with a bunch of brilliant people. It wasn't a time for serious critique, demanding attention, or long effort. Instead, we wrote quickly without too much thought, starting each time with a prompt or suggestion. One of the...
Photos and stories
Before I left for vacation I started playing with images and text. Not sure where it's going to go, but it was fun to start. Especially since I can do all of it on my phone.
A week in photos
I've been somewhat out of commission for the last three or four weeks with a pinched nerve in my neck and some serious back pain. It's been a challenging time, and a big part of that has been my inability to write. Sitting at the computer is the least good thing I can...
Writing in Bars: excerpt from a work in progress
I just wrote the first chapter to a new thing I'm working on. Piper and I spent most of Sunday wandering around lower Manhattan inventing bars so I could write a book about it. Maybe we'll write a book about it. I don't know. But we came up with a long list of dreamy,...
Second Week of July in photos
This weekend has been a bit of a rollercoaster, ending with me in serious pain from a pinched nerve in my neck. Which means that my usual weekend photos were mostly of my bed. That said, it was a delightful week in many ways. I took myself on a few more self-dates, I...
From Disgusting Beautiful Immoral
(and excerpt from Disgusting Beautiful Immoral. Read the whole thing in print or e-book here.) “You were distracted last night, Babygirl. You know I can’t allow that, don’t you? If you’re going to suck Daddy’s cock you’re going to need to concentrate much harder.” I...
Dating Myself
A few Fridays ago I was out with a group of friends at a bar, laughing, drinking, talking, and presumably having a good time, when I suddenly realized I wasn’t really there. I was surrounded by people I love, but I was so exhausted, so burned out, and so overwhelmed,...
First Week of July in Pictures
Last week was full of emotional ups and downs rounded out with cocktails, fireworks and good friends. I had a self-date on Thursday, and I spent about four hours reading The Sun Also Rises at a bar near my apartment. Friday I saw Jaws at the Nighthawk, did some...
The Bars of Quickies New York
I get asked about bars a lot, presumably because I write about them and drink too much (give or take). So, I pulled together a few of the places I've been going to recently. They tend to change with the seasons, although a few of these places are consistently on my...
From Punishing Alice (Spanking/bdsm erotica)
“You broke my rules twice just now, Alice." It wasn't a question so I remained silent. He reached one hand up and handed me his glass of scotch. I took it and held it as he watched me. He took my other hand and pulled me towards him, directing my body with his arms....
HoldMyHand, an Epic Journey of Love Lost (and Found)
This is how it started. With five simple words I’ll never forget: I’m not doing that shit! I had simply reached out my hand, asking to follow her, promising to be lead, never falling behind (unless I needed a better camera angle). The rejection bit hard, like a bike...
In Defense of Erotica
Guy New York June, 2015, New York City Have you ever thought about writing something real? You know, something important? It’s not usually asked with real malice, but you can bet your sweet ass that I prickle all the same each time someone puts the question to me. I...