Guy New York: Erotica Author and General Debaucher


Guy New York is a bestselling erotica author and publisher with more than 25 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 here, as well as on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. He also runs a dirty bookstore at 

The Stranger: an erotic short story

She likes to get fucked without seeing my face.

I’m happy to indulge her, because I enjoy fifteen minutes of sex followed by a drink. We’ve played out the same scene all over town, and it varies only in what she wears and what I drink when we’re done.  She waits for me somewhere. The where is up to me, but she waits and she knows if she’s late it won’t happen.

Last week she waited in a dressing room—the third from the right on the top floor.  When I walked in she was already breathing hard, and her hands were against the wall with her back to the door.  I locked it behind me and didn’t say a word as I lifted the back of her dress.  Her bare ass caught me by surprise and I smiled as I slid fingers across her skin.

She leaned forward at my touch and opened her thighs ever so slightly.  When I touched her she was already wet and she struggled to keep quiet.  I pushed two fingers inside her and wrapped my other hand around her slim neck.  I squeezed hardest each time my fingers entered her, and her moans were audible with each thrust.

She let out a sigh when I stepped back and I could see her body tense as she waited.  I paused for a moment and looked at her standing there with her head down and her eyes closed.  I wasn’t sure if she was pretending I was someone else or she was.  But it didn’t matter.

Seconds later I was inside her and I didn’t stop or slow down once.  I fucked her with just one purpose, and despite my lack of focus on her, she was coming almost as soon as I entered her.  I gripped her tightly and watched her body in the mirror.  She stood there bent over–her thighs open and her lips begging–and for a moment I was almost disgusted by the sight.  I refocused on what I was doing and minutes later I was coming as well.

I tried to be quick when I was done.  I didn’t bother with her dress, but I zipped up my pants, straightened my collar and unlocked the door in less than thirty seconds.  I didn’t bother to look back or close the door when I left.

Ten minutes later she walked into the bar on the first floor where I was drinking a gin and tonic.  Her hair was perfect and her dress look neatly pressed.  She kissed me on the cheek as she sat down next to me and I ordered her favorite.

“How was your afternoon?” she asked before taking a sip.

Cuckolding, Cheating, Swapping, and Sharing (part one)


Photo by The Dirty Gentleman

Photo by The Dirty Gentleman

Looking over my 30 or so book and story collections, I realize that I write about some type of partner sharing quite a bit. Some of it has been in a poly context of having multiple relationships, some of it (okay a lot of it) is in threesome scenarios, and a bit of it has been cuckold themed. While each scenario comes with its own emotional element, there’s a common thread of watching (or knowing) that a partner is getting it on with someone else.

I’ve written about this personally quite a bit on QNY as well, largely as an attempt to work through my own sexual history in hopes of bringing some understanding to my turn-ons. From my first “real” threesome with an ex-girlfriend and a college buddy, to my first honest open relationship, nearly every relationship I’ve had has included some level of openness, sharing, and on occasion, just plain cheating.

While there are a lot of things about these fantasies that I like, I want to first focus on the outsourcing of my sexual energy, which I think is a vital one for me. Maybe it’s not even energy so much as action, but watching someone I care about with someone else gives me space to enjoy my partner’s sexuality with some distance. But it gives me more than distance, and that’s the complicated part.

Watching my partner with someone else, sexualizes them in a completely different way. At the heart of it, I’m putting my fantasies of an uncontrollable sexual appetite onto my partner. When I sit back and listen to her beg a new partner to fuck her, I’m taking my own desire and passing it to her.

Let me try to say that another way: watching my partner lets me give in to my own desires for sexual freedom without the risk.

It doesn’t require me to be hard, it doesn’t require me to be capable, and it doesn’t require me to handle her pleasure (or even my own). In many ways, I’m taking myself out of the equation (at least partially) in order to remove some of the stress and anxiety that comes with sex.

In Disgusting Beautiful Immoral Thomas get’s to watch his girlfriend give in completely to Brent, and he enjoys the desire he sees in her eyes. He gets to sexualize her, objectify her, and of course, he also turns his jealousy into desire. Her sexual appetite becomes the focus.

In The Places They Come, Peter lets his wife assume all of the risks even though it begins largely as his turn-on. She has all the unprotected sex (almost always a theme with this genre), she puts herself in dangerous situations with men who might abuse her, and she controls everything, leaving him without the responsibility.

And in Driving Lisa, Henry gets to take his sexual attraction to his step-daughter and release it through other men having sex with her without feeling the guilt of his desire. At least until the end.

But in each case, the male character is taking his desires and putting them onto a female partner where he can avoid risk, effort, and fear. Of course, there is still anxiety, often more so, but it’s a different type that they can most often handle it. When they push their partners to let go, there’s an unspoken understanding that they really can’t do the same.

Like I said, there are a bunch of other things to unpack (jealousy, humiliation, control, etc) but this one feels both challenging and honest right now. In the middle of this fantasy, whether it’s sharing, watching, or even just talking about it, is an attempt to put my desires onto someone else who then get to assume the risks along with the pleasure. It’s complicated, but it’s also pretty damn interesting.

Maybe next time I’ll try to dive more into the control aspect of it, which is something I occasionally write about but have struggled with.

But until then, thanks for reading, and as always I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below.


Interview With Joe Rubin About Classic X-rated Adult Films

joeI ran across this interview with Joe Rubin of Vinegar Syndrome, an archivist who specializes in adult and x-rated films. It’s a pretty fascinating take on old movies, the difference between “porn” and “adult film” and the film industry in general.

One of my favorite quotes describes how older filmmakers often pushed boundaries far harder than their contemporary counterparts:

They were often pretty radical, though, incorporating aspects of sex that remain taboo in modern porn, such as homosexuality in “straight” films, rape, pedophiles, non-fetishized portrayals of incest, etc. The sex wasn’t always there to turn you on. In fact, it’s pretty 50/50, with most filmmakers using some of the explicit content in their works to be decidedly anti-erotic.

If you’re interested in film, especially adult film, then it’s completely worth a read. Some really great stuff in there.

Here’s the link to the full article over at Flavorwire.

Emmanuelle, the Movie and the Book

emmanuelle-american-posterWith my new book out, Susanna’s Affairs, I’ve gone back and read and re-watched Emmanuelle, where much of my inspiration came from. I was somewhat surprised by how erotic the movie actually was, and while the book was also pretty steamy it kind of lost me in the middle.

If you haven’t read the book or seen the movie, I suggest starting with the film and then deciding if you want to read more. The general story is about a young married French woman who moves to Thailand to join her husband at the Embassy. She meets other ex-pats, has some affairs (with both men and women) and of course makes love to her husband fairly regularly. And of course, all of it is done with his knowledge, establishing a somewhat odd, but interesting open marriage. While not what most of us think of as polyamory, the movie (and book) manage to avoid the typical drama that usually ensues from such an arrangement.

I guess what I found most interesting (other than how damn hot the movie actually is) was how they managed to make a movie about sexual discovery and exploration within the context of a marriage. Normally these things happen to single people with an inevitable end of coupling which puts a stop to the exploration. But in this case, the relationship is there from the beginning, which works delightfully well.

The other thing about the movie is that it’s beautiful. The clothes, the scenery, the people, and the houses are stunningly gorgeous and it’s hard to look away. And considering how much sex is happening (in wonderfully complicated ways) it’s pretty damn enjoyable.

The book and the movie both have a plot line of an older man taking Emanuelle under his wing in order to teach her about her own sexuality, and of course that’s the part I found most problematic and challenging. It works better in the movie, mostly because it moves along fairly quickly. In the book, however, we’re stuck with sixty pages of mansplaining “The Erotic” in ways that I frankly found difficult to follow.

For Susanna’s Affairs, I decided to let my heroine take a younger woman under her wing instead. I suppose my readers can decide if that’s just as problematic, but hopefully, they find it engaging, and of course hot.

All that said I recommend watching the movie if you get a change. And I hope you’ll give my new book a chance as well.

Here are some shots from the film to give you a sense of just how lush it all is.

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How to Write About Sex

cover-webHere’s a section from my book Write ‘Till You’re Hard, about location. I love when a place is as much a character as the people, so maybe this will give you some ideas about how to dive into location as a means to finding your story:

We have a long list of classic erotic settings that often come from our own memories. I attended a lot of church conferences as a teenager, and much of my experimenting happened under pianos and on pews. I made out on the grass behind the administration building of my high school, and the bench seat of my Oldsmobile still turns me on just to think about. For you, it may be summer camp, college dorms, vacations in Paris, or parked up at the view. Who hasn’t had a blowjob get interrupted by the flash of a police lamp and a crackly voice telling us all to move along over the loudspeaker? These settings elicit memory, and memory is a pretty powerful aphrodisiac.

Stop for a moment and think about the places that turn you on the most. Let your mind drift to those hotel rooms, bars, and classrooms that make your pleasure bump tighten into a beautiful knob of excitement. If you can get that feeling down on paper, you probably have a good start. And if you can transport someone to the place you love and cherish (the magic park of pussy eating for example) you’ve got something.

There’s an especially nice view of New York on the opposite side of the river on the Palisades, and I used to park there and make out when I was younger and didn’t have any place else to go. An ex-girlfriend and I made our way up there one evening a few months after we broke up. We walked along the top of the cliff looking back at the city, but within minutes we were kissing and slipping hands under each other’s shirts. It didn’t help that we passed three or four foggy car windows through which we could barely see naked skin and moving bodies.

We didn’t make it back to the car before we fell to the ground, our hands having moved lower to jean zippers and belt buckles. Another couple was making out nearby when I pulled her pants down to her knees and tasted her pussy for the first time in months. We had struggled so hard to keep off each other, but I couldn’t stop once I was there. She pulled my hair and pushed against me, begging me to fuck her with each breath.

A while ago I stopped by the view on my way out of the city for a weekend getaway. I sat in the car and looked out over the Hudson River, and I was hard before I even knew I was thinking about her. I closed my eyes and it all came flooding back. I could smell her hair, and I remembered wondering if the couple next to us might want to do more than watch. I remembered her smile and her taunting me to fuck her even though we had promised we wouldn’t. I remembered more than had actually happened, and it was as vivid as it had been yesterday. That spot will always turn me on.

You can also use setting as a natural means for creating tension. And expanding your horizon can lead to some interesting results. Try thinking about settings that you would never think of as sexy. Here are ten of the least sexy places I can think of.

  1.  A bathroom at Burger King
  2.  The ICU at Mt. Sinai
  3.  My grandmother’s nursing home
  4.  The surface of mars
  5.  The Republican National Convention
  6.  The men’s room at the Port Authority
  7.  Webster Hall on a Saturday night
  8.  A Mets game
  9. The Lincoln Memorial in Washington DC
  10.  Any building in the world with the name Trump on it

Some of these might sound hot to you. And the truth is if I put my mind to it, I hope I could find something sexy about each one of them too. There was that cute nurse at the home, and I do like girls in baseball caps. The point isn’t to find places that disgust you though. It’s to push yourself to find settings you might have otherwise ignored, in the hopes that a new story will come to mind. If I sunk my teeth into Lincoln Memorial porn or the RNC I’d have to think of new reasons for people to fuck. I’d have to develop a plot to satisfy the location, and each one brings its own tension.
How would you write a sex scene that takes place during a hurricane? How about final exams? And what could you do with Maggie Thatcher’s funeral? If you can use your setting as a new tool to expand your style, your writing will improve. It’s simple, but also easy to avoid. Especially for us smut peddlers. All we care about are the naughty bits, right? Who cares if it’s Miami or Venice? Well, your readers do. At least they will if you do it right.

You can find the entire book, with lots of great exercises, over at Amazon.

Susanna’s Affairs is out!

My newest novella is out and it’s a dirty ride. I think I said before that it started as an homage to Emmanuelle and it still has some of that feel. It takes place in New York in the 1960’s, and it’s decadent, lush, and redefines the meaning of tension.

Susanna returns to the city after spending much of the summer in the country. After a quick encounter on the train home, however, Susanna finds herself unsatisfied yet completely intrigued. As she settles in once more to home life, she helps her husband seduce a new friend and quickly takes the young woman under her wing. But even amidst all her games and liaisons, she is still searching for her “man in the gray suit.”

But what will happen if she finds him?

The book includes group sex, seduction, edging, true love, bisexual men and women, an eighteen-year-old ingenue, unprotected sex, and probably a bunch of other dirty things I can’t list. What I mean to say is, it’s a very fun and very dirty book with some smart insights thrown in for good measure.

Here’s a snippet from the book that’s especially fun:

“Come here my dear,” she said in her most demanding tone. The girl sighed and finally got up. She had quickly become used to doing as Susanna asked, although it was still sometimes a struggle that played out between them, much to the delight of her husband and Jack. She took her shoulders in her hands and stood the girl directly in front of the startled man who could do nothing but look at her with a clear expression of both terror and lust on his face.

“My young friend here is quickly learning the pleasures of love and also the love of pleasure, isn’t that right, Kitten? Now if you’d like to help me with her education, I’m sure we might find a way to thank you for carrying this letter down in such nasty hot weather.”

“That’s not necessary,” he said, as Teresa squirmed in her hands, not actually protesting, but clearly beginning to pout.

“But of course it is,” she said, pushing the girl even closer to him. “And besides, think of it as doing me a favor. I’ve become worried that our little friend here is closing herself off to new experiences, and hoarding her charms in the grip of just one man, which as we all know isn’t healthy for anyone. Now hold still.”

And with that, she removed the last vestige of the girl’s modesty, leaving her perfectly naked in front of the messenger, who was clearly and visibly impressed. Without another word, Susanna pushed the girl to her knees, before gently combing her hair with her fingers.

“Now there’s a good girl,” she said, even as her friend whined just a bit. “You know what to do.”

Teresa, to her credit, reached up her hands and opened the man’s trousers, to find him already quite hard and ready. She played with him in her hands for just a moment, pulling the skin back and forth, exposing his thick head, before she opened her pink lips around him and took him into her mouth. She had practiced considerably with Jack, but taking the entire thing into her throat was still something of a challenge. But Susanna was impressed with the girl’s effort all the same, and the messenger was immensely pleased by what was happening.

After three or four minutes of watching the girl take him into her mouth, it became clear that Teresa was doing everything she could to bring about his release. She must have assumed that if she finished him there, she might be spared other indiscretions and therefore remain somewhat faithful to her new lover. Since that was the exact opposite of what Susanna wanted, she immediately pulled the gasping girl up to her feet and brought her to the couch where she pushed her to her back and opened her legs.

“I think you’ll find this a better fit,” she said to the man, who was eagerly kneeling and nodding his agreement. Susanna reached out and stroked him herself, eventually leaning in so she might taste him for a moment, before she rubbed him against the open sex of her blonde friend. There is always a beautiful thrill in taking a new man within you, but the thrill of helping two others accomplish the same task, was one that Susanna was quickly finding herself attached to. She had so far only watched her husband and Jack take the girl, and this third man, a perfect stranger, was somehow more delicious just for that fact alone.

Teresa squirmed once more, but finally allowed her friend to guide the messenger inside her, her body easily accepting him. She was more wet than she would have liked to admit, and while he was by no means small, he slid inside her with one thrust and held himself there against her, trying to catch his breath. He finally leaned in further, and began to kiss the girl on the mouth as he moved faster and faster, his goal clear and quickly approaching. Teresa moaned through their kisses, especially when Susanna worked her hand between them, rubbing her clitoris as the man fucked her, until both participants were close to finishing, in spite of someone’s initial resistance…

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Susanna: A Scandalous Account of One Woman’s Indiscretions


I’m working on a new book which will hopefully be out soon. It’s a bit different than my normal fair, but I think you’ll enjoy it. It takes place in NYC in the 60s and has a somewhat vintagey feel. It started as an homage to Emmanuelle but turned quickly into a GNY story.

You can see my two working covers above, and here’s an excerpt from the beginning of the book:

For a moment she thought of simply opening her mouth and letting him use it for his pleasure, and yet for some reason the thought of staying as they were, without any actual contact, was far more enticing. Just inches from her mouth, he moved slowly, and she stared at the head, red and tinged with a single bead of come; it made her mouth water. But after just a few moments he moved back, eliciting an uninvited sigh of regret from her lips. Instead of simply waiting longer however, Susanna decided he had played her far too well for her comfort, and it was her turn to take control of the situation. She stood and slid past him until she faced the small mirror with her back to the man in the gray suit.

Leaning forward she lifted her dress once more, parting her legs ever so slightly as she bent down. She reached between them and began to touch herself far more fiercely than he had done for her.  He moved closer once more, his eyes now glued to her as he watched her fingers move faster. With her head down, she was unsure how close he was, and for a moment she was unsure what he would do and even of what she wanted. Would he simply fuck her, taking her posture as a clear offer, or would he continue to simply watch as he touched himself?

She knew he was close because she could hear his breathing, and every once in awhile his hand bumped into her backside as he continued moving it up and down his thick shaft. On occasion she was sure she felt his cock bump against her sex, and the thrill sent shivers down her thighs as she pictured him entering her in an instant. She sighed as she grew closer to the edge, knowing she would come in just a few more seconds unless she stopped herself. There seemed to be no reason not to though, and soon she was letting go, her body tensing and releasing as she moaned into her arm, trying to contain at least some of her excitement.

He watched her come, her lips swallowing her fingers as she did, and now he touched her more and more frequently while still never entering her. Susanna could feel him against her lips, sometimes his manhood and something his hand as it moved faster, and she wondered how soon he would come and if she should move. His groan was the only thing that gave him away, and before she could make a decision, she felt him come, warm and wet against her cheeks and the small of her back. She stood still as she felt it slowly slip down the crack of her ass before running in between her lips and her still nestled fingers. Horrified and excited, she made a decision without thinking at all.

Leaning forward even more, Susanna pushed a finger inside her, feeling his release all around her. She began to rub it into her skin, over her lips, and even within her, and her second orgasm followed quickly. He made no sound at all as she made herself come once again, and she wondered if maybe now he would finally take her. She pictured it as she came, his thick cock entering her until he finished once again, but she no longer felt even the brief touch of his skin against her. When she finally let go and adjusted her skirt, she saw the door open and close, his heard his footsteps vanishing down the hall.

What I’m Writing

These days I’m working on a hundred things at the same time. I have slowed down, at least in my head if not my body, but I suppose that’s the point. Let’s see if I can stay calm no matter how crowded the subway, how loud the bar, and how noisy the streets are at night.

A lot of what I’ve been writing has been more personal than in the past. When I say that, what I really mean is more honest. It’s exhausting in some ways and liberating in others, and I have no idea what I’m going to do with it. Does anyone really want to read about that? Here’s a snippet from what’s currently called “Going Home.”

As the summer days went past, I found a woman my age who liked to fuck as often as I did. We attempted one mildly awkward threesome, and god what the hell was I thinking? But, after that ridiculous evening I spent more time with Tina instead, and when she fucked a bartender one night while I was home by myself I knew that I deserved it because of what I had done to someone else. I knew I deserved whatever hot mess Tina could throw at me, because I had been a major dick to Alice without even trying. I had forsaken one for the other, and what was even more fucked up was that I loved her. Goddamnit did I love her, and so what did I do? I ran the other way as fast as I could, falling into the arms of someone I would never love and I never did.

Some writing is therapy I suppose, and I do think there’s some value in confession. If nothing else it’s normalizing, and we could all use some of that on occasion. If I know that everyone else fucks up in the same way, has to deal with the same shit, and sometimes wind up happy in spite of it all, then maybe I can get through my own stuff as well.

I’ve also been getting lost in a slight homage to vintage erotica after reading and watching Emmanuelle once more. I finished a novella last week, and I’ve been editing it and working on a cover. Sometimes I’d rather spend all day designing shit than writing, but maybe that’s just a distraction as well. Here’s a bit from “Susanna’s Affairs.”

He watched her come, her lips swallowing her fingers as she did, and now he touched her more and more frequently while still never entering her. Susanna could feel him against her lips, sometimes his manhood and something his hand as it moved faster, and she wondered how soon he would come and if she should move. His groan was the only thing that gave him away, and before she could make a decision, she felt him come, warm and wet against her cheeks and the small of her back. She stood still as she felt it slowly slip down the crack of her ass before running in between her lips and her still nestled fingers. Horrified and excited, she made a decision without thinking at all.

Reading it again, it feels dirty and obscene without using any bad words at all. I’m sure it’s still a mess, but it was a fun world to get lost in, and I’m pretty excited about getting it into shape for publication. At the heart of it, it’s about how we manage expectation, fantasy, and reality. I know I often long for something only to discover that the longing was far more enticing than the fulfilling.

And then, of course, I’ve been writing about meditating again and how it relates to sex and kink and everything in between. It’s more of a jumble of thoughts right now, and I keep on vomiting out words just to see if there’s a start to something real. I honestly have no idea yet, and mostly it’s still feeling like a whole lot of work. Here’s some of it though:

My premise is that sex and sexuality are not only natural, but healthy parts of human existence, and that with a bit of mindfulness we can learn to open ourselves to beautiful, safe, and fulfilling sexual experiences and relationships. Because sex is such a taboo, this practice of mindfulness often has a disproportionately strong effect in that we can often quickly discover our own hangups, fears, doubts, alongside our turn-ons, desires, and fetishes.

I’m sure there are some other things I’m in the middle of, but maybe it doesn’t matter. Part of slowing down a bit has been taking some of the pressure off myself to constantly produce. That includes for this here QNY, which I’m never quite sure what to do with. What I think I want is a place to share stories, talk about writing, and maybe talk about sex and sexuality as well. What I don’t want is to feel like I’ve created a box for myself that I can’t climb out of.

So, that’s it for me right now. I’ll keep writing and keep sharing and we’ll see how it goes. Thanks for following along.

Driving Lisa: My First Audiobook!

Hi friends! I have some exciting and fun dirty news to share.
My novella, Driving Lisa is now an audiobook, narrated by the talented and sexy Bryce Chadwell! It’s our first book out together, but if it goes over well we might be tempted to do some...


Hi friends! I have some exciting and fun dirty news to share.

My novella, Driving Lisa is now an audiobook, narrated by the talented and sexy Bryce Chadwell! It’s our first book out together, but if it goes over well we might be tempted to do some more.

And unlike the days of yore where you had to buy a giant box of CD’s this is a digital download that comes in at $3.47.

You can read more about the book on Amazon here, but if you like listening to dirty things, you like my writing, and you want to feel like a huge pervert at the gym, on the train, or just driving across country with your step-daughter, then give it a listen.

Here’s the link to Driving Lisa! Thanks again for all your love and support.

-Guy New York

(as a note, I have a couple of free downloads if you’re interested in a review copy. Just drop me a note and I’ll see what I can do.)


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