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 

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!

An homage to the classic erotic book Emmanuelle. Click the image to purchase the book on Amazon.

An homage to the classic erotic book Emmanuelle. Click the image to purchase the book on Amazon.

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.)


Novel For Sale: $50,000!

Have you ever wanted to own your very own novel? Have you ever dreamed of having a full, completed manuscript all to yourself? Well, now you can! For just $50,000 you can buy the complete rights* to my newest book!

That’s right, it comes with the full text, and the ability–and freedom–to do anything you want with it! Sell it, publish it, make a movie out of it, burn it, or give it to your spouse as an anniversary present, claiming you wrote it about them! I don’t care what you do with it because it’s yours! 100%, no strings attached.

This particular novel sits at around 250 pages and is in the contemporary fiction genre. It has some time travel in it, it takes place mostly in New York City, and features a young handsome protagonist with a bit of a drinking problem! Moving between old and new, it examines the age old question of progress versus traditionalism while deconstructing our overly-connected culture in swift and cutting prose. Guaranteed to please even the most cynical of readers, this book will really make you stand out as a genuine literary person.

So, act quickly, as this is a one time offer! No other copies of this book will be sold, because there is only one! And it can be yours for just $50,000 payable either via certified check or credit card (some processing fees may apply).

It will look handsome on your bookshelf with your name bright and big on the cover, or send it to your agent friends, telling them it was just something you whipped up over the weekend. Publish it yourself on Amazon or tweet it line by line over the next six years! You can do whatever you like, because it’s all yours, for this one time limited offer!

Don’t hesitate! This offer won’t last long.

*I do retain the right of authorship, and if any significant changes are made, my name may not be associated with the book. All other rights belong to the purchaser, including but not limiting to the foreign distribution rights, audiobook right, ebook and print rights, film, stage, and television rights, as well as the ability to burn it, eat it, shoot it into space, or use it as a paperweight.


New Erotica – Pill X: College!

Pill X: College!

I have a new book out! I know, it’s getting to be a bad habit, but what can I say? I like writing dirty things, and Pill X is no exception. This is the sequel to Pill X: The Day They Found a Cure for Everything and follows the same premise: a pill is released which cures everything and all hell breaks loose when people lose all inhibitions.

Buy Pill X: College here!

If you like sloppy, messy, and dirty sex that also happens to be guilt and risk-free, then this fantasy is for you. Here’s an excerpt from the book:

“It’s okay,” he said, patting his lap as if it was a natural thing to do. “I know just how it feels. My whole body feels amazing as if I can tell exactly what it wants me to do.”

Without thinking, Lana sat down on this man’s knee before turning to face him. She was only barely dressed, and she instantly worried that she would stain his suit pants with her excitement.

“What does it want you to do?” she whispered, her mouth inches from his ear.

“It wants me to fuck you. It wants me to use your perfect little body until neither of us can stand, and it wants me to do it right now. Right here. On my daughter’s bed while she’s out doing the same thing.”

Rather than respond with words Lana simply kissed him. In fact, she kissed him, bit him, and turned to straddle him, no longer able to stop herself. His big hands were rough on her skin, but he pulled her to him harder, kissing her right back as he pulled the small shirt off over her head and threw it to the floor. One hand moved up her body, roughly caressing her breasts before it wrapped gently around her throat.

“Tell me, Lana, do you want me to fuck you? I only need to hear one word.”

“Yes,” she mumbled, feeling him close his hand tighter.

“Do you want me to fuck you hard? Do you want me to choke you, hold you down, and fuck your pretty cunt until I come inside you?”

Nodding and moaning, she kissed him harder, pushing down onto his cock which had grown hard in an instant. She could feel him against her clit when she leaned forward, and just the touch was almost enough to make her come. In fact, if she kept going, she would be there in seconds, as long as he didn’t move…

“I want this pretty mouth on me,” he growled, moving further onto his daughter’s bed as he reached down and pulled off his belt. He undid his pants in a second, and before Lana could say a word, she was staring at his thick cock while he slid his hand up and down its length.

“Now,” he said again, pulling her to him. She leaned in, opened her mouth, and took as much of him down her throat as she could. Mr. McGrath had taught her to throat fuck, but it still took work to breathe around him. As she sunk down, she found his hard shoe between her legs, and once more she rubbed herself against him even as she sucked his cock harder and faster. She needed to come so badly she didn’t know what to do with herself, but almost more importantly, she wanted that man inside her.

“Give me your hands,” he said, grabbing her by the hair and turning her eyes upward to him. She tried to go back down as she raised her arms up, but he wrapped his belt around them so tightly she cried out. “There’s a good girl. Now I can use you however I like. Does that make you happy?”

“Yes,” she nodded, her mouth dripping saliva as she wrapped her lips around him once more. He tugged harder, pulling her up before he slid to one side and stood up next to the bed. Lana was on her hands and knees in just her boxers, and he stood in front of her while he wrapped the belt tighter around the palm of his hand, pulling her closer with each loop…

Buy Pill X: College here!

All My Erotica

Lots of people have been writing recently and asking which of my books they might like best. This is awesome and amazing, and I love you all for asking. With that, I hope you don’t mind if I share a quick list of my books based on some themes. I hope this helps narrow down your choices (in case you don’t want to buy all 28 of them).


Fucked up, twisted, and a little dark:

The Ortolan Hunters

The Yes Rule

Caught in The Act


Daddy Stuff:

Disgusting Beautiful Immoral

Driving Lisa

For Love of Daddy (This is only on the Nook since Amazon banned it. If you’re sneaky you can probably find it on Literotica too)


Poly Books:

The Island on the Edge of Normal (one of my two full length novels)


Love & Kink


Schoolgirl stuff:

Camping with the Guys

Anything for an A

Punishing Alice


Hotwife/Cuck stuff:

The Places They Come

Watching My Wife

All the Groom’s Men


Gay Stuff:


Chicks are for Fags

Fifty Shades of Gay



Disgusting Beautiful Immoral

The Island on the Edge of Normal


QNY Collections:

Dirty Bedtime Stories

Tales of New York (more trippy than dirty)

Simply Smut

The Complete QNY (if you love the blog and want the full collection in one big ass print book this is the one)


How to:

Write ‘Till You’re Hard: The Best Guide to Writing Erotica Ever



32 Poems About My Penis (yes I actually wrote this book and no don’t ask me why)



A Very Sexy Christmas


Whew! I think that’s it!


Thanks again for asking, for reading, and for buying my books! You all are the best.

The Worst Writing Advice Ever

typewritterI’m going to give you some really bad advice that I nonetheless stand behind. It’s pretty straightforward so I’ll just say it first and then explain more. If you’re going to follow it no matter what, then you can skip the rest of the article and just go do you. Here it is:

Write a book and publish it. Don’t do anything else. In fact, don’t even finish this article. Just write and publish. That’s it.

Okay, if you’re still here, then here’s a list of just some of the things other people will tell you to do: hire an editor, pay for a cover, run spell check, pitch agents, look for publishers, create an author site, submit to magazines or anthologies, build a brand, and a million other things you need to do in order to be a real writer. Don’t do any of them. (If you must pick one, do the spell check thing.)

Here’s a thing I know about myself: I’m good at stopping. If there’s a roadblock in the way, I’m perfectly happy to pull over, drink some coffee, and forget where I was going. If you’re a writer, chances are you do the same thing. How many novels are you sitting on because nobody liked it or you couldn’t sell it? How many short stories do you have that need editing, a cover, a publisher, or a diaper change?

The truth is that in order to be a published author all you need to do is write something and submit it to Amazon or Barnes and Noble. That’s it. You literally don’t need to do anything else at all! I know it sounds ridiculous, but I promise you that all those people out there telling you what to do and how to be successful can’t guarantee your success any more than I can. All they can promise is more work and less writing.

One of the biggest myths going around, especially about self-publishing, is that your book needs to be well edited in order to sell copies. People say it left and right, but when asked to back it up with numbers, the truth often comes out: good books don’t sell much better than bad ones. At the end of the day a book should be well edited for the sake of art, not commerce. And while art is a perfectly valid reason, it’s still a choice you get to make without threatening the end of the world.

There are plenty of best selling books that are poorly edited. You can think of a few I’m sure, and just going through the top-ten lists on Amazon will make it pretty clear what readers think of good editing. Maybe it’s tragic, maybe it’s sad, but it is what it is, and arguing that it’s what sells books is disingenuous.

But here’s the larger point I’m making: write a book, publish it, and then write another one. When you decide you want to do better, find a beta reader. When you want to make the next jump, then hire someone to make a beautiful cover before you upload a new book. Try asking a friend to proof something for you. But go at your own pace and don’t worry at all about what anyone else thinks. Keep writing, keep publishing, and keep trying.

If you’re still reading it’s most likely because you’re angry and agree with my assessment that this is terrible advice. And maybe it is if your only goal is to be a great writer or a well renowned one (although I’m still not convinced). Success on the other hand doesn’t give a shit about any of it. You will most likely publish some horrible things, I surely have. But there’s no reason to be afraid of writing a bad book. In fact, there’s probably some good reasons to do so, the first being how much you’ll learn from the experience. And no amount of editing will make a pile of shit any better.

We all have a different process, and we all need different things to make art, or in this case books. And for some of us it’s simply to keep going. If you need to remove the roadblocks that so often get in your way before you can keep writing, then I’m here to tell you that’s okay. Fuck the roadblocks. Go around them, ignore them, or drive right through them, because the reality is surprisingly simple:

All you need to do to write a book is write it. And all you need to do to publish one is publish it.

And I bet you can do that.

Driving Lisa: Five stars!

tumblr_oa82vz35WA1qzd94lo1_1280“Kudos to the author. I’ve been reading his stories for years and this is hands down the hottest thing I’ve read of his (and I’ve read some really great smut from him). Show him your “interests” and he’s sure to please, so even if this plot doesn’t grab you, go find something that will. But try this book. It’s short (though you’ll be taking a few breaks…), creative and extraordinarily sexy. You’ll find kinks you didn’t know you had.” – J.M. five star Amazon review.