Guy New York: Erotica Author and General Debaucher

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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 www.greaterotica.com. 

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)

Hana

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:

Brorotica

Chicks are for Fags

Fifty Shades of Gay

 

Novels:

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

 

Poetry:

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

 

Xmas:

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.

New Erotica! Driving Lisa

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Yesterday I published a new book called Driving Lisa! It’s a classic tale of a step-father driving his new step-daughter to college, discovering they share a bunch of kinks, pushing boundaries, falling in love, and fucking their brains out. You get the idea.

You can find it on Amazon here, but here’s a little snippet from the book to get you going this morning:

“So?” I asked, looking back at her with a grin. “What are you going to tell me?”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Lisa said, turning to face me more fully. “Just that I was being honest. I didn’t make out with the kid last night. Just his dad.”

“Now you’re fucking with me,” I said, my dreams coming back in a flash. I had pictured her with the damn kid and his bad hair, but this was a different thing. Suddenly Lisa was naked next to a grown man and it was a whole new ball game. If I didn’t focus on the road I was going to have to explain the bulge in my pants. What the fuck was wrong with me?

“It wasn’t anything serious. He walked me back to the room so he could get the robe back without making me walk half naked through the hallways late at night. And then he just kissed me outside the door.”

“You’re serious,” I said. “How old was the guy?”

“I don’t know,” she said with a grin. “Probably your age. Maybe a little younger, it was hard to tell with his hands all over me.”

“I thought it was just a kiss.”

“Do you really want to know? I realize we don’t know each other all that well, but I can be kind of blunt. And I don’t want to upset you.”

“You’re not going to upset me,” I said, wondering if I should have stopped it there. I probably should have pretended it would bother me, but of course that’s not what I did. Instead I kept putting my foot in my mouth, my curiosity as strong as everything else.

“We kissed for a little bit, but when I went to give him the robe back, he just stared at me. It was kind of amazing actually. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone oggle me as blatantly as that guy did. I thought he was going to leave, or maybe pass out, but instead he kissed me again, this time with his hands all over me. I was so worried we were going to wake you up.”

“That’s intense, Lisa,” I said. “Were you okay? I mean, did he do anything you didn’t want him to do?”

“Not really. I mean, I was a little surprised when he slid his hand inside my bikini bottoms, but it wasn’t bad.”

“Oh god,” I said, before I could stop myself. When I turned to look at her, she was cross legged on the seat, and her tiny shorts didn’t do much to cover her.

“Did I say something?” she said, her voice raised in mock concern. “I mean, all I meant was that I didn’t expect him to finger me right there in the hallway, but it still felt good. He knew what he was doing, and even though it only lasted a minute or two, I was so worked up I couldn’t stand it. I had to make myself come in the shower before I could sleep. God, it was hot. I can’t believe I just told you that.”

“That was more than I expected,” I said, trying to keep my eyes on the road as I pictured the older man pushing her against the door with his fingers inside her bathing suit. And then I realized that I had listened to her in the shower when she thought I was sleeping. She had made herself come just eight feet away from me, and I couldn’t get it out of my head…

Buy the book here!

 

Private Tours: New Erotica!

private-tours-nyc-coverI just published a new book called Private Tours: NYC. It’s about a tour guide who brings his charge on a private tour of the city, stopping to get frisky in famous locations. It started out somewhat silly, and turned intense, hot, and I think rather beautiful as I worked on it.

Jennifer is a lovely woman going through a tough breakup when she hires Javier to show her a good time. She’s written out her fantasies in advance, so he knows exactly what she’s looking for and how to provide it, including a gloriously hot threesome in the middle.

The book it on Amazon here! Private Tours: NYC

Here’s an excerpt:

Atop the Empire State Building, Javier kissed the back of her neck, his one hand sliding down to a thigh before rising once more beneath her dress. She arched her back, turning her head, and kissed him on the mouth. He didn’t grope her or manhandle her, instead he gently teased, his fingers toying with the elastic of her underwear as much as her skin. Her breath left her body in a long slow sigh, and she settled into the feeling of a warm hard body behind her. He felt strong and he felt good. Most importantly, high up in the sky, with the city stretched out below her, she felt ready.

“Would you fuck me right here?” she suddenly asked, feeling her cheeks flush.

“It would be challenging,” he said, looking left and then right. There were people all around them, their I Love New York t-shirts bright and dirty at the same time. “But that’s not a no.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked, pushing harder into him as she pictured it in her mind. She imagined him lifting her dress, pulling his cock from his trousers and simply sliding inside her as the tourists watched in shock. It was laughable, but also so hot she almost told him to do it. Just as the images were the strongest, his fingers slipped inside her panties once more to find her soft and wet. He circled her clit as he kissed the back of her neck, his lips almost hot against her skin.

“I would fuck you here and then again in the elevator. In the cab, in the park, at dinner, I don’t care who might see us. I want you so badly I can hardly stand it. Just touching you is almost enough to make me come.”

“You better not,” she teased, as his fingers continued working their magic between her legs. “At least not until you take me. Not until I get to feel you inside me first. Fuck, this is driving me crazy.”

She stepped away for a moment, turning to face him instead. He smiled and looked down as if to say he couldn’t be blamed for wanting her. As if to say it wasn’t his fault she was so beautiful. Jenny leaned back against the railing, looking at the other visitors more than the sites, and then she was done. As much as the loved the teasing, it was time for more. It was time for something she hadn’t had in far too long.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, stepping close to him. “I need you inside me, and there are too many people here. Let’s go somewhere slightly less crowded. Or at least somewhere no one will care.”

“I think I can arrange that,” he said, walking her back to the elevator. He waved a card over the panel next to the door, and it opened once more, letting them into their own private room. As soon as the door closed, she was on him, kissing his lips before quickly falling to her knees.

New Project: GreatErotica.com

Screen Shot 2016-06-07 at 4.58.31 PMI have a new project and it’s just getting off the ground. It’s a curated erotica site with ten categories, each with no more than ten dirty books. I’m still flushing it out, and I’m looking for help!

It currently lives at http://greaterotica.com/

Do you have a dirty book you’d like to promote? Send it over! Do you write reviews of dirty books that you’d be comfortable with me sharing? Send them too! I’ll link back to your blog along with your bio and a listing on the site.

It’s a fun project, but one that takes a lot of work. I really want to find great books to share that are both enjoyable and hot. From classics to taboo, queer, and kinky erotica, I want it all. I just want to make sure it’s great!

Drop me a note in comments or email if you’d like your book listed, or have a review to share.

quickienewyork at gmail is my email.