Good morning and Happy New Year!

My grandfather told me that years ago he drove a car over the frozen Hudson River up near Tappan, New York. At least that’s how I remember the story. It never felt possible until this week when the days have been so cold it feels like the world is frozen over. But now I can picture it. I can see it as clear as day and I believe. I believe all of it.

I can picture the river, solid ice for at least a foot, and my grandfather in his old red car making his way across for reasons I can’t begin to imagine except that it was possible to do. Except that it was there and it was cold and he was willing.

We had a quiet New Years Eve and Day for which I’m grateful. But now I’m back to work wondering what it is I should be doing as the construction downstairs sends vibrations up the building and into my bones.

I suppose the jackhammers outside my window are a good reminder that there will always be distractions and there will always be reasons to freeze. They remind me that the world is loud and messy and I still have to find my way through it.

Maybe I can let my body harden as I settle in. I want to feel the cold take hold, contracting as it pulls me inward until I can barely stand it. Tight, close, and strong, I’ll keep myself steady.

And then, maybe once it’s complete and I’m a solid block I can do something about it. Maybe then I can be inspired by my grandfather’s nerve.

Then I can look out over the frozen expanse of the world and myself and raise a fist as I kick the car into gear and slide out onto the ice, untroubled by the danger and the cold. Untroubled by doubt and worry. Untroubled by thoughts of things crumbling beneath me and sending me down into the fish freezing depths.

At least until Spring.

-gny

Quickies in New York: Ms. Smith’s School for Wayward Catholic Girls

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There’s a strip club on the 23^rd floor of an office building in midtown. It has a name that’s something like Ms. Smith’s School for Wayward Catholic Girls, and it’s exactly what you would expect it to be. One stage has two long rows of lockers with an open shower at the peak. The other has two…

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©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#561)

We sat across from each other and watched her undress between us.

First she looked at me as she undid straps and clasps, and then it was his eyes she looked into as she stepped out of her dress. She watched me as she dropped her bra to the floor, but she turned again when the black lace slipped off her ass and down over her thighs.

As for us, we undid belts, opened zippers and gripped our cocks in our hands as we struggled to get hard enough for the condoms she left next to our drinks. I watched him watching her, his hand a blur as he squeezed, twisted, and stroked, and his eyes moved between us. By the time she was standing in nothing but her lipstick, we were ready.

It was a slow dance. She lowered herself down onto him like a violinist tuning a string. Her hips moved slowly as I watched him disappear inside her and their fingers touched gently. It was less than a minute later that she turned to face me, kissed me on the mouth and then let me fill her as well. Her lips were soft and her skin was warm.

For half an hour she moved between us. I watched, over and over again, as she lowered herself around him, and when it was my turn I closed my eyes and pretended she was mine. When she finally came I was looking into her eyes as his hand moved furiously behind us. I kissed her mouth and pulled her to me with a hand on the small of her back.

She moaned into my ear as she began to shake, and his voice joined hers as they both found their release in a single perfect moment.

The lovely Heart has informed me that the lap time photo is a QNY photo that someone just decided to make black and white.

And we all know how I feel about when people do that.

So here is the original: even more gorgeous, in my opinion. You lose so much of the clothes and just the general feel of the picture when you put it into black and white. You also TOTALLY DEFY THE ARTIST’S INTENTION COME ON PEOPLE.

And you also lose that really hot story going on up there. Like. Woah. So problematic how hot I find “and when it was my turn I closed my eyes and pretended she was mine” to be.

So, tomorrow, that guy from my school who found my tumblr and later flogged me (I’m going to call him Craftsmate. Because he does kinky arts and crafts and he’s my classmate.) and I are attending this teensy tiny four-person munch that is going to consist of him, one of his friends from another Ivy who actually found me independent of Craftsmate and has been reading my tumblr for a while now (oy), and one of his kinky friends from Ivy University who has no idea who I am and has no idea about my tumblr (whew).

I’ve never munched before so I’m like actually nervous but sort of excited. I don’t want to be totally public about my proclivities or the fact that I am the proprietress of thinkivykink, but I think this could be good for me. The fact that it’s only four people, all my age, all from my school or somewhere similar, is actually a relief.

So, yeah, here’s to trying new things.

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©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#510)

It’s important to behave well. Even at picnics.

Quickies in New York: Mean, Nasty, and Filthy

See, I have a major infidelity fantasy, if you will. And in my head it goes a lot like this. Except, executing it seems nearly impossible, potentially dangerous, etc. I’m sure there’s ways to do it, but I don’t have a consistent partner right now that it would make sense with or anything.

I don’t know. I’ve got a few fantasies I have trouble articulating or reenacting outside of my head. Mostly because they’re, uh, kind of really risky.

But, damn, doesn’t QNY make it so fucking hot?

quickienewyork:

She called me to tell me she had fucked the waiter.

This was before poly, before honesty, and before understanding. It was before graduation when self-awareness was still something we’d do when we got older.

I asked if he had left and she said just barely, so I was out the door before I knew…

Oh my gosh the caption on this made me laugh hysterically. Well done, quickienewyork, very well done.

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©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#388)

I love those tender bro moments in the middle of a threesome.