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Basement sex

Have I ever told you about the best sex I’ve ever had? I can’t recall.

It was in Mark’s parents’ basement, years ago. We were still in college, so I’m guessing we were twenty. We snuck downstairs after everyone else was asleep. He fucked me, missionary position, on an old mattress on the floor. I was literally screaming my head off it was so good. I have no idea why.

After a couple minutes of me screaming, Mark told me to be quiet. He didn’t want me to wake anyone up.

So I stopped screaming.

The interview

Let’s make it as sketchy as possible. This isn’t the typical job anyway, is it?

Text me the name of the hotel where we’ll meet.

I’ll dress professionally, but look closely. I’ve put a lot of thought into the details.

Will we have a drink at the bar first? Or will you send me your room number minutes before I arrive?

I want you to be firm, rigorous, thorough. Instead of questions, I want to feel your hands on me, directing me. I want to taste your mouth on mine. Let’s communicate through kisses.

You will find me receptive, hungry. You will be surprised by me, by my desire to please you and by my determination to succeed. You will find my mind open and my skin ready. Teach me. Mark me.

You will have only a taste of me, but I will leave you wanting more.


You’ve seen all of my clothes. You know my skirts, tank tops, dresses, shorts, yoga pants, pjs, by now. All of it. You have your favorites, you’ve told me. I have mine.

“Pick your favorite dress,” you tell me. I’m half-dressed, splayed before you, begging for more. Really, I am. You’ve just ripped my panties off.

“Pick your favorite and put it on. Nothing underneath,” you tell me gently but firmly. This is what we’re doing now, there’s no question. It’s all okay.

“Yeah,” I say, barely coherent.

I get up and rifle through my things. I find the little black dress with the white polka dots. This one is nice, not slutty. I put it on.

“Kneel on the rug, please,” you say.

I do. I wonder what’s next.

You move around the bed and stand in front of me. Your cock is still bulging in your pants, I am still hungry for it.

“Undo my pants now,” You say deeply.

I do. I start to pull them down.

“No. Not yet,” you tell me, removing my hands from your pants. Your cock is half out and I am straining towards it, trying to lick it, brush it with my lips, anything.

You hold my hands tightly above my head. You slowly move your cock toward my lips until I can feel the heat pouring off of it. I whimper.

“Suck my cock now, please,” you tell me. “Just the tip to start.”

Finally your cock touches my lips. The contact sends shudders through my whole body. You are still holding my hands, bracing yourself against me, making it difficult for me to move at will. I brush my lips against the tip of your cock, again and again. I open my mouth and try to take you inside it, straining against your hands. I love the control that you have over me.

The tip of your cock is glistening. You want more, need more. But you’re resisting for now, drawing this out.

You move a tiny bit closer, let me circle my tongue around the tip of your cock. Your breathing is slow and heavy.

“Take my pants off now,” you say, releasing my hands.

I do, quickly, moaning when I see your cock finally free.

“I want you to keep sucking my cock now, please,” you say. “I want to come all over your pretty dress.”

“Yes,” I gasp, as I reach for your cock with both hands.


I like this


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I love the contrasts of her nudity against his clothing, her lightness against his dark. I love the gritty bathroom. I can practically feel his hand on my own ass, its stinging, burning tightness.

Yes, please.

Let’s try it a little different

“Move down,” you growled deeply, your hands on my hips pushing me away from your face.

I felt dazed and had a little trouble making out your words. All that I understood was your hands on me. You guided me down over your chest, my soaking wet pussy dragging over your pecks. You pushed and pulled my legs until I turned my back to you, straddling your lower abdomen.

“I want you on my cock,” you demanded. I was already lifting my hips as you spoke. Deep inside I ached where the tip of your cock would rub me. I moaned as we met, your hands on your cock, plunging it inside me as I lowered myself onto you.

“Ride me,” you said, and “Yes, that’s good.” Then moments later, “Oh, yes, good girl,” and “Mmmhmm,” as you rubbed your hands over my ass, up my back and down. I just kept riding, up and down and forward, concentrating on the spot where your cock met my cunt again and again. It was all that I could feel. I didn’t notice when you began to rub my ass, putting a finger gently inside. I was lost when you began to push harder, parting my ass to see what you were doing.

“I love seeing you like this,” you said, although I don’t know how you could still form words. Words were ancient history to me. I was all knotted up on the tip of your cock, stroking and thrusting and almost ready to come again. Then I could feel your finger in my ass, your finger that was pressing down against where your cock was thrusting inside my cunt and the pressure drove me straight over the edge and I came again harder even than the first time. This time my voice returned to me and I nearly shouted “YES, oh, yeeesss,” letting my pleasure come pouring out. I rocked down hard on your cock as I finished coming, until you pulled your finger out of my ass and pushed me forward abruptly so that I was on all fours over you. I yelped, still wanting you inside me and my heart pounding as I wondered what you would do next.

Good evening

“Good evening, Jenna,” he said quietly, opening the door for me. He was taller than I had been able to imagine, easily towering a foot over me. I smiled up at him.

He stood back to let me pass, closing the door behind me.

“Undress, please,” he demanded, politely.

I did, removing my sandals, black dress, and lace panties.

“Now what?” I asked, standing naked before him.

“Undress me,” he said, with a slight smile on his face. I could see his cock bulging through his pants.

I moved to him, and put my hands on the hem of his gray t-shirt. I pulled it up, towards his head, still barely touching his skin. Between us I felt an invisible, electric energy, pulling me to him. He helped me remove his t-shirt and I pressed my hard nipples against his abdomen. For a second I paused like that, filled with the relief of contact. Then I ran my hands down the front of his pants, over his legs and back up, rubbing his cock, hot through his pants.

He ran his hands over my shoulders, down my back, and squeezed my ass, softly and then harder. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his back, while his hands on my ass pressed my wet cunt against him. I could feel him through his pants, practically burning me. I loved it.

I dragged my face against his, feeling his stubble grate against my skin. I brushed his lips with my cheeks and briefly, my lips. He ground his hips against mine, then set me down.

“I want you do something for me,” he said, calmly. “You might not want to.”

“What?” I asked, desperate for his touch.

“Sit on my face,” he said, not asking.

I smiled.

He moved to the bed and lay on his back, unzipping his jeans.

I climbed up on the bed, and lowered myself onto his mouth. I moaned at the feeling of his lips, then his tongue, on my clit. He licked gently at first, then harder. I rocked my hips back and forth to rub my inner thighs against his scratchy face. He began plunging his tongue into my cunt, and I rocked back and forth with his hands hard on my hips. I reached down to pull his cock completely free of his pants. I stroked it, squeezing the shaft and running my thumb over the head.

In just a few minutes, I could feel my approaching orgasm. It was intense and it took my voice away. For several minutes the world shrank into waves of pure pleasure that I had to endure in a strange, unfamiliar silence.


Tell me about it

“Tell me about it,” he said.

“Really?” I asked, my heart jumping into my throat, even after all these months of blogging. It’s still new to me. “Will it turn you on?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. I could see his cock already beginning to strain against his boxers.

“Okay,” I agreed. I laid down on the sofa and put my head in his lap, close to but not touching his cock.

“I want to fuck another guy, from behind. I want him to pound his cock into my pussy until I’m moaning. I want him to press my head down while he fucks me. I don’t want to be able to move.” I’m squirming just thinking about it.

“Mmhmm,” he says, smiling a little. “What else?”

Of course he knows there’s more.

“I want you to watch. I want you to like it a lot. I want to see you stroking your cock in front of me.”

He starts rubbing his cock through his boxers, two inches from my face.

“When you can’t wait any longer, I want you to lift my shoulders so I’m on all fours. Then I want you to hold my head and rub your hard cock all over my face.”

“Yeah?” he asked deeply. He pulls down the front of his shorts and takes his cock out, rubbing it against my face in reality.

I want his cock in my mouth so bad I can hardly speak.

“I want you to hold my hair while you fuck my face, so I’m getting fucked two times at once. I want you to really, really enjoy it,” I say in a loud whisper and start licking his cock, which he’s holding tight by my mouth.

After a few moments I pause. “And when you’re ready, I want you to come all over my face.”

“You are so fucking dirty,” he says as he shoves his cock into my mouth. “I bet you want me to watch him shoot his come all over your back, don’t you?”

He’s good.

In your chair

I’m standing in front of your armchair. It’s a brown worn leather armchair still warm from your body. A knitted blanket lies across the back, imprinted with your shape.

Where are you? I don’t know. I wait for you naked, as you asked, teased by the warm summer evening air escaping the open windows. I take your place in the chair, careful to keep your page in the book open on the chair’s arm.

As I wait, I’m impatient. I want you now. My readiness tingles on my bare skin and I ache to feel you up against me. I glance at your book, stroke its cover. I pick it up, read the first sentence, then the last. I flip through its pages and replace it on the arm.

The chair soothes me but still I burn inside. I like the smoothness of the leather against me, similar to but heavier than your skin. I press my back against the knitted blanket and hang my legs one over each arm. As my hand strays between my legs and begins to stroke, I hear you approaching. But I don’t stop, I keep going, letting a finger slip inside my wet pussy. I want you to find me like this.

My breathing quickens and then you’re in the doorway. You’re not surprised to find me here, but very pleased. You smile and come to me, knocking the book to the floor as you pull me forward roughly by my legs, kneeling before me on the floor. You dive into my pussy, licking, sucking my hand, my legs, everywhere, as I moan. I brace my thighs against the arms of the chair as I thrust forward into your face. The feeling of your mouth against me is everything.


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Thanks, Mark

Last night was really great. How did you know exactly what I wanted? Was it a pre-pre-birthday gift? Did you read my mind? In either case, it was amazing.

I thought about feeling your cock in my mouth all day. My mouth was literally aching for you. Did you know that? I don’t usually ache to suck your cock. I like it, I enjoy it, but I don’t crave it. So yesterday was unusual.

And getting what I want from you exactly when I want it? That’s unusual too. So last night was special.

I liked starting with you standing, me kneeling. That’s always hot. I love how I still have to reach up a little to get to your cock, I love how you can grab my head and pull my hair, controlling my movements. I would love you to thrust into my mouth, but you barely ever do. Do you prefer to remain still and feel me move, or are you worried about hurting me? I think it’s the first.

I loved hanging my head upside down off the edge of the sofa and sucking your cock deep into my throat. I could brace the roof of my mouth against you and rub my tongue against your whole cock, and it felt more intense than usual.

And I loved lying with my head in your lap while you stroked your cock into my mouth, brushing the inside of my cheek until you came a second (!) time. It was just what I wanted, and it was awesome.


First I want you to think of something sexy. Not just sexy, dirty. Not just dirty, filthy.

Something filthy that you want to do with me.

It’s important that you want to do it.

Is it fucking in a public restroom? Is it a blow job in the car? Is it restraining me and leaving me to wait for you? Is it something else?

Think of it. Then, I want you to tell me that I want it. It doesn’t matter at all whether I do. (But I do.) What matters is that you do.

Listen, I trust you. I’m asking you this because I know that you don’t want to hurt me. I know you’re not violent. I just want you to take what you want.

I want you to tell me repeatedly that I want it. That I’m aching for it. (I am.) That I’m really fucking dirty for wanting it.

Telling me how dirty I am is imperative. I love it, so don’t be shy about it.

Don’t tell me exactly when your idea will become reality. Make me wait, make me wonder. Build up the anticipation. Then give it to me.