How Jennie Likes It [mf][oral]

Jennie is a woman, not a girl. If you’d like to sleep with her, never forget this. She is brilliant, funny, imaginative, and extraordinarily self-possessed. She is not a woman you can force, cajole, trick, or guilt into fucking you. You’ll have to work for it.

Jennie’s naughtiness is old-school and innuendo-laden. If you use words like “cock” and “cunt,” you’ll lose her instantly. When she tells you about the electric toothbrush she refers to as “her first boyfriend,” just give her a knowing grin and talk about your “first girlfriend.” It may have been your hand, or it may have been something else — it doesn’t matter. Just make her aware that you understand the subtext and are game. If she trusts you, she’ll slowly reveal little details — how she spent her teen years getting to know her pillows, or polishing her bed frame to a shine.

Ellie, the shy little goth girl [mf]

Ellie and I became lovers when we were freshmen in college. She was this small, slight little goth girl, with waist-length straight black hair and flowing black dresses. Her smile was a Mona Lisa thing, fuzzy at the edges and hinting as something naughty. She rarely spoke but often stared, and it was this staring that originally caught my attention. We had an English class together, and because she couldn’t keep her eyes off of me, I couldn’t keep mine off of her.

Our affair was brief but intense. We were eighteen, and these were days of cutting class and going back to our parents’ empty houses to fuck in the simple, clean manner of beasts. She was so innocent and direct, simply hungering to be fucked, with no pretense or practice. She was so happy to just lie back and be stuffed full of my cock, and it was easy and free of meaning.