Kaitlyn K Character Interview Tear Sheet
Character: Emily
Book/Short Story: The Benjamin Chronicles
Inspired By A Real Person: Indeed. Ms Emily has actually inspired a couple of characters. Yes, she knows about them.
Q: Welcome to the interview! State your name, please, and your age and, because you are based on a real person, your relationship to Kaitlyn.
A: Emily, mid-20s-ish. In the story at least. That was written several years ago and in real life I’m married with a daughter now. I no longer teach, either, leaving the working life to raise our rugrat. I’ve known Kaitlyn for years, though we’ve only seen each other a few times. We adore each other very much.
Q: You and Benjamin have a long distance friendship in the book. Is that based on real life, too?
A: Yes. Kaitlyn and I both know the man Benjamin is based on. And I tended to talk with him when I was single and having boy problems. He was funny and had a way of cutting to the chase of how his gender behaves. Neither of us has ever been sexually intimate with him, though, and talking during my boy crises is where the similarities with real life ends.
Q: Would you have minded fucking the real-life Benjamin?
A: Shakes her head dismissively. Not at all. Benjamin in the book is similar to the real-life Benjamin in that both are funny and hunky. No. Had the stars aligned, I would have gotten on all fours for Benjamin. In a heartbeat. And he would have barked for me, too.
Q: You started with phone sex. How did that start?
A: Well, we were on the phone, silly! I was prattling about some music students that were annoying me and he interrupted me and asked what I was wearing. Rather lamely in retrospect, I asked what and he repeated it, with some assertion this time. I got coy and asked what he was wearing and he said he was naked and that he wanted me naked, too.
Q: Was your compliance immediate, or did you continue to be coy?
A: Oh, my compliance was immediate. Don’t doubt that. I put the phone down and got starkers because I was horny and grateful for his attention. He gave me a quiz and the answers, too. The answer to every question was my pussy, though I was nervous and pronounced it bussy the first time, which made Benjamin cross. He scolded me, and made me pronounce it correctly several times. He called me a bitch and told me expected compliance with his commands.
Q: Did you like being called bitch?
A: Oh, yes. Very much. He told to finger myself and I did and he spanked his cock with the phone which made rather the sound then he said he was eating me out and I seem to remember me calling him a fucking asshole and then we started fucking over the phone.
Q: Then what?
A: Puts both hands to her mouth. Then I completely lost mind. I sent him naked pics of me. Then videos. Then I told him to send me a pic of his schlong and that I wanted you-are-there coverage of his whacking off to me.
Q: It’s not clear in the story: how long between your first phone sex session and your first real fuck in the airport bathroom?
A: 37 days. But who’s counting? He couldn’t wait until the hotel. Our tongues had been rammed down each other’s throat a millisecond after meeting and I couldn’t wait either, really. There was a corridor under construction near baggage claim. The workers had the day off. He took my hand. We found an empty bathroom. He ate me first. I was completely fixated on that for some reason. He claimed to be an expert pussy licker and I was determined to find out because Lord knows no one else I knew was. He fingered me, licked me and then fucked me. The Holy Trinity right there in a public bathroom.
Q: The rest of the weekend is hardly mentioned. How was it?
A: It was splendid. Laughs, fucking, the finest hotel and restaurants.
Q: Your story ends with Benjamin in the airport brokenhearted. Why?
A: Benjamin lost his mind and fell in love. I was driving him to the airport and he started making the kind of plans couples make and I said no, we are not a couple. It was like watching a balloon deflate and I felt kinda bad but Benjamin is not husband material. He gets around and what I have now, a stable, though somewhat boring, family life, is completely foreign to him.
Q: You’d fuck him again though, right?
A: Oh yeah. If I could do it on the down low, yes. One, I like him. We’re still friends on Facebook and enjoy keeping track of one another. But, Christ, he does things to my pussy that bring the very best feelings. Fingering it. Eating it. Fucking it. The Holy Trinity. No one else is close. Certainly not my husband or even the occasional boy that I’d bring home. What I want is for him to bring his latest slut to town so we can swap, but I don’t know if my husband would like that.
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