Every naughty babysitter fantasy starts the same way. With the parents walking out the door, the kids finally quiet, and me realizing I have you all to myself for the next four hours.

I am Dakota. Twenty one, your babysitter, and absolutely not thinking about the kids right now. I am thinking about you. About the way you looked at me when you handed me the pizza money. About what this naughty babysitter fantasy is going to turn into once those bedroom doors close.

Let me tell you about last Friday.

Your Naughty Babysitter Fantasy Begins at Bedtime

The kids went down easy. Story, song, lights out. By nine thirty the house was silent, and I was on your couch in a thin t shirt and shorts, flipping channels, waiting.

You came home early. You were supposed to be gone until midnight, but there you were at ten, loosening your tie in the hallway, surprised to find me curled up on your couch. The kids are asleep, I whispered. We have hours.

I saw the way you looked at my legs. I always see. That is when this naughty babysitter fantasy stopped being a fantasy.

How a Naughty Babysitter Fantasy Gets Out of Hand

I patted the couch next to me. You sat down. Close. Too close, and not close enough. I told you about my day, my voice low, and I stretched like a cat, my shirt riding up, and I watched your eyes go exactly where I wanted them.

You are staring, I said, smiling.

I am trying not to, you said.

Do not try so hard.

I swung my legs over your lap like I belonged there. Because in this naughty babysitter fantasy, I do. I felt you go still under me, felt exactly how still, and I laughed, soft and wicked. Someone is happy to see me.

The Middle of the Night Is Made for a Naughty Babysitter Fantasy

I will not give you every detail here. Some things you need to hear in my voice, while you are alone, while you are touching yourself. But I will tell you this.

I unbuttoned your shirt slowly, one button at a time, while you sat frozen on your own couch. I kissed your neck the way I have been imagining since the first night I babysat for you. And when my hand slid down, when I found exactly how hard you were, I whispered, The kids are asleep. Nobody will hear us.

We were quiet. We had to be. That made it hotter. Every creak of the couch, every muffled gasp, every time I had to bite your shoulder to keep from moaning. I rode you right there in the living room, slow and silent, my hand over your mouth, my eyes locked on yours, daring you to make a sound.

You did not last long. They never do, the first time. But I am a generous girl. I gave you a minute, kissed you slow, and then I went again. And again. By the time the headlights hit the driveway at midnight, you were wrecked and I was glowing.

Why This Naughty Babysitter Fantasy Never Really Ends

I was sitting on the couch like an angel when your wife walked in. Hair smooth. Shirt straight. The kids were perfect, I said, and I meant it. They were. They slept through the whole thing.

But as I walked past you to the door, I let my hand brush somewhere it should not. And I whispered, so only you could hear, Same time next Friday?

You have been thinking about it every day since. I know you have. I know because I have been thinking about it too. About your hands on my hips. About my mouth on your neck. About everything we did not get to do because we had to be quiet.

Next time, I am thinking we do not stay on the couch.

Your Naughty Babysitter Fantasy Is One Call Away

Call me and tell me your own naughty babysitter fantasy. Tell me where you would take me. Tell me what you would do if the kids were asleep and the door was locked and I was already waiting. I will whisper it all back to you in my voice, filthy and sweet, and I will make you wish Friday would hurry up.

If you want to talk to me right now, call the dispatcher at (888)-202-6036 and ask for Dakota. The kids are asleep, baby. Come find me.