Stranger Phone Sex, Lexi Finds A Hookup At A Club Part One

Hey there kinky people of the Temple! Welcome to my first blog post! I figured that my first blog should be about something that is really fresh in my mind so you could picture it vividly for your pleasure (wink wink). So the topic of today’s blog is stranger phone sex!

You see, I’m a self professed nymphomaniac. I love sex, I love pleasure, and I love giving pleasure. Now it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that these desires put me in some sketchy situations. Take last weekend for example. I’ve been feeling under the weather lately and had finally gotten better when I decided I needed to get off. Now I don’t mean masturbate, I do that every day regardless.

What I mean is find someone to razz my berries.

That’s exactly what I did. I got all dolled up in a pair of skin tight dark wash jeans and a wine colored babydoll top. Finished with a killer set of three inch black pumps and I was practically wearing a sign that said ‘fuck me’.

So there’s this club in town that I like to frequent. They have generous bartenders and it really only takes two or three rounds before I’m swaying my hips on the dancefloor, grinding up against the closest available guy. So as usual, it only took a couple minutes before I could feel the telltale signal of a rock hard rod pressed against my lower back.

Maybe this is where most girls shy away. I had no clue who had their hands on my hips and cock pressed to my back, but for me it was a siren’s call. I leaned back into the man’s embrace and let my head rest on his chest. His breath hot against my ear as he leaned down to murmur his request to go somewhere private. I was more than ready, and I took his hand without hesitation.

Leading him out of the club we made our way to the parking lot beside the club.

Plastered together, mouths practically inhaling each other. I slammed him up against the side of my car and dropped down into a crouch. Let me tell you when I say I nearly growled in frustration trying to rip the button off his jeans, but that’s the three drink’s for you.

Thankfully I managed to free the button and pull the zipper down, reaching in and freeing his hard cock. The sight had me salivating and my lips savored the moment they wrapped around his head the first time. But this wasn’t the time for savoring. This was the time for quick and dirty. I had needs and they needed to be met.

So I sucked him off for only a couple minutes before I was back on my feet and panting with the need for him to be inside me.

Enjoying part one of my stranger phone sex blog? Come back Sunday to read how it ended! Or give me a call and ask about any of my sexcapades at 877-482-0664. I look forward to hearing from you…

 
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