Deviant Sexual Phrogger in the House!

Deviant Sexual Phrogger in the House!

Ever wonder if you have a deviant sexual phrogger in the house? Well, they’re much more common in these unpreDICKtable days we’re living in! For instance, I’ll tell you about something that happened to me recently. I appreciate nothing more than having a small libation after work to chill and relax after a long day at work. So, I went downstairs to pour a little something-something and headed back upstairs to the comfort and serenity of my cozy bedroom.

Along the way, I heard a thump overhead and laughed to myself wondering if I had a deviant sexual phrogger in the house. Then, I took a sip of my drink. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I gulped that sucker and smiled as it hit the target. It hit so hard and fast that I wondered if I had been slipped a Micky. I laughed to myself (or maybe out loud, because I was home alone) and stumbled to my bedroom door. Flopping onto my plush bed, I immediately started to fade. Had I eaten anything today?

I remember momentarily perhaps a lack of food was why I felt almost drugged. Slipping into an alcohol-fueled slumber, I snuggled into the covers and let myself drift. Suddenly, I heard it! The first of many thumps seemingly overhead. But, there was nothing overhead. Except for my attic. I listened carefully but heard nothing more. So, I took another gulp and finished off my drink. Then, it hit harder than the first gulp and I blacked out. Note to self. Always EAT something before imbibing. LOL. Oh, well. Next time, right. If there was a next time!

Waking to a Stranger in my house!

I woke again sometime later to see (through blurry eyes) a deviant sexual phrogger standing next to my bed wearing a hat and what looked like a long coat. Wait! What? It was mid-summer! Again, I was sloshed and still wondering why a drink I made a few times per week was taking me so off-guard. The man slowly ran the backs of his fingers along my skin. Moreover, I kind of liked it!

My eyes were still blurry and I wondered who this deviant sexual phrogger was. Did I know him? Did I leave the door unlocked downstairs? I tried again to focus, but kept drifting between sleep and being turned the fuck ON! What happened next made me cream between my thighs! He wasn’t standing next to my bed anymore. He had slipped between my thighs! His tongue was moving methodically, building up to a rhythm I couldn’t escape. Well, maybe I could have, But, I straight-out didn’t want to!

First, I felt my girl-bits tighten and release in rapid-fire action. Then, I gave in to the release that was an orgasm. But, I was still drifting and I couldn’t discern between reality and drunken slumber. However, when I awoke to m dog licking my hand as it hung from the side of the bed. I looked around the sun-filled room and saw no trace of the man who had pleasured me. Maybe it was just a dream. A leftover from my night of taking sexy at work. Just in case I never mentioned, I do phonesex for a living.

Perhaps it was my Work Lent Itself to Dreaming of a Deviant Sexual Phroggger in the House?

Strangely, I found the next night that I did indeed have a deviant sexual phrogger in the house! I simply pretended to gulp the drink down, but I had filled my glass with apple juice instead of my usual scotch and “faked it” as I stumble up the steps. With no idea as to where he was watching from. In other words, I duped him into believing. And yup! Just as the night before, I woke to him licking my pussy and ass, with his hands gently groping my tits. My orgasm was building and I had no CUNtrol over it. I screamed out in pleasure and sensed him tighten up in fear of being caught.

So, I mumbled something incoherent and clutched at his head burying him deeper into my nether regions. My deviant sexual phrogger climbed up my body and shoved his still dick into my waiting pussy and I eXXXploded over and over. This gave him permission to fill me with his warm jizz and I came again! When I woke the next morning, he was gone again. I gathered the courage to go up to my attic. It was the only place he could be. He wasn’t there, but there were signs of him everywhere. So, I simply waited for nightfall when my secret lover would visit me again.

But, this time, I had a surprise for him! I took a shower for my deviant sexual phrogger before going down for my drink. This time, I let him know that I wasn’t drunk! He confessed to drugging my scotch and even some of the food in my fridge. This man’s predilection for me was unparalleled in his stalking habits. Scary shit. Right? He didn’t know he had created a perfect vehicle for my sexual awakening! He still hides up there and I love it every single night! YUM!

Want some? Call me, or leave your door open. Let me phrog you!

Kiss kiss.

Just Joey

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