Insatiable After Phone Sex: Too Much Alone Time

Insatiable After Phone Sex: A Cocktail and Cock

Hello, naughty ones. Have you ever had one of those nights where no matter how hard you came or how many times, it still wasn’t enough? That was me last Friday. To say I was insatiable after phone sex doesn’t even begin to cover it. I didn’t want affection. I wanted a man to use me—no strings.

So I headed to a well-known dive bar, wearing one of my sluttiest dresses and fuck-me pumps. No bra. No panties. Just skin, perfume, and a need for physical release due to being insatiable after phone sex.

I stepped into the bar like I owned it and scanned the place for my target after ordering a drink.

“It’s taken care of,” the bartender said, nodding toward a ruggedly handsome stranger across the room who raised his glass.

I held his gaze, dragged my tongue slowly along the rim of mine, and then took a long, deliberate sip. I didn’t smile or bat my lashes in some ridiculously flirtatious manner. Instead, I leaned back in my chair, spread my knees a little wider, and tilted my head toward the back hallway. And he stood immediately. Didn’t finish his drink. Didn’t hesitate.

It was as if he knew I was insatiable after phone sex

We slipped into the restroom like we’d done it before. I was insatiable after phone sex, and he just wanted to fuck. He locked the stall behind us, spun me around, and shoved me up against the cold wall.

He pushed up my dress, cursed under his breath when he saw I wasn’t wearing panties, pulled his cock out, and shoved it inside me. The stall shook with every thrust as he fucked me. His hands gripped my ass cheeks in a way that let me know he intended to make me take every inch of his cock.

No kissing. No words. Just a mutual understanding and need, and that was exactly what I wanted, being insatiable after phone sex.

I came hard and fast.

He kept going, eyes on mine the entire time, until I spiraled, lost in the rhythm, and came two more times, my legs trembling around his waist. Then he came inside me, grinding through his orgasm like he couldn’t get enough.

I watched him zip up and wipe his fingers on my thigh like I was his napkin after he collected himself. Then he unlocked the stall, shot me a final smirk, and disappeared.

Eventually, I pulled my dress down, checked my makeup in the mirror, and walked out like nothing had happened. I didn’t glance at the bar. Didn’t look for the stranger. I wasn’t there for conversation or closure. I’d needed to be fucked after being insatiable after phone sex and coming too many times alone, and he fulfilled that need.

Are you man enough to handle a slut like me? Call me and let’s find out. And read about the fun I’ve had making my cash pig a cam girl.

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