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He pulls down my skirt and thong. Being naked in an alleyway should not feel this good but it does. I unbutton my lover’s shirt and lick his chest like it’s my own personal lollipop. Then I undo my lover’s pants and pull them down.
     
    The handsome stranger pulls down his underwear and boy is his dick ready to go. I couldn’t swallow that cock fast enough. I just want to devour every inch of the man that haunts my every waking moment. I suck off my studly muse until he moans his approval across the alley. The handsome stranger returns the favor by lifting me up and placing me on his broad shoulders. I wrap my legs around my anonymous lover’s head and allow his mouth and tongue to do the rest.
     
    This is officially the most insane fuck of my life. I am lying against a brick wall, in an alleyway, while getting eaten out by a guy whose name I don’t even know. Even by LA standards, this is a little left of normal. The handsome stranger is determined to make me cum right here in the back of the alley. And he is doing a hell of a job of getting me there. My stomach convulses as that tongue laps up my most intimate place. The handsome stranger licks and licks until I bury my fingernails into his scalp. That’s enough for my lover to drop me to the ground, turn me around and fuck me from behind.
     
    My hair whips around as my anonymous lover covers my mouth with his hands. He rails me so well that I bite down on his fingers. That, however, is not deterring him at all. In fact, the harder I bite my lover, the harder he fucks me. “You are so fucking beautiful at that piano,” he says as I feel myself reaching closer and closer to climax.
     
    My lover bends me over until the top of my head is touching the brick wall in front of me. He grabs my tits and fucks me deep. I scream. I cum so hard that my head slams against the wall. It feels like I’ve just been in a car accident. The two of us hold each other’s bodies as he lay against the brick wall behind the Arrow Bar. Even though we are undressed, the perfect Santa Monica evening makes our bodies feel nice and relaxed.
     
    “I’ve never had so much crazy sex,” I tell my anonymous lover.
     
    “You have inspired me to find new ways to fuck you,” he responds. We get dressed and make our way back to the club. My dress sticks to my body as the heat from the club makes me feel like I am in a sauna. We get to the bar. I ask for a drink of ice water. My anonymous lover goes straight for his rum and Coke.
     
    As I take my drink, I notice a couple of people staring at me. It’s strange, even though I am no longer on stage, people continue to look at me like I am somebody.
     
    “Carrie?” I hear a voice say behind my back. I turn around and see a forty-something guy with shoulder length hair and a three-day growth of facial hair.
     
    “I just wanted to tell you that your last song was incredible. Are you recording with anyone?”
     
    “No.”
     
    “You are not signed to a label?
     
    “I just started playing live a couple of days ago.”
    “Really?” the scruffy guy says with a mix of surprise and intrigue. “My name Is Jonathan Ellis, I have a music production house just down the street. We mostly do commercial music and sound production. I would like to record and produce that last song, ‘Lover with No Name.’ I know some people at a couple of labels. I’d be more than happy to pass the song along.”
     
    My eyes open wide as this scruffy guy offers me the chance to record the song. I look at my anonymous lover, and he also appears impressed by the offer.
     
    “To be honest, I’ve never recorded anything in a proper studio. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”
     
    “It’s easy. I’ll produce and set everything up. Your song is great because it’s simple. It’s just you and a piano. Maybe you’ll want to try adding a few strings and percussion. You have a song that is sexual yet real. I’ll be honest and tell you that I’ve never