Speaker 1: It's September twelfth, and that means it's time for your
Speaker 1: daily fuck on fuck it list Friday. What's on your
Speaker 1: fucket list? The neon signed flickers casting a sickly pink
Speaker 1: glow on the web pavement adult The letters are buzzing,
Speaker 1: one of them half dead. The windows are blacked down,
Speaker 1: promising a world of shame and secrecy. My heart is
Speaker 1: hammering against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fear and excitement.
Speaker 1: I've seduced men in beast spoke suits and men covered
Speaker 1: in tattoos. I've had sex with their faces, their minds,
Speaker 1: and their bodies. Tonight I decided I just wanted a cock.
Speaker 1: Are many cocks? I push open the heavy door, a
Speaker 1: little bell announcing my arrival with a cheerful, inappropriate jingle.
Speaker 1: The store smells of old paper, cheap air freshener, and
Speaker 1: something vaguely like this infectin A board looking clerk behind
Speaker 1: a plexiglass shield doesn't even look up. I walk past
Speaker 1: rows of DVD's with lurid covers until I find what
Speaker 1: I'm looking for in the back, a dark hallway lined
Speaker 1: with identical featureless doors, the video arcade. I slip a
Speaker 1: few tokens into a slot, and a lock on one
Speaker 1: of the doors clicks open. I step inside the tiny
Speaker 1: booth and secure the bolt behind me. It's small, dark
Speaker 1: and smells a bleach and stale arousal. There is nothing
Speaker 1: inside but a worn patch of carpet and a single,
Speaker 1: perfect six inch hole drilled at waist height into the
Speaker 1: parkleboard wall. This is it, the absolute zero of human connection,
Speaker 1: an altar for pure physical need. I sink to my knees,
Speaker 1: the rough carpet scratching my skin. I press my face
Speaker 1: close to the wall, my eye level with the hold.
Speaker 1: I can hear muffled movements on the other side, the
Speaker 1: rustle of clothing, the soft tread of shoes. Use My
Speaker 1: breath catches in my throat. I wait, after a moment
Speaker 1: that feels like an eternity, it appears, A thick, circumcised cock,
Speaker 1: perfectly average and utterly anonymous, pushes its way through the hole.
Speaker 1: It's hesitantly offered a question without a voice. My mouth
Speaker 1: is dry, but I lean forward in answer, my tongue
Speaker 1: thicking out that tastes the tip. It's salty. I take
Speaker 1: him into my mouth and I hear a sharp surprised
Speaker 1: intake of breath from the other side. He's eager, maybe nervous.
Speaker 1: It doesn't last long. A few frantic thrusts against my throat,
Speaker 1: needs coming, his hot, thick load of surprise. As I
Speaker 1: swallow on instinct. He withdraws immediately, and I'm left kneeling
Speaker 1: in the dark, the taste of a complete stranger on
Speaker 1: my tongue. The thrill is so sharp, so pure, it
Speaker 1: leaves me dizzy. I wait. Soon another cock takes its place.
Speaker 1: This one is completely different, longer, thinner, with a graceful
Speaker 1: curve and aeskin that hoods the glistening head. I greet
Speaker 1: this one with more confidence, my tongue expertly tracing the
Speaker 1: ridge of his crown. Before I take him in, I
Speaker 1: can feel a soft slide of his skin against my
Speaker 1: lips and tongue, a new and fascinating texture. I take
Speaker 1: my time with him, deep throating him, slowly, savoring the novelty.
Speaker 1: I can hear his low, steady groans through the wall.
Speaker 1: He lasts longer, a slow, steady ride that lets me
Speaker 1: explore every inch of him with my mouth. When he
Speaker 1: pulls away his cum in the back of my throat,
Speaker 1: I feel a pang of disappointment. I'm on my third
Speaker 1: when the aminemity and the sheer rock harmalady of it
Speaker 1: All begins to work its magic on my own body.
Speaker 1: This one is thick again, a heavy blunt instrument. As
Speaker 1: I take him into my mouth, my free hands slips
Speaker 1: down between my legs. I'm soaking wet. My panty's a
Speaker 1: useless scrap of fabric. My fingers find my clip. I
Speaker 1: begin to stroke myself in time with the movements in
Speaker 1: my head. The man on the the other side must
Speaker 1: feel the change in my energy, because he begins to
Speaker 1: fuck my mouth with a new insistent rhythm, harder, deeper.
Speaker 1: He's so thick that I'm glad he's not that long.
Speaker 1: The feeling of his cock ramming my throat on my
Speaker 1: own fingers played with my clit is an explosive combination.
Speaker 1: I'm the one moaning now. My sound's muffled by the
Speaker 1: flesh of my mouth. My own pleasure is building a
Speaker 1: runaway train, fueled by the taboo. I'm going to come
Speaker 1: here on my knees in a dirty booth, sucking a
Speaker 1: stranger I'll never see. The thought is so incredibly hot
Speaker 1: that it pushes me over the edge. My horgasm rips
Speaker 1: through me, a silent, shuddering convulsion. My body clenches around him,
Speaker 1: my hand frantic against my clit. He groans loudly, his
Speaker 1: own release triggered by mine, and I swallow him down
Speaker 1: as the last waves of my own pleasure wash over me.
Speaker 1: He pulls out, and I'm left kneeling in the dark, panting,
Speaker 1: my chins slick with saliva, body humming with the most
Speaker 1: intense bordasm of my life. I wait, but the stage
Speaker 1: remains empty. The show is over. I get to my feet,
Speaker 1: my knees aching, and unlock the door. I walk back
Speaker 1: out to the pink neon glow of the street. No names,
Speaker 1: no faces, no expectations, just pure raw need. It was
Speaker 1: the most honest sex I've ever had.