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