Completely Anonymous Sex [F26, M30?, Blindfolds, Choking] | 2016

I decided to take a break from my older stories to tell one that just happened a few weeks ago. Lately, I’ve been on a kick of trying even more random, even more anonymous sex than I ever had before. I’ve had my share of random hookups: a friend’s married neighbor crossdressed as Elvira at a Halloween party, an army guy on leave on a cross-country flight, even some dude in a Guy Fawkes mask that I met at a protest. That last one might count as a definition of “anonymous”. But I wanted things to get weird. I wanted to fuck a man who I couldn’t see, who could not see me, where neither of us would ever know who the other person was.

Glory holes are the obvious option. But it’s still just a dick, maybe a voice. Unless that cock is massive, I might not be attracted to it in itself. And most of the time, I want more than just a penis. I need a body along with it: arms grabbing me, legs supporting me, a mouth all over me. Sex clubs and sex parties? To be honest, if it is just one-on-one sex, I like the pursuit almost as much as I like the act. I don’t need to join a club to find a hot guy. Plus, I might see him before I fuck him. If there’s a sex party where all participants are blindfolded at the door, in and out, I would be game, but I don’t think such a party exists.

Then there is the real danger in trying to get absolute, 100% anonymous sex. I’m 5’5”, tannish, light brown hair, with some really nice 34G tits. I’m around 120lb, I do kickboxing and crossfit, but I’m not an idiot. A guy doesn’t have to be that much bigger than me to completely overpower me. There is a real, but just unspeakably hot danger in trying to fuck a guy who I will never see and never know. And I don’t even want to think about STDs.

All the risks aside, I went on a swingers message board to see what other people thought. Asking the internet “Who wants to have anonymous sex?” is a rabbit hole that Alice herself wouldn’t want to enter. But after a little weeding, I found a guy who shared my unique kink. We were both honest with each other about the situation, shared posting histories, but didn’t exchange pics or personal info. He described himself pretty hotly and was very consent oriented, so we decided to arrange a hookup.

I booked a nice hotel with fake names for us: Ahab and Jezebel. Real original. Set up his key for him. He got a burner phone to call the room once he arrived. I checked in early and stuck some toys in the drawer next to the Gideon Bible along with a can of mace just in case. I got his call that he had arrived. I went into the bathroom and got naked. I’m afraid but horny as hell. I hung his blindfold on the bathroom door and waited.

He comes in: Hello, Jezebel. It’s Ahab? Is that right? He has a deep voice, upper Midwest accent. Chicago, Detroit, or Cleveland maybe. I tell him to put on the blindfold, take off his clothes, and get in the bed. We had agreed beforehand that if either of us didn’t have the blindfold, it was done. I take a deep breath, tie my blindfold on, and walk out of the bathroom. This is happening.

Ahab: Marco

Jezebel: Polo

Good ice breaker for two people who will never see each other about to fuck.

I hear him fumbling with his phone and it starts playing smooth jazz. Real porno music. I feel my way to the bed and lay down with him. He’s tall and feels ripped. I can feel the individual muscles in his chest. I touch his abs, again ripped as hell. Whatever soap/deodorant/cologne he’s wearing is piney. His hair is soft and slightly minty. He has a little bit of scruff on his face, but nothing too bad. You don’t realize what your other senses can do until you’re laying naked with a stranger while blindfolded.

We keep just exploring each other without kissing. He grabs one of my tits.

Ahab: Wow you weren’t exaggerating. Back problems?

Jezebel: I work out. It’s not too bad.

Ahab: I can tell. Your ass is hard as a rock.

I flex my arm for him to feel. He does the same. His bicep is huge. His entire body is amazing. He must be a bodybuilder or something. I make my way down to his cock hoping that it doesn’t disappoint. The trunk matches the elephant. He is BIG. His cock is definitely 8 inches plus, circumsized, and hard as a rock. Testes seem normal sized, so he probably isn’t on too many steroids. I wrap my mouth around it. He moans and gets me to turn around to go down on me. Straight up 69.

Ahab: Heart shaped ring. It is you.

I had forgotten that he would recognize me by my piercing. I’m impressed he could tell it was a heart from his tongue alone. I let go of his cock for a second and grab his left nipple. Star ring. We had agreed on this beforehand to identify each other naked. Guess we both forgot. I go back to his cock as he shoves his tongue all the way into me.

His legs are like tree trunks. I can feel the veins just pulsing as we go down on each other. He has an unusually long tongue because it is deep. I feel my body start to go a little numb and I scream as I cum. It was a hard orgasm, but I don’t think I squirted. Just got his face a little wet. He cums in my mouth. Now as a complete buzzkill, “All that Jazz” plays on his phone. Shit. Wait a minute he says as he pulls up his blindfold and fixes that brief snafu. He apparently had just typed “jazz” into Pandora and let it play. It’s fixed. Back to the porno music.

Thankfully Ahab was not a one and done kind of guy, because I’m just warmed up and want that cock inside me. I reach in the drawer and grab a little vibrator for myself. Ahab misinterpreted this and stuck it up his ass. So I grabbed a bigger vibrator for my own ass. It’s a win win.

Jezebel: You are dirty. I like it.

Ahab: Choke me, Jezebel!

Super hot that he’s using my fake name now. I try to get my hands around his neck, but it is huge. There is no way I can choke him by myself. I waddle across the room to get his belt. And yes “waddle” is what you do when you have a vibrating dildo up your ass. Thankfully, we’re both blindfolded, so Ahab could not see the dramatic unsexiness of that act. I throw the belt around his neck as he strokes his cock. I’ve done this kind of thing with guys before, but I usually judge everything by sight. I don’t have that luxury, so I have to trust him that he knows how not to completely pass out.

I get myself on top of his cock. Huge, hard as hell, and curved just right. It is a perfect fit for me: all the way in without hitting my cervix. Riding this beast while choking its master made me wish I had a cowgirl hat.

Jezebel: Yippee kay yay, motherfucker!

Ahab: Harder. Harder!

My brain and my body are split. This is some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had, but I can’t see the man I’m choking. I’m going numb again, but I hear him gagging. I want to cum, but I’m genuinely concerned about his wellbeing. Finally I hear:

Ahab: PINOCHLE!

The safe word. I cum again as I let go of the belt. The combination of orgasm and relief that I didn’t kill a man is pretty intense. After he catches his breath, he turns me around and starts fucking me deep and hard. I still have the vibrator up my ass, presumable he still has his. I grab the third one I brought out of the drawer for myself. I never noticed it before, but when you’re blindfolded, there is something viscerally sexual about forearm muscles on your stomach.

Jezebel: Fuck me, Ahab!

Ahab: You love it, Jezebel!

We turn around and I get on top, reverse cowgirl. His abs are practically massaging my back. I’m holding everything in as long as I can. The corner of the bed collapses. Weird Al is playing on his phone for some reason. I almost black out and cum hard. Pull out and squirt. I hear it hit the TV or something.

I pull the vibrator out of my ass and ease his cock in. Fuck is it wide. I usually work myself up for taking a cock this big in my ass because I can see it. I came a little bit again just from the shock. Now, we’re fucking on a broken bed, so my vibrator slid off and I can’t get it. I reach in the drawer and the only useful thing left is the mace can. I slide a condom onto it and start fucking my pussy with it as Ahab fucks my ass. Don’t worry, it was the bottom of the can. I may be crazy, but I’m not sticking the barrel of pepper spray into my hoo ha.

Ahab cums again. I can tell he is done, so I just let go for this one. I pull him as deep as I can before he loses it. We go hard for about another minute. Finally, I’m done. I pull out the mace can, knock over the lamp, break a picture on the wall, and squirt all over the bed. We both passed out. I woke up first about an hour later on top of him on the collapsed bed. Both blindfolds still on.

Part of me wanted to just keep going. But he was done. He tried to get my real number, but it really ruined the fantasy. He put his clothes back on and left. I briefly lifted my blindfold to get a glimpse, but he just looked like any other guy as he walked out the door. He even paid for the damage we did to the hotel room. A true gentleman.

Postlog: Despite that I did this once, I’m not doing it again. The risk outweighs the hotness. So don’t message me looking for it.