Anything Can Happen In A Gloryhole

That, more than anything, is the beauty of a gloryhole. It's pleasure and passion reduced down to it's most primal form. It's distilled, just two bodies finding what satisfaction they can in this crazy world. Just the act with none of the fluff, with none of the baggage.

There is so much of that in sex. Desires and dreams coming into conflict with expectation. Society telling you that you ought to be one thing but the primal desires of our animalistic natures telling us we ought to be another.

The only reason I didn't strip off and fuck the first man I saw, when I became Emily, was a little voice in the back of my head that had been put there before I knew any better and that told me I had to be in love.

It's hard to fight against that voice, impossible almost. The burden of a first time comes with so much expectation that you can't just strip down and jump in with both feet and as much as I hate it, I know that's true.

My first time won't be here, in this dirty place. This place is missing a connection that I've come to accept that I need. Something beyond the merely carnal that will lead to the event being something special, being something to remember.

I'm getting close to it. I can feel it, can taste it. I think it's going to happen soon because if I don't get fucked soon then I think I'll go crazy. The need that I realize now had been there the whole time is going to lead me to fall into bed with someone but I still want it to be someone who matters, not someone I'll regret and not someone that I'll never even know their name.

I could fuck a man here. I mean physically I could. I could make that work.

I could even fuck this man. He's slick with my spit and aching for release I could just pop this cock out of my mouth and turn around. Get to my feet and stroke him to life as I waggle my hips and line up with his turgid member.

Can almost see it. Can almost picture it. Can almost feel it. Can almost make myself believe.

Can almost feel the sensation of that head pressing against my cunt and the pressure that would come as I hold him steady, one hand between my legs on his cock while the other presses over my lips to stifle and muffle my cries while I push back, feeling the thick hardness of him spread my lower lips while I take him, while I take anyone, for the first time.

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