Anonymous Sex

Black. That’s all I can see. It’s dark. The blindfold shuts out all light. My wrists are tied together. I guess the rope is tied to the bed, holding my arms immovable above my head. My bottom balances on the edge of the bed, my feet hanging down, not restrained. I strain to hear movement in the room, but there’s nothing. I know they will come though. The men. One by one or maybe more than one at a time. I’m here to be used. To be fucked. All my holes are available. Not once, not twice but as many times as they want to. A shiver runs through my body by the thought of this. This is what I wanted. To be used. To be fucked. I had only one wish: I didn’t want to know who will fuck me.


Blindfolded and bound
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The above is one of my fantasies.

There is something about this fantasy that gets me wet every time I play the scenario in my head. I don’t know exactly why. Is it the fact that I am nothing but holes to be used? Or the fact that I don’t know who’s fucking me. I think it’s a combination. I think that behind my blindfold the man who fucks me or who I have to suck can be anyone I want him to be, because I cannot see him. Or that I can walk out of the hotel (this fantasy always happens in a hotel room and with Master T keeping a watchful eye – he’s the one organizing this of course) and not know whether I am walking pass a man that have fucked me just moments before. This thought – that such a man will know who I am and I won’t know if he is one of the men – makes me feel nervous, but it also hardens my nipples and causes a twitch in my crotch.

Of course another part of this fantasy is the gangbang feeling to it. In my fantasy it’s not only one man whom I’m fucked by, but several. One of the variations of this fantasy is that three men are using me at the same time – one for each hole. Being degraded to only holes definitely speaks to me. Being used speaks to me even more. Being the receiving subject of a gangbang is a fucking exciting thought too. But the one thing that speaks to me the most is to be fucked and not knowing who it is. Not before, not during and not after.

One night stands might be classified as ‘anonymous sex’ and I certainly had my share of those. However, they never really fitted into the fantasy I mentioned above. First of all I always had conversations with the guy in question before the sex happened. Secondly the sex was never kinky and I never felt used. I was never blindfolded either. And, the morning after we separated our ways and either didn’t see each other again, or saw each other but sex never happened again. All very exciting, but not fulfilling the fantasy.

No. The key thing of my fantasy is anonymous sex. The men know who they are fucking, but I don’t know who is fucking me. And while I’m being fucked I know I will try to ‘recognize’ the men, because maybe, just maybe Master T invites men who have fucked me before. And at the same time, I will fantasize behind my blindfold, ‘see’ men I want to see. During those fantasies all my senses will be working overtime, since I’m deprived of my sight. I will feel every movement of a cock inside my cunt, or fucking my ass. I will feel the twitching of a cock in my mouth before they cum.

Damn, this just gets me more and more excited. I know exactly what thoughts will be occupying my mind for the next days…

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