Thursday, October 27, 2011

Gloryhole Or Gory Hole?

Its rare that something can be amazing and terrifying at the same time. When I see a gloryhole I imagine its what Moses felt like when he saw the Burning Bush. Probably said the same thing too. “That’s impossible! But I must get closer…” I mean, it’s a sex hole. That used to be my name when I was a stripper. You don’t know who is on the other side and they don’t know who you are. You just stick your business in and hopefully get it back when you’re done. I’m not brave enough to stick my junk into a mystery boning hole. Maybe I’m missing out.

Wikipedia describes it as “…a hole in a wall, or other partition, often between public lavatory stalls or adult video arcade booths for people to engage in sexual activity or observe the person in the next cubicle while one or both parties masturbate. The partition maintains anonymity. Body parts including fingers, tongue and penis may be used for anonymous oral, vaginal and/or anal intercourse.

I have to admit that some of my favorite porn is gloryhole porn. Sorry, but I really don’t like looking at guys. Besides the fact that I don’t like to look at man ass I am sick and tired of mangasms! This is when you watch a porn and you’re ready to release the hounds and all of a sudden the camera focuses on the guys face. It doesn’t just focus on it. It lingers there long enough for you to count his nose hairs. The gate is already open and you cant stop yourself. Next thing you know you just climaxed to the image of a man gritting his teeth while boning what you were trying to get off to. Gloryholes prevent this from ever happening.

I remember when I worked at the hospital my father told me there was a gloryhole in one of the bathrooms. I couldn’t decide which was worse: the fact that a medical facility had a gloryhole or that my fucking father knew what a gloryhole hole was. I’m not what one would consider sexually adventurous. So the idea of giving the Black Snake Moan to a hole with a strangers mouth on the other side fucking makes me nervous. I could imagine finally working up the nerve to try one out and sticking it in and feeling the unmistakable feeling of man stubble on my wang. I’d pull out so fast you’d see sparks!

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