Help I’m alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be soft
Tough to be tender
Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train
So I often shoot the shit with my old tumblr friends about various topics, but yesterday’s topic du jour was the “glory hole.” Now I’d like to say this was the first time it has come up in conversation, but that would be a fib.
What I find interesting in these discussions is how many men are turned on by the concept and how all of them think I’d be really into it.
The latter made me wonder how adventurous my friends think I am and also if I should be flattered that they do equate me with the glory hole?
The honest answer is I never really give it much thought. But as someone who scored as a 98% Experimentalist on her most recent BDSM evaluation, maybe I should consider it. You only live once, right?
For the record, here’s my top ten results from the test. None of this is probably surprising to loyal readers.
== Results from bdsmtest.org ==
99% Rope bunny
As an exhibitionist and voyeur, I thought what may be more enticing to me is to have sex in the booth with the open hole so that the person next to me could hear my moans and those whispered “fuck me’s” as I frantically fuck next door. Or perhaps put their eye to the hole to watch.
Having never been to one of these establishments, I can only assume that it may be sex against a dark, makeshift wall or along a bench. Fast and furious as you don’t want to be walked in on but not too quiet as you want the person next to you to know what you are doing. Maybe even somewhat rough so the cries would be loud enough to be heard over the porn in the background.
Hmmm, now I wonder now if there’s a yelp page dedicated to this type of establishment…
– The Girl