I really wanted to write a steamy flash fiction about anonymous sex. I thought about this couple that meet in a bar and end up having sex in the bathroom. Each going home with nothing more than the memory of a great night. I even started to write it.
But here’s the thing. I have never had anonymous sex. Never really had the chance to do so, nor the inclination. In fact, once I got the couple into the bathroom in my piece I had to stop writing and go clean my own from top to bottom. So maybe it is one of those write what you know kind of things. I don’t know, so forcing the writing wasn’t going to work.
Long before I found my kink I was a hard core romantic. Like, raised on Disney, someday a prince will give me a library just like Belle romantic. The idea of having sex with someone that I wasn’t in a romantic relationship with was unthinkable. I wasn’t a ‘wait until we’re married’ girl, but an emotional connection was necessary.
College helped me get over that hump. I still dream of my own two-story library (thanks a lot Disney), but spending the rest of my life with you isn’t required for me to fuck you anymore.
And yet, the idea of someone entering a scene that I don’t know is actually very unnerving. Any conversation that Sir and I have had regarding a third has always included us both knowing them first. I know of some Doms that vet a play partner themselves, without their sub being involved. Until we get our own dynamic solidified I don’t see a third (or more) becoming an issue though. Sir has shared fantasies of putting me in stocks and letting multiple people use and abuse me. He would be there the entire time, but I wouldn’t know any of them. I would just be a hole. There is a sense of excitement in the possibility, but also fear.
However, this isn’t how most people have anonymous sex. Letting some hot guy buy me a few drinks and going with him to a hotel or back alley. A one night stand with only grunts and moans for conversation. Something more like my failed attempt at fiction. But, as I have not been alone in a bar for a long time, it’s not something that I have much experience with.
I have been hit on by a stranger once in my life. I was in eighth grade at a track meet. And, rather than wearing a sexy outfit and make-up, I had on my running shorts and tank top. I was sweaty and gross. I’m not at all sure what he saw that he found so attractive. But he asked me for my number anyway. We dated for several months. I eventually broke it off when he wouldn’t stop pressuring me to have sex. That is the extent of my ‘hit on’ experience.
But, generally, the idea of anonymous sex has a lot of appeal. Obviously, in a world without Sir or with his express permission. But the thought of having such an animalistic draw to another person when you see them across the room is amazingly hot. Letting that pull take you into a back alley to let your sexual attraction lose on one another sounds like a memorable experience. And one, that if successful, could be quite addictive. Having that rush of a sexual connection, letting it take over, and then just going back to your evening like nothing happened. Or they come back to your apartment, have a great fuck or three, a shower, and they leave. The epitome of ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’.
It’s certainly not for everyone; probably not for me, if I’m honest. But I do see and appreciate the draw. An experience I wouldn’t immediately turn down, if for no other reason than to say that I done it. Increase my sexual partners list a bit. Maybe then I could expand my writing ability as well. I’m not sure Sir would consider that a worthwhile reasoning though. Maybe I will get enough experience to write about stocks instead.