Glory Hole Temptation 1

Story Excerpt

The summer months get hot here, and with the heat, of course, come the lighter clothes we women wear. My name is Alexis, and as the sun beat down on the pavement, I made my way down the lonely street of the downtown area. I was heading to one of the many adult video stores, my favorite kind of destination, where I could explore myself in one of the infamous glory hole booths. I always go alone. Completely alone.
Underneath my crop top shirt and tight-fitting jeans, I wasn’t wearing anything at all. No bra, no panties, just bare skin and bare intentions. My short brown hair bounced lightly with each step, and my blue eyes scanned the surroundings as I walked, taking in the usual mix of shady characters and curious onlookers. My slender 21-year-old body, smooth and youthful, naturally drew attention from the men I passed. Some stared. Others shifted uncomfortably. A few even whispered to themselves or each other.
And I loved it.
There’s something empowering about knowing you can attract exactly what you want and more importantly, what you need. For me, that need was more than just attention. It was the thrill of anonymity, the rush of the forbidden, and the promise of what awaited me behind the closed door of the booth.
Some might call me a slut, or a whore but I don’t charge for what I offer. Why would I? After all, if I did, a man could always find another willing girl elsewhere. That’s not who I am. I don’t do this for money. I do it for the thrill, for the connection, for the raw, unfiltered experience of sharing myself with others in the most intimate way possible.
As I stepped into the adult video store, the air cooled slightly, but the heat inside me remained. The clerk looked up from whatever he was doing behind the counter probably jerking off to some low-budget porn or zoning out to a porno mag. He gave me a once-over before speaking.
“Hi, miss. I need to see your ID before you can enter,” he said, his tone firm but friendly, like he had done this a thousand times.
I handed him my ID without hesitation, letting him take in the details. He glanced at it, then back at me, nodding as he handed it over.
“Enjoy your time inside,” he said, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
I stepped past the counter and into the dimly lit world of the store. Rows of DVDs lined the shelves, along with lingerie, sex toys, and all manner of erotic literature. It was a playground for the lonely, the horny, and the curious. And I was there for one thing, only the glory hole booth.
I walked back over to the clerk and asked to buy four hours’ worth of tokens the booths require payment to operate, and I wanted to make sure I had enough time to experience everything fully. After handing over the cash and watching him punch in the order on the register, I smiled as I turned and made my way to the back of the room. I walked with confidence, like I’d done this a hundred times before.
The truth is, I haven’t. This is my first time.
My first real time exploring this fetish, anyway though I’m certainly no stranger to sex. I’m no virgin. But I am a virgin when it comes to being fucked by a man I can’t see, only feel, through a glory hole. The thought sent a shiver through me, despite the summer heat. My heart pounded as I approached the row of booths, each one a small, shadowed sanctuary of anonymity and desire.