Friday, October 26, 2007

Screwing Strangers

Thank you, Drive thru.

“Look at me, I'm skinny
It never stopped me from gettin' busy
I'm a freak
I like the girls with the boom
I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom”
-The Humpty Dance, Digital Underground


Anonymous sex fascinates me. Typically, we at least learn a potential partner’s name and a bit of their history before we jump in the sack. Now, within the context of an orgy when one is participating in a free-for-all fuck, anonymous sex is the norm and histories aren’t required. For instance, my girl friend is heading to Manhattan this weekend for some Halloween fun at a swinger's party. She may engage in some stranger screwing, which, in the sexually liberated atmosphere she’s in, will be perfectly acceptable. Regretfully, free-for-all fuck situations don’t present themselves often unless it’s in a “promoted event” type format. We don’t expect to meet a stranger at Blockbuster and fuck their brains out in the parking lot. Hell, forget the fact that it’s a stranger, and instead consider your significant other. Would you screw your boyfriend/girlfriend in the car during broad daylight at Chucky Cheese?

The fact is a large majority of us wouldn’t. Most of our sex on this planet is done at night, with lights off, under a mound of covers. We know our lovers, we know what they taste like, we know their histories, and even if the lights are dimmed, we can still find them in the darkness. In contrast, with a stranger, there is no familiarity, and no sense of “home.” We park our body on someone for a few hours and move on. Luckily, I’ve been able to experience both sides of the coin during my life time. I’ve had some loving moments buried deep in the sheets, and I’ve fucked strangers on bathroom floors under the florescent light. And, really, both are illuminating experiences.

So, last night, at the mall, when a complete stranger/store owner approached Sally with a few good lines and sales pitch, I was smitten. I didn’t buy his product, but, I did lick his balls in the bathroom under the bright light of retail. I knew very little about stranger boy before I ran off with him. He told me he:

A) had a girlfriend
B) was a Freak Boy
C) thought my daddy was an Israeli

Physically, stranger boy was right on point. Tall, skinny, longish dark hair, and foreign. Yummy. So, while I waited for him to finish closing down shop, I examined my options. I could walk out the door and never talk to him again, offended because he had a girlfriend, even though he was obviously turned on by our energy. Or, I could follow him to the nearest bathroom, and get down on my knees. Sex was out of the question, neither of us had a condom and I was ovulating. So, knee pads it was.

Alone with him the bathroom, he tasted my mouth first, lifted my shirt, and begged for my pussy. He wanted to eat it like its never been done before. He reached over to shut off the light and pulled me down to the floor. I sprung right up, turned the light back on, and let my pants fall to the floor. The guy had an amazing mouth, soft lips and thick tongue, just the way I like it. Before I climaxed and lost interest, I implored him to remove his pants so we could suck on each other simultaneously. He had such a lovely cock, and when he said, “I’m gonna cum in your mouth, you little bitch”, I melted even further into the cement floor.

During our bathroom bliss, his phone rang a couple hundred times. His girlfriend was on the line, impatiently wondering when he would return. We dressed quickly, gathered our possessions, and shut the door behind us. He nervously inquired about my intentions and pleaded with me not to reveal his infidelity (which is impossible since I don't know his girlfriend). I promised, smiled sweetly, and turned on my heel. I was almost out of shouting distance, when he yelled, “Hey, you forgot something!” Alarmed, I looked back at him, and he replied, “My name! You forgot my name..it’s....” I laughed, shot him the peace sign and continued on.

I’d probably fuck stranger boy if I saw him again. And who knows, maybe I will see him. I’m not at the mall that often, but I do know where to find the dude, after all. Yet, these kinds of encounters are geared toward never seeing one another again. I’ve had little rushes of lust running up and down my spine all day, and I wouldn’t want to ruin it by placing it within the confines of a routine.

Because, as we all know, it's better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all.

P.S. For those weekend party animals who are enjoying their Halloween festivities this Saturday, make it a good one. I, for one, plan on losing my soul Saturday night. Anonymous random pairings, here I come. See ya on the flip side.

~Little Ms. Slutty Sunshine

19 comments:

Wenda said...

I don't know how much of this is made up or not (does it matter?) but why don't you chuck in your conservative job and do something you love from 9-5. You know? Live your revolution in your life instead of anonymously for a few hours on the internet. Own it. Take your mask off and let us see who you really are.
Now that's honesty.
And that takes guts.
Good luck.
Wenda

SallySunshine said...

Hi Wenda,

It's not a mirage. It's true, my dear. I love how writers are able to bleed all over the page..really spill it, ya know. It's what I do.

As far as my 9-5 goes, there are moments when I've gained a great deal of statisfaction from my work. I also teach in my profession part-time, which is my life blood. It doesn't even matter what the subject is..infusing knowledge is where it's at. Teaching in some sort of capacity is part of my "mission" in life. You know... the high you get from doing something you were born to do.

I get what your saying Wenda, I wear a lot of masks, being the shape shifter that I am, I can easily inhabit two different (and sometimes more!) identities with ease. It's been a great gift in it's own right, but it has its downside too.

For the last few years I've been silently plotting and preparing myself for a new role. It's complicated there are many different issues to consider.

Yet, at heart, I am a writer. I know it, and it's coming. Thanks for your words Wenda.

~Sally

DC said...

Sally, I am impressed by your ability to have sex on your own terms with no regard for the so called social norms...which I think are only constraints or maybe closer...unconscious fears. You facinate me! I have to ask you what did you get out of this experience? I know you gave him a blow job but was that satisfying enough for you or was it that he was a total stranger that was the thrill. And why did you melt to have a total stranger cum in your mouth and did you swallow. I am in a sort of individual sexual liberation right now and your inhibitions and motives are facinating for me...please share.
With love,

venus said...

Oh, you poor thing! In the bathroom of a Mall, with a total stranger and without surrendering yourself. How sad! You are missing so much...

Wenda said...

OK. I don't know you but maybe that's apt for this blog title. You seem to appreciate radical honesty so .. here goes...

I've only read your last few entries so maybe I'm speaking too soon but I don't see you spilling a drop of blood. Maybe fake blood from the joke shop?

I'd be really curious to know what exactly gives you satisfaction in number crunching. Do you teach people how to pay even less tax? How to save them more money so they can buy bigger cars, houses, breasts?

If your heart and soul was fully engaged in your life you very likely wouldn't be screwing people on the lineoleum floor in the mall. You probably wouldn't have time for a start. You really seem (to me) to not like yourself.

And I am now going to say something which may sting. I love Americans but there is something very spoilt about you. You have been acting like the whole world belongs to you for over fifty years... (you learnt well from the Brits) and if you don't get what you want then you lie, steal, invade, spy, manipulate, trample over whatever and whomever is in the way of whatever You think is Right or WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE. ME ME ME ME ME ME ME. My needs, my rights, my feelings and fuck the lot of you. This is the Age of Narcissim and America is leading the way (with the UK and the rest of the world ready to suck its cock, granted). My way or the bruising highway.

I think my rant is over.

What I'm trying to say is... you're stamping your foot Sally. Live and love.

Next time you get involved with someone.. don't try and save them. Just love them. It'll work better for both you and her/him.

No hard feelings, Sally. Up The Revolution.

I look forward to seeing splotchy, fibrous, gloopy red blood on your page.

W

Anonymous said...

You can avoid diseases by only giving/recieving oral?? AMAZING!

SallySunshine said...

"Oh, you poor thing! In the bathroom of a Mall, with a total stranger and without surrendering yourself. How sad! You are missing so much..."

hehe, Venus. I know. But, woulda, shoulda, coulda..I didn't have a condom. Boo. :(

SallySunshine said...

"You can avoid diseases by only giving/recieving oral?? AMAZING!"

Thanks, it's pretty fucking fabulous, is it not?

SallySunshine said...
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SallySunshine said...

Hi Wenda,

This is a good time to discuss boundaries.

I am me and you are you.

I like number crunching, writing, and sex. You may like needle point, skiing, and yoga.

It's not an efficient use of time for me to explain the ins and outs of my psychology and the reasons why I like what I like.

"If your heart and soul was fully engaged in your life you very likely wouldn't be screwing people on the lineoleum floor in the mall. You probably wouldn't have time for a start. You really seem (to me) to not like yourself."

Well, Wenda, I'm going to really make an effort not to be a total bitch here. Again, boundaries, my dear. The contents of my soul are mine to share with world freely, however I choose to. Your interpretation of "sally sunshine" is being filtered through your lens of experience. And since we cannot jump inside another's experience and live behind their eyes, it can be very challenging to understand someone who is so different from yourself.

You may not like what I write, it's ok. I can't please everyone. Come back and check in every now&then if you like.

~SS

SallySunshine said...

"Sally, I am impressed by your ability to have sex on your own terms with no regard for the so called social norms...which I think are only constraints or maybe closer...unconscious fears'

Thanks DC, you hit the nail on the head. Rebellion is the way to go, social norms out the window! Viva la Revolution! Good luck with your personal revolution...sending love you way, Sally

P.S. I will answer more of your questions soon, and, yes I did swallow.

antiprincess said...

If your heart and soul was fully engaged in your life you very likely wouldn't be screwing people on the lineoleum floor in the mall.

what makes you say that?

a) people sometimes really enjoy the elegant dance of numbers, just because the elegant dance of numbers intrigues them. Happy accountants exist.

b) sometimes otherwise-happy people still like to have sex on linoleum floors in malls. it's not like it's a 100% reliable indicator of mental illness (though some may think so). Happy perverts exist.

why can't it be a "both-and" world?

belledame222 said...


This is a good time to discuss boundaries.

I am me and you are you.


amazing how many people have trouble with this concept, isn't it?

hey, wenda, no one owes you a damn thing, and no one asked for your opinion. If you have something to say about American imperialism and the global economy/politics, tearing into someone on her own blog because she's posting about anonymous sex that she enjoyed, -without- your permission or indeed really affecting you at all (you came here, didn't you? someone have a gun at your head forcing you to read)? is a real funny way of expressing it. Do you imagine that anonymous sex makes an impact on the oil or water crises or something? "Make love, not war, just not in a bathroom and not with a stranger?" Oh, whatever.

As long as we're in "you statements" and the imperative voice mode, why don't you start your own damn blog, pour your own damn blood, and say what it is you have to say without worrying so much about other peoples' sex lives.

and venus: "I'll pray for you."

Sally: my own personal voice is yep going but but latex? what about the latex?? but that aside, and you make your own decisions: mazel tov, glad you had a good time.

Wenda said...

Fucking a stranger and then telling them you don't want to even know their name isn't exactly giving them the message that you have time for them, like them, want to see them again or are validating them as a human being. Beyond the sex it all disappeared down the drain. How would you feel if that happened to you? Well, I for one would feel used. Peace sign? Please.

Wenda is not my real name. I am an ex-lover of SS. She knows who I am. Yes, sorry, that was all personal. I shouldn't have said it. But I did. Radical honesty overtook me. She broke my heart. And she pisses me off every now and then and I really shouldn't read her blog but I have my weaknesses.

I actually do think everything we do has an effect on everything and everyone on this planet from oil crises onwards.

But go ahead it's a free country. Drink your starbucks, drive your SUVs, blow a total stranger with no protection, live life on the edge.... why not... do whatever you want.

God, I sound sanctimonious. I know.

Yes, I am writing. But, mine won't be an anonymous blog. When I'm ready, I'll be out there.

Boundaries are not as simple as all that. We have to interact to find them. If we don't try we don't know. I know that not a lot of people like what I say. And I don't like what others say. What are we going to do? Shut up? Never say a word. It's hard to say what you really feel without upsetting or hurting anyone's feelings. Virtually impossible. SS has set up this blog for that purpose. To be about radical honesty. I chipped in with mine. With what I thought. I can say whatever I feel, however pitiful it seems to you.

It's hard not to get personal when you loved someone.

But this isn't the space for it. Granted, so I'll sling my hook.

That's all, folks!

W

SallySunshine said...

Wenda, my dear, I have no idea who you are. Seriously. There is an email link on my profile page. If I broke your heart or you take issue with me on a number of other levels, please use my private email and we can discuss it out of the public sphere.

By the way, I look forward to reading your brilliant social commentary published under your real name. My question is.. why are you commenting on my blog under a fake name? I certainly haven’t fucked anyone named “Wenda”.

My guess, “Wenda”, is that you’re a fucking coward, and you’d rather whine about some perceived injustice than actually confront the situation. If you are my ex- lover, then you have my phone number, fucking use it.

“Fucking a stranger and then telling them you don't want to even know their name isn't exactly giving them the message that you have time for them, like them, want to see them again or are validating them as a human being.”

Listen, princess, it’s not my job to validate you as a human being whether I fucked you or not. Your low self-esteem cannot be remedied by my attention or lack of attention. It wasn’t my job then, it’s not my job now. If I did fuck you and leave you, it’s no surprise why. You sound like an insufferable bore with a martyr complex.

And, another thing, my charming little anonymous troll, I do have stat counter and tracksy. I can easily figure out who you are, your IP address.. you aren’t as stealth as you imagine.

Wenda, not only are your comments ridiculously off topic, you’re a bad liar. You’re not my ex-lover. You’re some Brit rad-fem from Ren’s spot, go fuck yourself vertical with a straw hat- SS

Wenda The Stealth said...

Oops, sorry, my mistake.

(gee, you're a honey)

xx

belledame222 said...

um, eek?

"the call is coming from inside the house."

yeah, whoever it is, even if that were true, that's really fucking creepy and stalkeresque.

if it's not true...that's really fucking creepy and stalkeresque. and, lame.

SallySunshine said...

belle, I love you.
-Sal.

SallySunshine said...

And yeah, stalker alert....gesh.