So… I accidentally gave the wrong guy a blowjob (F21).

Back when I was dating my ex, he opened up to me about a fantasy he'd always wanted to try—he had a serious thing for glory holes. I appreciated his honesty, and since I'm always open to exploring new things with someone I trust, I told him I was down to try it too.

At first, he got super ambitious and started brainstorming how to build one in his apartment. But, like most broke college students, he quickly realized that building a custom setup wasn't exactly budget-friendly. So, he started doing some research and discovered that there was an adult arcade a few hours from where we lived. I was hesitant at first—it felt like unfamiliar territory—but after a couple of weeks (and some convincing), I agreed we could go and live out the fantasy there.

One Saturday evening, we made the trip. Before heading to the arcade, I insisted we stop at a bar nearby so I could have a couple shots of Fireball—liquid courage, you know? My nerves were still all over the place, even though the plan was simple: I'd blow him through the glory hole. Once I felt properly buzzed and ready, we left the bar and pulled into the lot of this small, kind-of-sketchy looking place. I took a deep breath, tried to channel some confidence, and followed him inside.

We wandered a bit before finding the right section with private booths. We slipped into one together, watched a bit of porn, and started making out. I was already turned on, but then I realized—of all times—I really had to pee. I told him I'd be right back and that I'd meet him in the next booth over to get started.

The bathroom, of course, was all the way on the other side of the building, and by the time I got back, my Fireball-fueled buzz had only intensified. I climbed into the booth I thought was next to his and whispered, "I'm ready if you are." I heard a belt buckle come undone on the other side of the wall. "Okay, we're doing this," I thought, heart racing.

Then it appeared.

A massive cock slid through the hole. And I mean massive. I stared at it for a second, stunned. It wasn't my boyfriend's. I knew that instantly. My boyfriend wasn't small by any means—but this wasn't him. For a moment, I panicked, wondering if he had arranged for this? But… no, he never mentioned anything like that. I called out his name. No response.

Still, I sat there, eye-level with this thick, semi-hard cock. My brain was foggy from nerves and alcohol, and I just couldn't look away. I was salivating. Something about the anonymity—the sheer surprise—turned me on even more. Without overthinking it, I leaned forward and slid it into my mouth.

It was intense. Heavy, thick, and so hard within moments. I was fully locked into the moment—sucking, teasing, taking him deeper with every pass. He groaned, and that only made me hungrier. I cupped his balls and pushed him deep into my throat until I felt him twitch. A second later, he came, hard. I swallowed every drop. And then, with a quiet "thank you," he was gone.

I just sat there for a second, stunned and dripping with adrenaline. I couldn't believe what I'd done—but I also couldn't deny how insanely turned on I was.

Still dazed, I texted my boyfriend to meet me in the hallway. I told him I'd gotten lost. Then I went into the actual booth next to him and blew him like nothing had happened.

He left satisfied, none the wiser. And to this day, that night remains my dirtiest little secret—the night I accidentally sucked off a stranger, and loved every second of it.