“I’m going to cut a hole,” he said.

That got me excited. I thought about it for days. Whenever I was tired and my mind started to wander, I thought of that table.

“I bought it a week ago,” he said. “Glory holes and cock rings. They are my fetishes.”

After two years and many vanilla boys later, I finally found a guy who spoke my lust heart. Not only was he hot looking in the dating profile, he had the cool demeanor of someone who didn’t give a fuck.

“Wanna do a vid call?” he asked not long after we started chatting. “If you’re not ready, we can wait.”

“Sure,” I replied. He was three hours by car away from me. It would take effort to make that meeting happen. 

If anything I’d learned, vid call saves time and for long distances like those in Korea, it was make or break if I should meet that person or not.

The screen popped showing a room covered in semi-darkness. Couldn’t tell more other than he who was already half naked.

“Woah…dude. That’s fast.” I laughed.

Hard to tell clearly now if he looked exactly like his profile pic. The semblance was there. I was distracted by his erection to pay more attention. He was jerking off and I was stripping from my red-wine colored robe. Kneeling on the ground, sitting in a W shape so he could see my inner thighs and my pale-colored, slightly shaved pussy.

My white breasts hung like over-ripe American lemons as I moved closer to get a better look at him from my phone.

“Do you like to see me play with my dildo?” I asked in my sultry voice.

“Yes,” his voice huffed as he pumped his long dick. 

Together in time, we matched our movements. I covered my mouth from my moaning because it was night at my home and everyone was sleeping. Instead of working, I was on the floor squirting and cumming to a stranger on the phone.

Days later. He talked about the table. 

“I always liked glory holes,” I told him. “Random dicks poking through holes. Pussy stuck to a hole where random dicks can poke in…have you watched the Japanese porn on Household Furniture?”

Men with masks pretending to be beds, tables, chairs, hairdryers, toothbrushes, lamps, and the list went on. Japanese women gave blow jobs and rode those dicks as they had their afternoon teas chatting with their girlfriends (each with a dick chair) and meals on the men dining table, in that special naughty house. The image of a row of erected dicks imprinted in my mind. Women hopped up and down as they pretended there was nothing ridiculous about what they were doing. That was the ultimate house for a dirty cougar like me. 

No emotions. Just sex. Pure lust. Rough, intense motions, spiraling feelings of abandonment as the orgasm came. Again and again to use and be used.

Table Guy got me that. He was reeling in. And I bought cock rings, and straps for the table from Amazon to bring with me when we meet. 

“You know there are massage tables with holes in them on Amazon,” I said, scrolling through my app. “I buy some of my sex toys on Amazon. Bought five dildos to try but never got to because they are HUGE. And then, I realized…I can’t return them!”

“Why not?” he asked.

“They are QR code returns!” This meant, I’d have to show the product for the UPS person to scan and everyone would know I was a closeted, horny MILF who liked big dildos. And no, I’m not a BBC gal. I stood with the Asian guys.