ASSWAS: Sex Bracelets 1

The following is true and written to the best of my recollection:My addiction to “Anonymous and Spontaneous Sex With Any Stranger(s) (ASSWAS)” began with a successful hookup through Craigslist. After a few emails, I met the guy in a parking lot and gave him head in my car. It was exhilarating, but I was hoping for something more spontaneous as well as even more anonymous.The next experience was in an adult video store at the glory hole. It wasn’t as satisfying as I expected having to wait for a booth next to me to become occupied. I not only had to keep feeding in tokkens, but there was also a cover charge.Then, I remembered a story about sex bracelets. It’s a game called “Snap,” classified as a myth or urban legend on most websites. They’re just jelly bracelets that can be purchased in any Walmart. Each different color represents a sex act the wearer is willing to perform. When someone, the snapper, breaks the bracelet isveçbahis off of the wearer’s wrist, the wearer must perform that act. Rumored to have been played by middle-schoolers, there is some evidence that it was also played by college students.I bought several in various colors. Being bisexual, but semi-closeted, I kept them in my car and wore them only when running errands a few towns away from my residence. It certainly made mundane trips more interesting.Wearing 10 bracelets, 2 of each color (black–missionary, blue–blowjob, green–cunnilingus, purple–anal, and clear–anything), I went about my business noting everyone that noticed them. I figured even if nobody played “Snap”, someone would know about the myth and may inquire as to my wearing them. I had scripted answers already prepared for any comment someone could possibly make about the bracelets. Weeks went by and I caught many people eyeing the bracelets, isveçbahis giriş both men and women. Some even struck up conversations with me, mostly men, but never any mention of the bracelets even though they would leer at my wrist.Although, I did wonder if people just thought I looked like a freak being in my early 30’s with long hair wearing jelly bracelets that are a preteen/female fashion. But that didn’t matter. I just needed someone to bring up the topic. My fantasies abounded! Two college girls could bring up the topic to ridicule me then, dare each other to pick a bracelet color. A guy could ask about the bracelets and end up bending me over a car.Finally, I decided to make my intention more prevalant. I added 7 more blue bracelets to my wrist–all the blue I had. Now, there were 17 bracelets on my wrist, 9 of them being blue. I was advertising that I was out to suck a stranger’s cock.A few isveçbahis yeni giriş more weeks went by wearing my new arrangement. There was always a hightened sense of excitement when I wore them, never knowing what sort of interaction they may bring.My patience finally paid a dividend one weekday afternoon. I was standing in line at a Walgreens in Connecticut when the guy in front of me commented, “Nice bracelets.”He was about 5’8 and white with a beard wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. I had noticed him looked back at me and the bracelets a few times, but hadn’t expected a comment while in line. I kind of nodded and mummbled, “thanks.”I was in a fog and barely coherent as the clerk waited on me. Someone had finally made a comment about the bracelets and I couldn’t go through my script with the clerk there and others behind me in line. He would have been perfect since I noticed the ring on his finger. Married guys were the best for quick and anonymous sex and they usually packed a large wad of cum.Exiting the store, the fog lifted when a voice from an older, beatup, Ford F-150 yelled, “Hey bracelets, come here a minute will ya?”I couldn’t believe it.