In case you are not familiar with the concept of a danger wank it is basically masturbating in a place or at a time when there is a perceived risk of being caught. Whether you get to orgasm, well I guess that depends on a lot of things but then intention is certainly meant to be there.
The changing rooms
I was trying on underwear in John Lewis changing rooms (for the Murricans think Macy’s) I had matching sets, a couple of red ones, a purple and a black. One of the red sets just looked amazing and so I snapped a picture a sent it to my then partner. Within moments he had replied
“Fucking hell! Where are you?”
I told him and he replied saying he wished he was in the area, he would come and help with the fastenings. I told him I was doing fine on my own and there was a lovely lady to help me if I needed. He went quiet and so I got on with trying on the other sets. I was just contemplating myself in the black lace when my phone pinged again
“Make yourself cum and send me a picture”
The changing room had a chair and those triple mirrors that are one in front and two on either side positioned so you can see yourself in all of them in your stand in the middle. It also had one of the locker room style doors where you latch it shut rather than just a curtain.
I did put my clothes back on first, positioned the chair so I could see myself and then spread my legs wide and rubbed my clit. I have always loved watching myself and this space seemed perfectly designed to give me the best view possible. The result was it didn’t take me long. I took the picture with the remains of my orgasm still making my cunt twitch. A reflection shot, in mirror you can see my, skirt hitched up, knickers pulled to one side, my cunt expose, glistening with my juices. Sadly the image not longer exists, lost somewhere in one of the many phone changes since then but the memory remain vivid in my mind.
The woods
One of my favourite places in the world is walking in woodlands. As I wrote in this post, Life on Earth, I definitely have an affinity with trees and the woods. There is something about the woods that I just find calming and restorative no matter the season. Even the depth of winter there is still a beauty to a woodland. The way the low sunlight cuts through the leafless trees, or how the frost clings to the everything. Even on wet and muddy days the woods feel alive, if you listen well you can almost hear them breathing as they slumber. If there is ever a place that I am having a long standing romance with it is the woods. The result is that many a woodland has been witness to my orgasm over the years. There is something special about wanking in the woods, it feels raw and powerful. it feels very about me and my body and it’s relationship with the natural world. As a result t is probably one of my favourite places to indulge in such activities.
The graveyard
Oh the graveyard. Yes, let’s. In the graveyard. Would you like to watch me? Dress hitched up, knickers tugged to one side, there are flowers, grass, it is peaceful, it is beautiful it is marriage between humans and nature but everywhere beneath is death. Would you like to watch me defy death with a life affirming orgasm? It’s OK if not, I have plenty of witnesses slumbering beneath the earth, shift in their graves. I know it’s wrong and bad imagining them hearing me, seeing me, smelling me but I don’t care. It is for those exact reasons why it is hot to me. It is perverse to be turned on here, to want to touch myself, to make myself come. I have done it before and I look forward to having a danger wank in a graveyard again. I am dirty like that.
The car-park
I have to be honest, I have had a few wanks in my car over the years. Including one parked in a side road waiting to collect my kids from school. This was back in the early days of my online explorations and I had spent the afternoon exchanging messages with someone. I guess I had been edging all afternoon but then suddenly realised I was going to late for collecting my offspring if I didn’t leave. Luckily traffic was light and I actually got to the school with time to spare. I used those precious few moments to rub one out.
On another occasion when Michael was still living in the USA he had set me a task to go to my local DIY store and buy something I could wank with. After a lot of wandering around B & Q looking at the handles of various tools I finally discovered this torch that quite frankly to this day I am convinced the casting for it doubled up as one for a dildo.
I made my purchase and returned to me car, wiggled my jeans down and used the handle of the torch to fuck myself to orgasm. It was hard to sit in my car in this car park looking normal whilst out of sight from everyone else I had my legs spread and cunt full. I did have pause on at least one occasion as a man returning to his car walked right beside mine. I was so damn nervous someone would notice but that coupled with it being a task was all part of the turn on and I came super quick. I did manage to remember to get a couple of images as instructed and those have survived.
The hopefuls
The woods and more graveyards I know will happen. They are too delicious for their very different reasons not to indulge time and again but there are other places I have always wanted to have a danger wank in.
Whilst I think it is nigh on impossible joining the mile high club these days I totally think having a cheeky wank is achievable, especially if you have a window seat and the person sitting next to you is an accomplice. I am determined to achieve this one day. Same goes for a train, one day!
I have never done it on a beach or in the sea. It would need to be one of quiet secluded coves you find in parts of Greece maybe but I can imagine laying in the sun reading some filthy fiction and knocking one out to the sounds of the sea lapping at the shore.
I have never done it in the toilet. I have done things with partners but never had a public toilet danger wank. There is something seedy about it that appeal to me. The idea that others would come and ago around you oblivious to you frantically rubbing your clit as they had their pee, washing their hands. Can they smell me? Did I accidentality just make a noise? Is the person in the cubical next door doing it too?
I think I just like the idea of doing it when I am not supposed to. Even at home I have to admit I am rather fond a sneaky wank. In my office watching porn or in the shower. I have been known to wank silently in bed whilst a partner sleeps soundly next to me. You are not supposed to and that is definitely a big part of why I love a danger wank.
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Ah I love this post because it’s so different to my own, but in my post I said I totally get why it’s hot and you’ve outlined that perfectly. Your post is hot, it makes my brain go ‘wow yeah that good stuff’ so it’s weird that my body just goes ‘nope, not into it’ 😅
This all sounds so hot and yet I still nope out of it all!