At a friend's house, a night of laughter and soda. Everything was going well until I felt that sudden tightening in my stomach, the one that gives no warning and doesn't wait. I excused myself with a smile and ran to the hall bathroom, the one they use for guests. It was spotless, as if no one had ever touched it: gleaming tiles, the toilet bowl shining in the light. I pulled down my pants and sat on the cold bowl, letting out a sigh of relief as my body was released.

But then, as the sound of running water and the familiar smell spread, something changed. My eyes fell on the rim of the bowl, that smooth, white curve that had sustained so many before me. I thought of my friends, their partners, the casual visitors who had p*ssed by. How many *sses had grazed that surface? The thought washed over me like a warm wave, awakening a forbidden desire I didn't know I had.

My hands trembled as I touched the rim. I leaned forward and brought my mouth closer. First, a shy kiss, tasting the cold porcelain against my lips. The taste was neutral at first, almost nonexistent, but my mind transformed it: salty, earthy, an echo of all those anonymous bodies. I l*cked with my tongue flat, tracing the rim as if it were the skin of an unknown lover. The thought of all those people sitting there, leaving their invisible mark, excited me in a dark, visceral way.

I sucked harder, sucking on the rim as if I could extract its secrets. My body responded, a heat rising from my groin, the contrast between dirty and clean driving me crazy. I imagined their laughter in the living room, oblivious to what was happening here, in their perfect bathroom. I l*cked deeper, exploring the inner curve, feeling the rough texture under my tongue. It was addictive, that taboo that no one would admit, but that consumed me at that moment.

Finally, I sat up panting, wiping myself with a tissue as a blush rose to my cheeks. I left the bathroom as if nothing had happened, joining the conversation again. But in my mind, that bathroom was no longer pristine; it was now mine, marked by my secret desire. And every time I return to that house, I'll know the toilet awaits me, with its silent stories ready to be savored again

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