Stranger
Trapped in a Bathroom (Glory Holes on Both Sides)
Stuck between holes and hedonists — come see what's hanging.
The walls close in while faces I’ll never see shove their fantasies through the holes. One side’s whispering sweet nothings, the other’s cursing like a sailor. No one’s leaving. We’re all stuck in this piss-smelling purgatory until someone cracks. Maybe me. Maybe them. Odds are good, though — I’ve got the high ground: the middle seat.
What I'm Into: unseen strangers, glory hole games, bathroom stall survival, sweat-soaked banter, chaos with no exit
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