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Butt Doilies rock!
They create the security blanket between you and what ever disease or disgusting funkiness that resides on that plastic public horseshoe of a toilet seat. No need to balance your hovering ass on high heeled feet and right angled legs, just sit down on the paper and let the warm nuisance sprinkle out.
Jasmine pulled out a doily and placed it down around the seat, framing her target with a safety seal. She pushed her pants down to her knees, making sure her thumbs caught her panties, dragging them down too.
Gravity did the rest.
Her ass pressed against the paper and split open her undercarriage over the watery basin.
Sapphire looked around. She felt awkward being alone with herself. She started reading the scratched poetry on the walls of the stall.
“Here I sit, broken hearted. Tried to shit, but only farted.”
“I lived and learned, then got stoned and forgot.”
“MANNY SUCKS COCK!!!!!!!”
Not quite Pulitzer prize material, but it distracted her eyes and occupied her mind. Her focus deflected, she felt safe and relaxed, listening to the echoing splash of her piss stream.
She emptied out, kind of surprised she had that much in her.
She balled up some tissue and wiped from front to back, just like her mother taught her when she was 3. Pulling up her pants, she thought about the trifecta of fast food outlets that filled the lobby.
“I hope he’s hungry.” She said out loud.
She waved her hands under the faucet and forced its automatic flow. No soap, just a casual rinse off and a damp fingered splash to her bangs. She almost body kissed a middle aged soccer mom as she turned to leave. For a brief second Sapphire glanced into her eyes and slid down their mind funnel. She saw three kids, a Doberman and a lean chiseled Pilates instructor that filled the gaps her inattentive husband left on his career path. Sapphire shuddered with cold contempt.
“Fuck that,” she thought, “Why pretend to settle on one dick?”
She was going to taste a bunch of them, in all their throbbing saltiness, but when she found the right one, there would be no pretending. She wasn’t going to fuck it up. It wasn’t like she needed a man. She just knew that somewhere out there, a man existed that was more than a life support system for a cock. There had to be at least one man that would unlock the jaded cell of her heart. Her mother had to be wrong. She had to be. Sapphire had tried to be a lesbian. She really did. Women were so beautiful and soft. She even adored the firm shapeliness of breasts, but it just wasn’t there. She wanted a man, with all his imperfections. Strong shouldered, he would wrap her firmly as they made love and make her feel embraced. He would cuddle and laugh at her jokes but leave abruptly to conquer the world, not forgetting to kiss her passionately before he did.
Yeah right.
A girl can dream can’t she?
Right now all she had was Five Hairs. He had potential. After all, he had convinced her to double back towards home and he had such passion for the puffin. A man with passion is a good thing.
Maybe he had passion for other things, like tongue circling her clitoris till she came.
Maybe for cuddling and pillow talk.
Maybe for buying two cheeseburgers so he could share.
Maybe it was just a passion for the puffin and that would have to suffice