I met the cute young thing in the whole foods produce section. I put my hand out as we walked to the bathroom, he put the money in it. I opened the men’s room door expecting to find someone in there. It was vacant. We went into the stall. “Take off anything you don’t want to get wet” I told him. He stripped. I climbed up on the toilet, careful to leave my heels and briefcase in the corner of the stall away from where I would be pissing. I lifted my skirt and told him to come have a drink. He lapped at my piss as he stroked his dick. He was cute and young. “I’m gonna come” he said/ “Then come already” I told him. I shot my stream out for him, he lapped at it and came. I put on my shoes, pinched him on the cheek, and strolled out in to the supermarket.
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The Widow Centauri is a professional dominatrix, sex educator, author, and funny person. She currently resides in New Orleans and travels extensively. She has a masters degree in sociology. Having written her thesis on gender neutral language Widow's research focuses on sociolinguistics and LGBT...QIKAP&GQ issues. Her undergraduate degree is in Creative Writing. She is Second City trained in both comedy writing and improvisational performance. View all posts by widowcentauri