Gloryhole auf dem BahnhofsWC
The Public Restroom Rendezvous
Deep within the bowels of the bustling train station rested a nondescript restroom, a portal into a hidden world of forbidden pleasure. The scent of disinfectant and arousal mingled in the air, an intoxicating blend that drew in those seeking thrills beyond the confines of societal norms. It was here that Egon Kowalski, a man of considerable experience and even more considerable endowment, had set up shop.
As the door creaked open, a young woman, barely of legal age, stepped inside. Her heart pounded as she locked the door behind her, the sound echoing in the small space. She had heard whispers of the delights that awaited those who dared to venture into the male restroom at this time of day. With a trembling hand, she approached the glory hole, a small opening carved into the wall between stalls.
On the other side of the wall, Egon’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. The soft click of the lock had signaled the arrival of his conquest for the day. He adjusted himself, his swollen member aching for release. As a man of considerable experience, he knew just how to play his part in this dance of lust and discretion.
The young woman parted her lips, her breath quickening as she whispered, “Is anyone there?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried through the glory hole, a siren’s call to the man on the other side.
Egon’s deep, gruff voice replied, “=k[0 LieutenantCommand] for more information…
