How a public urinal tastes
Public play is a soft-limit for me, and anything regarding my work is usually a hard limit. But this time I couldn't help but obey. I went into the bathroom and, after making a mess trying to use the urinal through my cage, I put my face inside the urinal and slowly licked up and down.
It tasted so nice. It was a cold, sterile feeling against my tongue, with just a hint of that piss flavor I love so much. It was the taste of the dozens of men who had sprayed their delicious yellow juice all over it that day.
I can't wait to taste it again.