I lied to my wife; well sort of. I told her that I was meeting friends from work for lunch,
but what she did not know was that I had canceled those plans. I had something else in mind, but I was loath to do it. It had been a long time, but there is something inside of me, a deep need and desire, that makes me need to do it from time to time.
I drove for a good forty-five minutes, in a very indirect route, in the direction of an adult book store that I had not visited in years. Although I could not remember the last time I tasted cock, it was something I had been craving for a long time.
I backed up against the rear of the building, in an attempt to conceal my license plate, and slipped out of my winter jacket. I took a couple of deep breaths before I exited the car and entered the nondescript building nestled along the side of a major road, while nevertheless remaining discreet.
Aside from the clerk, who was working at the counter, there was one other patron in the shop. He appeared to be friends with the clerk and, more or less, was hanging out. Neither one paid much attention as I purchased my twelve dollar entry fee into the theater. I walked toward the turnstile.