I don’t know why this is. And mind you, it’s not a craving I want to … control. Nosir, I like it. I LIKE this craving.
What’s the craving, you demand to know?
Oral sex.
No, not receiving it. Giving it. To women.
:eek:
No, don’t avert your eyes. This is important! I’ll be strolling down the street, careful to avoid running into parked cars and snipers, and I’ll see alllll these attractive women walking by. Because, you see, Washington is chock full o’ them.
And I’ll think, without thinking too deeply on it, “Say, that looks like a tasty dish!”
And then I mentally slap myself. BAD Dan! Bad bad bad bad! Stop! No, don’t stop walking! Keep walking! Eyes ahead, eyes ahead. One foot in front of the other, keep going, and… good. She’s out of sight. Whew.
Oops! There’s another! “Say, that looks like…” No! Slap! Stop it!
I don’t wanna stop it! You can’t make me, you mean ol’ conscience!
Well, maybe I don’t. But I should behave.
I should behave, but I can dream, can’t I? As long as I don’t hurt myself or others - or worse, embarrass myself! Right? I don’t have a problem. The problem has me!
It’s just that it’s so… so much fun to do! Tasty. Satisfying.