You are sitting home alone, watching TV, reading or doing whatever you do on the puter. But gradually you begin to get the feeling that there's something missing here. The urge to satisfy an itch. At first you're not sure where that itch is coming from but after pacing the floor for a while you begin to realize what is is that you need. No one is home so no one will know.
Still, you feel a little guilty as you sneak into the bedroom, looking over your shoulder to reassure yourself that there still is no one there.You sit on the edge of the bed for a few minutes arguing with yourself about whether you should really do it. Finally, the do it argument wins so you settle back on the bed to better enjoy the experience. You reach out towards the nightstand besides the bed shaking off another round of guilt. You pull the drawer open and slide your hand in, hoping no one has found your treasure and discovered your secret passion. Your hand gropes around and your anticipation mounts as your fingers finally touch the familiar wrap that contains your ultimate source of joy. Your hand wraps around it and you feel it's firmness beneath. You savour the sensations of stroking it gently knowing the pleasure it will afford you. You close your eyes, forgetting all else, and bring it to your nose. You can amell it through the wrap. It makes your mouth water. You lower it to your mouth and allow your teeth to pull on the wrap. The anticipation is overpowering now. Your teeth begin to tear at the wrap. Your whole body is now trembling as your need for fulfillment becomes the only thing on your mind. The wrap is finally torn free and you glimpse the softly rounded contours that will soon bring you total satisfaction. Your fingers gripping it lightly, feeling the soft texture of it's outer layer. You can resist no longer. The strong impulse for oral satisfaction overpowers you and your hand moves towards your mouth again. Your lips open to allow entry then clamp lightly over the smooth roundness. Your body tenses as your glands await that trickle of flavour to wash over them. Man, there's nothin' like an O'Henry to satisfy that craving.