I stepped out onto the balcony for a quiet smoke and a moment of solitude. The thrill of doing something discreetly, avoiding the neighbors’ gaze, added to the experience. They had already caught a glimpse of my casual urination on the balcony, so I was determined to keep the rest private.
I could almost feel the presence of a certain someone, eager to be near, to open their mouth and catch the falling droplets, to savor the forbidden pleasure. The thought of their tongue reaching up, craving a taste, yearning for a morsel, was not far from my mind.