It was getting late, and loneliness was setting in. Memories of past warmth and comfort made him crave that scent, longing for the embrace he so often sought to banish feelings of emptiness. Those desires, driven by his need for connection, needed to be filled.

Should he go it alone at home in an empty house? Or would he give in and visit the dark side? The pleasure place was open; lights beckoned. Again, three times in one week, he went to the dark side, unable to overcome the pull of need.

Spotting the madam’s subtle wink at the counter, he lost control and stepped into the forbidden zone. The smells are intoxicating. All the delightful visions waited, completely unencumbered. Normally, his fantasy involved two, but today the urge was stronger: all four were available. Golden skin. The small pleasure. Each was beautiful, too beautiful to choose just two and leave others alone.

Would it be the plump pair or the longer, slender, delightful pair? He could not control himself, and it was a foursome for tonight with the hopes of filling all his desires. The soft outer surface with the golden complexion, how could you not, the heat radiating from them, and the softness of their exterior waiting to explode with excitement. In a moment of complete lack of sense, he smiled , became all tingly as he enjoyed them all, no guilt, but they were gone, and he smiled. The pao de queijo never disappoints, and until our next encounter, more memories of that moment of four, not two, and the overindulgence of joy.