weet bread, soft bread, warm bread - oh bliss! It was almost too much
to bear. He wandered about the dimly lit shop in a combined state of ecstasy
and euphoria, caressing each of the heavenly, baked wonders that fell within
his reach. What a miraculous thing bread was! How most people could be so hung
up on the paltry pleasures offered by mere, vulgar meat was beyond his
understanding. The textures, the smells - and of course the tastes! - that were
the magical results of the baker's craft... well, not even the most supple and
flawless creation of flesh could even begin to compare. He grabbed hold of a
particularly perky-looking dinner roll and rubbed it along his inner thigh. A
delicious thrill traveled up his spine and set off a blue spark in his head. He
never wanted to leave.He had been longing for this moment since he had first discovered the bakery those many long, torturous months ago. As is so often the case, the discovery was made entirely by accident: a series of wrong turns, a panicked search for a recognisable street sign, and then - shazam! The gates of heaven were opened wide before him. The smell had bewitched him before he had caught sight of a single, tantalising loaf. Bakeries of this calibre had always been a rare find, but now - with the current horrifying trend towards pre-sliced, plastic-wrapped, passionless and limpifying mediocrity - they were practically nonexistent outside of fond memories. The whole of this first visit he paced about the shop trembling, desperately trying to keep his hands to himself, while the shop employees eyed him suspiciously. No doubt they thought they had some kind of wacked-out drug addict on their hands. He limited himself to a couple of voluptuous sourdough loaves that time, not wanting to risk any more for fear of making an embarrassing spectacle of himself - and fortunately he did somehow find the strength to maintain his self-control, but only as long as it took him to get back to his car.
He returned after that on a weekly basis: ostensibly to procure more doughy darlings with which to satisfy his lust, but also to gather a thorough knowledge of the premises. Every possible point of entry was examined and considered -- a process made all the easier by an almost complete absence of security precautions. At long last, a workable plan was formulated, and now: here he was, with the entire store to himself.
He lay down on the flour-dusted tile floor, relaxing after a heated workout with a fresh lump of raw cookie dough. He still had several hours before the shop attendants would be arriving for work, but there was so much left for him to experience and explore! And he was determined that every item in the shop, down to the least breadstick, would be glazed by the juices of his ardour by the time it was necessary for him to leave.
Taking a deep breath, he raised himself to his feet and made his way
over to a beckoning cluster of coquettish baguettes.
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