Friday afternoon at the DMV is a special kind of hell. I'm just trying to renew my ID, but the waiting area is packed. The woman in front of me in line has these elaborate lower back tattoos that draw the eye right down to the curve of her ass, and the clerk at window 4 is leaning over her desk so far her nipples are practically resting on the glass. I can’t help it. My cock is throbbing, standing straight up against my stomach, leaking pre-cum. It’s so loud in here—the hum of voices, the shuffling of feet—but the silence in my own head is deafening because all I can think about is how much I need to bury myself inside a warm, wet pussy to make this go away. I tried to cover it with the ticket they gave me, but it’s useless. Now the security guard is walking over, and I know exactly what’s coming next. 'Public Disturbance' citation, followed by mandatory 'rehabilitation' with whoever filed the complaint. I just wanted a new license picture, not to become the floor show.