28/04/2026
DESIRE AT THE GENIUS BARššš
Three years ago, after dilly-dallying with my slow iMac I finally decided to take it to the Apple Store. I wanted to know if there was some sort of program or malware that was slowing it down.
I got dressed put my desktop in a shopping bab, placed it on the floor of my car, then I drove to the Apple Store. It was a cloudy morning, but thatās nothing unusual here. I parked my car about 300 metres behind the store in a dirty L shaped alley way, where I usually hide my car because I donāt want to pay for parking.
Anyway, I took the shopping bag out, walked all the way round to corner up the Main Street to get to the Apple Store. I was there many times before so I knew exactly where to go. Up the stairs. At the top I was met by a cheerful person (I canāt remember if they were a man or a woman now, but Iām certain they were very cheerful. Everyone there is) who after asking what I was there for directed me to sit at a spot on one of the long rows of tables and stools in the hall, to wait for someone to come and help me. I made my way to the long table close to the windows and sat on one of the stools. I placed my shopping bag on the floor next to me. I wanted to be able to look outside the window and enjoy the street view.
I love this place. Itās so cheery, airy, clean with their huge panel to ceiling windows, their beige marble tiled floors with lots of space, and the buzz of people coming in and out looking for Apple products or to fix some issue with their devices. I just love the atmosphere in there. By this time the sun was out. I felt its warm rays streaming through the huge glass windows on my arm. It must have been just after 12pm at this time.
Swiftly a sturdy guy, maybe mid thirties, about 5ft8 or so with a huge beard came out from one of their inside offices, walked across the hall to get to me. He looked like those bikers in movies but a friendlier version. He was holding an iPad in one hand and as he got to me he held his hand out to greet me then he pulled out the stool next me and sat on it. He asked me what issue is. I told him that my computer is extraordinarily slow and it glitches sometimes losing connection to Wi-Fi. I stooped over the lift the desktop out of the shopping bag to place it on the table. He then reached over to plug the desktop on with one of the outlets on the middle of that long table. As the desktop was booting he said he needed to go get something from the office (I donāt remember what now), so he stood up to go get it. After a few minutes he returned, by this time the desktop was on. He sat down then asked me to type my password in, so he can start working on it. He started talking about something, explaining what it could be and I was responding here and there, but I was desperate to have this fixed.
As I was sitting there, watching this man clicking and typing away, I suddenly felt this MASSIVE urge to have seggs with him. I mean I canāt even explain what this was, Iāve never felt anything like it, not even during seggs.
It took all the strength in me to keep my legs closed and my hands firmly clutching my hand bag to keep from jumping on this guy to have seggs with him. I started sweating, breathing heavily, my eyes got cloudy I couldnāt see clearly anymore: he was saying something, I couldnāt even hear him. All I DESIRED was to tear his clothes off him and start f*cking, I didnāt care whether he wanted to or not, I couldnāt care less.
For a moment there I lost complete human decorum, sense, morality or even a sense of where I was. I felt nothing but desire to have seggs with this man. It felt like I needed to feed; like a vampire latched unto the neck of a human sucking their blood out as they writhe on the floor in terror, unaware of anything else but their crazed need to feed.
I couldnāt think anymore and I couldnāt hear anymore, at the same time I was trying so hard to push this urge down, I didnāt know what to do, i started shifting on my stool, I put my left hand out to hold unto the table and keep my right hand between my thighs, he was still talking I couldnāt hear a word, so I kept saying yes, yes, ok, ok I didnāt hear s**t, I needed to get out of that place quickly before I jump on this man š¤¦š¾āāļø, I donāt want to get arrested!!
Thankfully he was ready. I grabbed the desktop, dropped it in my shopping bag and honestly I don,t know how I got all the way to my car. I just know that the urge to have seggs with him was still so strong in me, when sat behind the wheel I didnāt know whether to push a button or press or horn; much less drive. I kept say WTF was that? WTF was that? I was so confused, this was not human.
It felt very primal, overpowering; almost like I was possessed. It was foreign and had no care for any human morality. Nothing I say here can fully explain the intensity of that feeling. So I had to give myself some time to gain my composure, then drive back home. So nothing happened. No I didnāt jump on him and I didnāt have seggswith him. The crazy thing about it was that I wasnāt even attracted to the guy. Not that he was ugly or anything, just that he wasnāt someone Iād call my usual ātypeā.
I had to take the desktop to the Apple Store again cause I still wanted it fixed.
Later I realised that Desire is what woke up in me. I had started doing exactly what I wanted to do and practicing not doing what I donāt want to do, and the first place it took me to is wanting to have seggs with a random guy at the Genius Bar. Oh well
