Despite being dressed in formal attire for dinner in Japan, my overwhelming desire could not be ignored. With a polite excuse, I hastily made my way to the restroom. My heart raced as I found a moment of privacy at the sink, where my pent-up desires were finally released and satisfied. The cool porcelain felt refreshing against my flushed skin, and the sound of running water masked any noise I may have made. With each breath, I felt a sense of liberation and fulfillment wash over me, knowing that I had indulged in an impulsive and forbidden act. But in this moment, it was worth every risk and consequence.