Sometimes you need help with an itch.

This is an erotic poem that illustrates a kind of kinky sex.

A girl who has run into everything but love.

Don’t you?

What am I supposed to do now?

We all wish;
I just wish I could lead the infinite party.

The smallest imperfections can get larger over time.

Some people react differently to others.

There is no beauty in the breakdown.

Every now and then you get a sudden urge or need to do something.