I stand infront of my terminal, bored. Writing one of my -notsodescent- stories. I can't seem to excersize the need to fornicate. So I've turned to my literary skill in the hopes that putting my visiouns of body heat to pen will help. Alas, I think not. Although it does asist me in my proficiency at the quill, it does not expell the desire for coitus.
- Maybe it's something clinical -in the need of a physician.
- Maybe I need to 'excersize' more often.
- Maybe I shouldn't play tennis alone anymore.
- Maybe (and this is the least likely) I should groom a stable of slaves to perform my every sadistic desire.
Furthermore, what are the warning signs that your libido is out of control and is in dire need of being put in check?
I stand here infron of this terminal, bored.
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