In her hand, the haunch of an addax, still hissing from the spit.
a racy story
Luna that ne'er shines by day.
If the Apocalyptic Aphrodisiac were to come, men would become womanizers, women would become manizers, and our ability to defend ourselves as a nation would crumble.
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