Two shadowy figures meet. Are they conjurers of black magic, quietly provoking the natural world, or simply engaged in some private fetish play?

We need to have an erotic encounter, but arrived in Bogota without our gear. In the rain, we stop at a pharmacy storefront...

I think about fag face sometimes when a cock is in my mouth, or an ass is pressed against my head, or cum runs down my chin...

He has manic-hope-vision and sees only good news: Pure Liquid Gold. He sees right past the warning: tea tree oil can be fatel [sic] if ingested.

"Chronicles of the Cetian System - year 3475 - day 687 - Document XXXZ6873984..."