You know that one awkward journal entry? Like, the one you feel that you kind of have to write out of obligation, but you don't really have anything to actually write about?
Yup, this is one of those.
Not much to really say other than welcome to ILS' Emporium of Erotica, something that sounded much less lame in my head than it does looking at it on paper. I could theoretically go back to edit it, but I've come so far already, and for every additional word I type, the trip back becomes several characters longer. Especially now, after explaining the problem with going back to edit, I've made the path even longer than it would have initially b