Lust.

Limbs.

Limbs. Body parts. Like a barbie doll.
What is it about the human anatomy that excites such passion?
Does an artist who appreciates the human body and its natural form become a pervert? What causes a sex addict?
Better yet why is a sex addict a sex addict?
In a civilised society should overt sexual activity be banned?
And finally, why does rape exist and fuels such a motive?

The thing about all those questions is: no one knows. No one. Everyone's answer to those questions would be different, be they developed from society's view on sex, peer pressure or personal pleasure, sex is an intimate action, yet it is also the must publicised.
I mean picking your nose in public doesn't warrant you an offence does it? however sexual intercourse in public does. Understandably some might say with a nod, for if you are to engage in such activity it shopuld be kept in your own bedroom after all shouldnt it? what then of the nose-picker? For surely that too is a gross activity no one wishes to observe.

I am not responsible for the words that are to follow as this story progresses. I am merely the storyteller. I do not put the images or the thoughts in your head. Do not land the controversy at my feet my dear, it is not me commiting these actions, nor me reading these actions. I am merely the storyteller.
Shall we continue or should we shut the door on the human mind's inner confines?
It is your call, your fingers turning the pages, your eyes following the lines.
In the end, they are your limbs.
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I hope no one takes offense of this story, its not really a story as i have no plot outlined for it. Please tell me if this is rubbish or whatever and if you'd like me to take a different approach because i understand this is a sensitive subject. But i wanted to try my hand at something mature after reading my previous cringe worthy stories tbh.
please comment all critisim is much appreciated.
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