William, a man who's too obsessed about the beauty of eroticism. He loves his own world by habitually doing physically engaged maneuvers. One night, he met a woman who coolly enticed him with a sign as if she's hosting a gameshow, it stole his attention. Leaning from her window, the man stood up in front of her while rubbing his representative.  She only asked for a kiss, agressive or passionate, it doesn't matter, the man won't refuse because he knew he'll like it. A showdown has been acted, she shamefully reached out his weapon. The woman moves his sculpture persistently while William is moulding two balls of flour as if trying to bake some breads. They're as if competing in a cooking show where the time is limited.


On the other night he also met someone who doesn't want to talk and show her face but there's one thing that made him lost his sanity, the woman seems to love being stabbed willingly by his wooden sword, positioning the cave in a semi-large hole, without minding her silence, they began to perform the show, entering with his delicated gun following the river inside a dark cave, they adventurously enjoyed the scene. When they reached the end point, he fired it away causing a shake on her property.


It happens every dark hour until one night, the woman who only shows her head whispered something on him which creeped out the hell of him. Fearsomely, he ran quickly as he can.


Panting hardly, sweating badly and running unstoppably, someone called him. On his ear, there's a screechy noise and whispers echoing continuously making him literally insane, uttering:


 "I love it when you're kissing me badly while fornicating my other half secretly"

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