A man smelling a woman's behind.

This photo has a poetic language that described the inspiration for the artwork. And put under the erotica tub on a website where writers and readers are homing.

It's sensual.

The creator of this seductive artwork is readily apparent. Before he decided to reveal his dark side, which he looked to as his escape and freedom, he was a lovely, compassionate, modest, and spiritual writer.

His contents have been this way for weeks: appease some perverted eyes, tickle some mutual buddies, and raise an eyebrow from a stranger. This strange one complained about how awful the creator feeds his audience taboo, repulsive, and unsettling photographs, barking up the wrong tree. He was doubting his autonomy.

IT'S ON EROTICA TUB. Tell me which part of that you don't understand.

He makes a valid point, but nobody can just show up out of nowhere with a to-do list. It's funny how people nowadays can say with such assurance that something is merely a pack of ice while in reality it's just the tip of the iceberg.

Owing to the creator, he wasn't responsible for what his viewers should see on the website. Yet I know he was.

The discussion was overflowing with vehement disagreements and combative language that clearly ignored the chance to comprehend other points of view.



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