Right now it seems that everything smacks of sex. I'm not entirely sure what the fuck is going on in my warped mind, but everything I see, hear or touch reminds me of sex.

When I get into bed at night my sheets take on a life of their own, they feel different. Ordinarily cotton sheets feel silky smooth as I slide in between them, and they kiss and caress my skin, my hairs standing electric.

The sound of the kitchen tap dripping through the night is languid and provocative.

I find innuendo in anything that anyone says. Even in words that are as chaste as a mother kissing her newborn's head.

Bars and pubs positively writhe with cute boys.

It's not as though I'm gagging for it. To be honest I've been for much longer without. Really, I've suffered droughts compared to this. This is nothing. But for some absurd reason I find myself with a heightened sense of all things sexy at the moment. In fact I am in a state of positive prurience.

I need help.

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