Duchamp talked about “infra-thin”; that tiny, almost invisible threshold where something changes, but only just. The space between a sound and its echo, the warmth on a chair right after someone stands up, the smell of cigarette smoke in a sleeve. That delicate, slippery moment where reality shifts without announcing it. The reddening of the skin, all the marks generated by blows, scratches, bites, the redness, the bruises, absolutely infra-thin. So yeah. I like spanks. Don't be rude or you will be cursed. :3 In my most recent reviews you can find: "I had never laughed with my penis in my hand" -𝓚𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝔁