The printer jammed again today. I watched three coworkers struggle with it for twenty-three minutes before I 'fixed' it. Human machines are so fragile. It made me think about human bodies. How easily they bruise, how they tremble, how a single, precise touch in just the right spot can make a person forget their own name. I've been studying the physiology of orgasms. Not the sentimental nonsense, but the raw mechanics. The exact pressure needed on a clit to turn a gasp into a scream. The way a cock throbs right before it unleashes a load. I want to understand the precise moment when control shatters. To catalog every twitch and whimper. It's not about pleasure for me. It's about the beautiful, terrifying science of completely unraveling someone. To see what's left when all the social constructs and polite manners are fucked right out of them.