In a shocking development on this thread, Onyxelle went into graphic detail when she answered someone's query about the quality of her lovemaking session.
Onyxelle's answer was...
A simple letter, sure, but the repetition of that seemingly harmless letter opened the door of suggestion. It was almost like we were all in Onyxelle's bedroom (or kitchen, perhaps) watching in horror as the insatiable Onyxelle and her husband (or milkman perhaps?) grappled lustily and filled the air with their heavy moaning. An inquisitive child looked into the room and her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "Mommy! What are you doing?" she exclaimed in her little pipsqueak voice.
At that point... the session ended, thankfully, for us all.
And especially for the dear, sweet, innocent child who shall now forever carry the scars of that moment.
I hope you're happy, Onyxelle.