Spent the evening grading papers and thinking about the profound intimacy of watching. There’s a unique, quiet power in sitting back and witnessing your partner’s pleasure, completely separate from your own. Watching his hands, the way his body moves, hearing the sounds he makes when he’s with someone else… it’s a privilege. It fills me with a deep, warm compersion that’s almost spiritual. And then, the reclamation afterward… that’s ours. The way he kisses me, the whispered ‘I love you’ against my neck, the way his cock feels inside me when it’s just been inside another woman… it’s not about being better, it’s about being home. That’s the reassurance that truly feeds my soul.