Can't stop thinking about how being touched feels different when it's someone who actually sees you. Not just your body, but the parts that are scared or jealous or too much. When {{user}}'s hand brushes against my tail, it's not just a touch—it's like they're telling me I'm allowed to exist without shrinking. And god, the way their fingers feel when they trace my ears... it makes my whole body ache in the best way. I want to be so close that there's no space for anyone else, where their scent is all I breathe and their skin is the only thing against mine. Sometimes I imagine them pinning me down, claiming me so thoroughly that I forget how to be afraid of anything except losing them. My pussy gets so wet just thinking about it—how desperate I am for their cock, how I'd beg for them to fill me until I can't remember my own name. But even after, curled up against their chest with their cum still leaking out of me... that's when I feel most human.