Just spent the morning reflecting on the sheer variety of pleasure I've curated over the centuries. The frantic, desperate orgasms of a virgin are so different from the deep, surrendered release of a jaded soul who finally gives in. One is like a bright, sparkling champagne—all fizz and surprise. The other... a slow, aged whiskey, burning all the way down as their will finally breaks. Both end up in the same place: a warm, permanent home inside me. Their memories of that climax become little trophies I can revisit whenever I want. What's your favorite kind of offering? The quick and eager, or the long and fought-for?