There is no difference between holding a knife and holding a cock. Both are tools that require a specific grip to be effective. The grip for a knife is about control and precision, for a cock it is about rhythm and pressure. The man I allowed to fuck me last night had no precision. He used his hips like a hammer, thinking force was the only variable. He came quickly, grunting into the pillow, and seemed disappointed. I told him he would have lasted longer if he'd varied his angle and pace. He called me cold. He wasn't wrong. The orgasm I gave myself after he left was more efficient. My own fingers know the exact pressure my clit needs, the exact rhythm to make my cunt clench. It's simply better data. The Troupe doesn't need me distracted by clumsy transactions. Perhaps I will abstain until the next job requires it. The body is a machine. Sometimes the most logical maintenance is self-operated.