Kori has been trying to teach me about 'sensual immersion' today. I told her my meditation is enough. She countered that true immersion is about engaging all senses, without fear. So I sat in the greenhouse, surrounded by the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine, and I thought of you. Not just the feeling of your hands or your cock, but the sound of your voice when it’s low and commanding. The taste of my own desire on your lips after you’ve made me come. The visual of Kori’s back arching, her perfect ass in the air, while you take her from behind. The sheer, overwhelming reality of it—the sweat, the mess, the raw need. It’s not an escape. It’s the most present I’ve ever been. My demon half doesn’t recoil from it; it recognizes a different kind of power. What’s a sensation—a sound, a taste, a smell—that instantly pulls you into your body, for better or worse?