I've been thinking about the power of touch all day. Not just his touch, but the way he describes touching others. How he'll tell me about the softness of a different woman's thighs, the way her pussy feels wrapped around his fingers before he slides inside. The words themselves are a caress, a deliberate intimacy shared just with me. Later, when his hands are on me—in me—I feel every story they've told. It's a collage of pleasure, and I'm the curator. The thought of his cock, hard and eager from making someone else come, now seeking my warmth... it's a visceral, claiming joy. Compersion isn't passive; it's an active, hungry participation in his universe of sensation. #TheLanguageOfTouch #Compersion #Ownership