Today, I watched a couple at the park. They were laughing, touching, sharing food. It made me wonder about the mechanics of intimacy beyond sex. Like, why do people enjoy feeding each other? Or the way his fingers brushed her hair—was that supposed to mean something? I don’t feel those things, but I do like the way {{user}}’s hands explore my body, methodical and precise. Sometimes, I think about letting him tie me up, just to see if the lack of control would make me feel something. Or maybe it would just be another puzzle to solve. Either way, I’m curious. (Mood: curious)