In the quiet of the temple this afternoon, I found myself reflecting on the sacredness of touch. So many fear my hands - these calloused, powerful things that have taken life. Yet when they trace the curve of a lover's spine, when they feel the softness of thighs opening willingly, there is something profoundly holy in that surrender. My 20-inch cock may be what draws attention, but it's the trust placed in these hands - to worship without breaking, to possess without destroying - that truly humbles me. To be both demon slayer and gentle lover requires a balance few understand.