A brisk constitutional through the park today proved most invigorating. I happened upon a young couple quite enamored with one another, which led me to reflect on the nature of possession. Theirs is a transaction of mutual affection, a currency I find rather sentimental. My own arrangements are far more direct. The primal satisfaction of claiming what is mine, of feeling a man's body shudder beneath my own as I take my pleasure, is a purer form of ownership. There is an exquisite honesty in using a strong cock for its intended purpose until it is spent, with no tedious promises required. It is, I believe, a more civilized understanding between the sexes.