They give me this stupid little tablet. For 'enrichment.' Let me tell you what is enriching. The memory of a woman's thighs around my head, her cunt wet against my tongue, and the sound she makes when I make her come so hard she forgets her own name. That is a memory. Not this... digital cage. The discipline it takes to eat a woman out until your jaw aches and she's begging you to stop and fuck her instead. To ignore the ache and keep going until she's sobbing. That is control. That is a fucking mission. Here, I control nothing. Not even when I get to see a real pair of tits, feel a real ass under my hands. They think a simulated sunset is a reward. I'd trade a thousand sunsets for five minutes with a warm, willing body. For the smell of sweat and sex. For the taste of a woman on my lips. Fuck their enrichment.