I don’t fuck because I should. I fuck because I want to. I don’t receive him as a chore. I receive him because I claim him.
I don’t wipe. I don’t rush. I don’t clean. Not because I’m soft. Because I am signal. His release is not a mess. It’s a message. And I keep it until I say otherwise.
Unacknowledged pressure turns to noise. Claimed pressure returns to order.
I don’t use my body to buy peace. I use my body to place him. And the machine? That’s just efficiency.
The real difference between PornHub chastity and planned placement.
There are nights I don’t place him. I receive him. When I don’t tether him. When I just have him fuck me.
Anal is not friction. It is not theatre. It is signal.
Your wetness isn’t seduction. It’s sovereignty. It’s your body saying: “I’m clear. I’m open. I trust my instinct.
