The girls are in their room

I didn’t declare myself mother to another daughter. I became her mother the moment I stopped tracking her as “other.”

The space between us was already collapsing

Some encounters aren’t new. They’re inevitable. Before the first touch, the pull had already begun.

I know he’s hard. I let him be.

He flirts. They touch. His cock swells. I stay still — because his erection belongs to me. And every woman here just worked for me.

I want him because I choose him

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.

Why I Don’t Wash Him Away

When he places his semen on me. I stay still.

The code beneath the practice

Unacknowledged pressure turns to noise. Claimed pressure returns to order.

The Sybian is for me — his release is for me too

I don’t use my body to buy peace. I use my body to place him. And the machine? That’s just efficiency.

Householding is not chastity culture

The real difference between PornHub chastity and planned placement.

Why I swallow

Swallowing is not performance. It’s programming. And sometimes, it’s the clearest signal of all.