I am a woman.
I am a matriarch.
I run my house.
I direct my man.
I place my man.
I receive my man.
That’s householding.
Not cuckolding.
Cuckolding is sleeping with other men, with your husband’s knowledge, with or without alignment.
That’s not what I’m doing here
I don’t fuck other men.
I rarely fuck my own man; because now I don’t get fucked anymore.
Unless I direct.
I sleep with my husband.
I love my husband.
I keep him close.
I keep him complete.
But nobody fucks me.
Unless I say so.
I don’t outsource what belongs in my house.
I build my domain.
I hold his orbit.
I direct his climax.
I receive it.
That’s mine.
I’ve kissed girls.
I liked it. A lot.
And I may again, but it won’t be behind my husband’s back or without alignment.
That’s not because I need permission.
That’s because I hold my house clean.
I hold myself clean.
This is householding.
Not a performance.
Not entertainment.
Not rebellion.
Householding is not cuckolding.
It’s authority.
It’s clarity.
It’s placement.
And it’s mine.
