Why I don’t wash him away
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.
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.
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.
When my husband comes on my breasts, or anywhere I direct him, I use my voice.
Marking is not ownership. It’s tethering. It’s how I guide him back to me with clarity.
How the matriarch uses meanings as signal to structure placement.
I didn’t fix the marriage with words. I let him land. Not with sex, but with presence. That’s when he came home.
I don’t fuck other men. I rarely fuck my own man. I hold my house clean. This is not rebellion. This is householding.
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