How he returned me to Lai Yin — and why I’m sharing this. This isn’t kink. This isn’t porn. It’s the true story of a man dismantling his identity to restore his woman to full rule.
I know he’s hard. I let him be. JNcQUOI. Lisbon. Beautiful women. Live heat. But I don’t flinch because his erection fuels my power. Not theirs.
Does a placed man’s semen taste better? Yes. A placed man. A governed man, a held man; doesn’t just feel different. His semen shifts. His chemistry shifts. And a woman’s body reads that.
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.
I don’t let him see me naked I don’t walk naked through my house. I don’t undress in front of him unless it’s placement. Sight is a signal — and I don’t waste signal.