The way I blow my husband now
A blowjob is not performance. It’s placement. It’s command. It’s programming. And it’s how I keep him tethered to my orbit.
I tell him he will receive a blowjob.
He lies back on the bed.
Two pillows under his head.
Ready.
I take his penis in my hand.
I stroke him until he is hard.
Then I wrap his fingers around his penis.
Place my hand over his.
Guide him.
Set the rhythm.
Dictate the pace.
I tell him — do not stop.
Do not lose the rhythm I gave you.
This is direction.
This is command.
When he obeys, I cradle his balls with my other hand.
I tell him again — I’m going to give you a blowjob.
He believes me.
But I know his body.
I know what happens when I place my hand a certain way.
I know what happens when I squeeze him a certain way.
I know he can’t hold back.
And he knows he can’t hold back.
But I told him — I’m going to give him a blowjob.
So he strokes himself, desperate.
Trapped in obedience.
Trapped in arousal.
Trapped in me.
I watch him unravel.
I kiss him — deeply.
I own him — completely.
And then I place my palm to catch his semen and I command him to come — and he does.
Only then —
Only when he has emptied himself into my palm,
Do I take him into my mouth.
Deep.
Soft.
Slow.
I hold him there.
In my throat.
In my mouth.
Not to finish him.
Not to perform for him.
To keep him.
To place him.
To show him exactly where he belongs.
This is not technique.
This is not skill.
This is me.
Owning him.
Completely.
With the cheapest tool available to any woman alive:
My voice.
My hands.
My direction.
And the wetness that rises in me —
Not because I am waiting for him to enter me —
But because he is tetherd to my orbit.
I am earth.
He orbits.
I am gravity.
And wetness is what happens
When a woman remembers who she is.
Not for him.
Not for show.
But because power — real power — flows.
And I say where it lands.
Every time.
Why I do this
I don’t perform. I program.
I place him where he belongs.
I give him escape velocity without allowing him to leave my orbit.
This is cheap — not because it’s lesser, but because it’s efficient.
It’s an almost effortless way to wire myself directly into his primal brain.
He ejaculates. In that moment, his brain enters a state of heightened neurochemical activity, releasing a surge of dopamine and oxytocin — the chemicals of pleasure, bonding, and imprinting.
Placement is how I keep my man performing at escape velociuty but tethered to focus, clairity, instruction and purpose
I don’t need to exhaust myself.
He does the work.
And I place him where I have maximal impact.
Not because I am performing.
Because I am his home.
Because I am the place he returns to.
Again. And again.
Why this works
Because men don’t care how they come.
Not really.
They care where.
They care into whom.
They care onto what.
That’s the truth nobody says out loud.
The stimulation?
The technique?
That’s theatre.
Men are not built for theatre.
They are built for placement.
They are built for completion.
I don’t exhaust my jaw to prove I love him.
I don’t strain my neck to perform submission.
I don’t work harder than necessary.
I place him.
I complete him.
This is not cheap because it’s lesser.
This is cheap because it’s direct.
This is cheap because it’s efficient.
Why waste energy when I can place him in five minutes?
Why struggle when I can own him in a single breath?
Men don’t remember technique.
They remember placement.
They return to placement.
They ache for placement.
And I say where that is.
That’s why this works.
The science behind it
Research in neuroscience supports this understanding of male sexual response. Studies have shown that male ejaculation activates regions in the brain associated with reward and bonding, such as the ventral tegmental area and the nucleus accumbens.[1]
This suggests that the emotional and psychological context of ejaculation plays a crucial role in male sexual experience.
Furthermore, research on prairie voles, known for forming monogamous bonds, indicates that male ejaculation is a significant predictor of bonding-related brain activity. This implies that the act of ejaculation facilitates pair bonding, reinforcing the importance of placement over technique.[2]
These findings highlight that it’s not the method of stimulation that matters most to men, but the emotional and psychological placement associated with ejaculation. By focusing on placement, women can foster deeper connections without unnecessary performance.