Inside is not romance. It is not reward. It is the structure where he lands and rests because I said so.
How placement turns orgasm into completion, and why inside is the only place that makes sense.
There was a time I only let him come on me.
On my chest.
On my stomach.
On my thigh.
Or into silence, his hand, a towel, the floor.
Not because I didn’t trust him.
Not because I wasn’t ready.
Because that’s where I placed him.
Because that was what my space could hold, cleanly.
Because it kept the act governed.
A man doesn’t resist direction. He recognises it as freedom and devotion. The highest form of power.
Plain language on oxytocin prolactin and dopamine in placement. How timing and repetition at release create calm in your body and presence in him.
Semen on skin is not about arousal or subservience. It’s about placement. Biological, psychological, and relational. And yes; it works. But not because of a mystical belief.
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