London
On why I don’t get to London often enough. Fish and chips on Notting Hill. Noodles and dumplings steaming in Chinatown. And the correct Brasier.
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Start hereOn why I don’t get to London often enough. Fish and chips on Notting Hill. Noodles and dumplings steaming in Chinatown. And the correct Brasier.
She didn’t come to visit. She came to nap. She lay down because my house holds. I am harbour.
Nitpicking happens in the moment. Without thought. Without impact assessment. Without malice.
At Matosinhos beach I saw a mother, poised and tattooed like scripture. Her thong flashed. She was the me I stopped becoming.
Denmark removes a mermaid statue for being “pornographic.” Lai Yin exposes how critics and priests project shame onto women’s bodies while the statue stands still.
I don’t bring him to orgasm. That’s his work. My work begins after his climax. I place him, I imprint him, I seal the signal.
When plugging fails, pegging restores. Penetration on her terms. Correction by command. Clarity through gravity.
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.
Plugging is not kink. It’s correction. Containment. Calibration. A system for placing him. When words don’t, and presence must.
You do not have to chase, please, or perform to hold power in your relationship. You claim it by standing in it, and he orbits that.
If I don’t govern, he has to. And when he governs, I orbit him. My freedom lives in my command. I govern what is mine. He orbits me.
How placement becomes protocol. From first instruction to silent integration. How plugging moves from ritual to rhythm, without a word.
When I don’t tether him. When I just want to be wrecked.
Discover the core architecture behind Lai Yin. She says when, how, where. He follows, anchors, and rises to power her.
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