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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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I am harbour
She didn’t come to visit. She came to nap. She lay down because my house holds. I am harbour.
On Nitpicking
Nitpicking happens in the moment. Without thought. Without impact assessment. Without malice.
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Why I govern him
When he’s in tune, he can cross continents, close investors, move teams. But when he’s not in tune? He drifts. He aches. He breaks focus.
The voice he obeys
When my husband comes on my breasts, or anywhere I direct him, I use my voice.
How I own my husband fully
I don’t argue. I don’t perform. I own him with rhythm, clarity, and peace because this is my house, my space, my way.
Why I had him mark me
Marking is not ownership. It’s tethering. It’s how I guide him back to me with clarity.
When I choose anal, it’s not play. It’s placement.
Anal is not friction. It is not theatre. It is signal.
The woman who commanded the room without a word.
A music teacher held a hall of children without shouting or force. True feminine power signals and places. It doesn’t ask.
Why post-orgasm touch; especially oral; breaks a man in completely
What happens when you stay after he comes. This isn’t aftercare. It’s devotion. It’s loyalty wired into his nervous system.
The matriarch’s signal: Power. Placement. Purpose.
How the matriarch uses meanings as signal to structure placement.
The space between us was already collapsing
Some bonds don’t begin when bodies meet. They complete what placement already started.
Wetness is not arousal
Your wetness isn’t seduction. It’s sovereignty. It’s your body saying: “I’m clear. I’m open. I trust my instinct."
Why I decide when
Tuning is not about his need. Tuning is not about relief. Tuning is about this house. This orbit. This return. That’s why I decide when.