Before you plug him, you have him open. Start here.
Plugging isn’t about sex.
It’s not a novelty.
It’s not a fetish.
It’s placement.
It’s how I enter him without touching him.
It’s how he carries me without needing me near.
It’s how he resets without spiralling, collapsing, or leaking into the world.
When I say plug him, I mean: insert me.
Into his body.
Into his rhythm.
Into his nervous system.
Because the plug doesn’t represent a toy.
It represents me.
Not my shape.
Not my image.
My presence.
