I live in a real house.
With real children.
With real schedules, real messes, and real love.
Tuning my man isn’t a ritual reserved for candlelit evenings.
It’s a practical, intentional act woven into the fabric of our daily life.
Monday morning: Post-school run reset
The kids are off to school.
The house is momentarily quiet.
I sense his energy; scattered, unfocused.
I say,
“Go to the bedroom; undress; lie down;
bring yourself to the edge.
Don’t finish without me.”
I continue with my tasks; making tea; tidying up.
After a few minutes, I join him.
Depending on the need:
- I might place my hand between the tip of his penis and his torso, letting him come into my hand.
- I might take him into my mouth as he ejaculates.
- I might open my blouse and have him come on my chest.
I don’t rush to clean up.
I linger.
This signals completion.
It anchors him.
Total time: five minutes.
