Note: The following section contains explicit discussion of embodied intimacy and sexual practice, written as function. Read only if you consent to adult material.
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.
