Signal
The way I blow my husband now
A blowjob is not performance. It’s placement. It’s command. It’s programming. And it’s how I keep him tethered to my orbit.
Every look, touch, silence, shift in tone; each one tells him something. Signals override words. You don’t need to explain. He reads your body. He adjusts. Clarity lands faster through signal than speech. The body speaks first. You signal. He responds.
Signal
A blowjob is not performance. It’s placement. It’s command. It’s programming. And it’s how I keep him tethered to my orbit.
Signal
He didn’t run. He didn’t punish. He didn’t chase applause. He stayed through everything. This is the man I married.