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.
I tell him he will receive a blowjob.
He lies back on the bed.
Two pillows under his head.
Ready.
I take his penis in my hand.
I stroke him until he is hard.
Then I wrap his fingers around his penis.
Place my hand over his.
Guide him.
Set the rhythm.
Dictate the pace.
I tell him — do not stop.
Do not lose the rhythm I gave you.
This is direction.
This is command.
When he obeys, I cradle his balls with my other hand.
I tell him again, "I’m going to give you a blowjob."
