When I choose anal, it’s not play. It’s placement.

Anal is not friction. It is not theatre. It is signal.

When I choose anal, it’s not play. It’s placement.
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I use anal for landing.
Not casually.
Not automatically.
Not for novelty.

Anal is not spontaneous.
Anal is not frictionless.
Anal is not “porn.”

It is the highest signal I give him.

Because there is no natural lubrication there.
Because there is no ease there without full preparation.
Because there is no real opening there unless I have chosen everything.

It requires care.
It requires attention.
It requires my full sovereign body, without resistance, without shame.

That’s why I use it sparingly.
And only when it matters.


When I use it

When he is carrying weight no man should carry alone.
When he is holding pressure that words can’t reach.
When I need to pull him back into orbit without negotiation.
When I need to tell his system; without words; you are fully home.

I don’t offer it for entertainment.
I don’t offer it because he asks.
I offer it when my system chooses; because I own the space.


Why it matters

When I prepare that place :