There is a power to male ejaculation that women can’t approximate or come close to.  It is power and territory, each pumping thrust my biology’s way of saying “mine, mine, mine, mine”.  I cum in her mouth, in her glassy Doll eye, in her hair, on her asshole.  I pump shots across her pussy before bed so she can sleep in peace, knowing that my seed stands guard across the entrance to her body.  I cum in her panties, masturbating, barely visible around a corner while she watches a movie.  She steps towards me, into them, and the rapidly-cooling cum wicks down the folds of her labia as the cotton presses into her, as she sits again on the couch, trying to ignore the tickle of gelid liquid moving down towards her asshole.  She can’t, and she won’t.  She’ll only hear, slower and louder with each minute, my body telling her she’s mine.

Mine.