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Some women climax from breast play alone. Others can take it or leave it.
Fondle, flatter, caress, cup, and kiss her breasts and cleavage—gently at first—lovingly exploring the expanse of this revered territory.
Move your lips and tongue around her areolae before targeting the nipples with a delicate nibble.
Women with smaller breasts often claim amplified sensations, likely due to the more concentrated nerve endings prominent on the underside of their breasts and around the nipple and areola. Thus, the bigger her breasts, the more you can anticipate a need to assertively handle her girls for her ultimate pleasure.
Sensitivity in a woman’s breasts intensifies if her nipples are pierced, during a menstrual cycle, as she becomes sexually aroused, and after she orgasms.
Don’t limit breast play to foreplay. Revisit throughout the sexual escapade. Her erect, insistent nipples defy you to resist an encore round of tonguing her titties.
Love those tatas.
No one can truly know what goes on in another woman’s mind.
The power of the pussy is daunting. Fearing she’ll disappoint, she could choose to risk less—and avoid talking openly about how to bring the pussy the most and best pleasure. It takes a real woman to ask for directions.
The appetites and experiences of lovers will never be identical and are always changing. Individual desires can become shared desires only when lovers freely communicate.
An excellent way to encourage her to voice her most intimate wishes is to tell her what you want—and when and how.
Language is powerful. Tell her to do that certain thing she does so well—that sexy move with her hands, body, or mouth that never fails to send you over the top. Tell her how she makes you feel.
Remember that time . . . and what you did to me . . .
Tell her when it’s good. Plead for more.
The more certain she is that she’s pleasing you, the more she’ll want to. And the more she’ll grant you every splendid opportunity to discover all the wonderful ways you can satisfy her.
Fight, Flight, or Fuck
In the words of the fierce and politically progressive humanitarian Eleanor Roosevelt, do one thing every day that scares you.
Passion arouses her biologically and psychologically, so she immediately feels a need to fight, flight, or fuck.
Shock, love, confrontation, and fear all create passion. This enduring emotion is one of the most compelling and intense that a woman can feel. Passion explains, for example, her attraction to a dangerous person, as well as her inclination to mistakenly associate her ensuing arousal with sexual desire, infatuation, or even love. Danger, like pleasure, exhilarates.
With a lover, fight, flight, or fuck is just that. Her body is primed for any of these. She’ll ultimately choose, consciously or not, whether to fight, flight, or fuck as the momentum of her feel-good, confidence-boosting endorphins and heart-racing, lust-inducing adrenaline surge through her.
Danger opens her up to forbidden emotions. A flash of daring transports her to that instant when she’s living purely in the moment— an ultimate state of aliveness. Thus she’ll always seek a thrill, all the while fundamentally desiring a life of security.
Ride a roller coaster for a taste of danger followed by a release and return to safety. The fleeting fear converts into sexy passion as your mutual screams morph into glee. Accelerate her experience by fingering her naughty bits during the wild ride, mixing the energy of the mechanics with the turbulent forces of passion.
A relationship that’s as exhilarating as it is reassuring is forever.