Priestess of love

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

Women believe that men like our virtue. The men do not deny this belief, but secretly dream that"

The situation in the coming 21st century is developing in such a way that a woman's sexuality is included among her main virtues. And the purity and innocence of an 18-year-old specimen is suspicious. That is why most girls are deprived of their innocence at an early age and no one is surprised by 17-year-old "whistles" with strollers: what is really there when they give birth at 10-11 years old! But these are extremes, shortcomings of upbringing, nonsense … Let's better talk about normal madam, who strive day and night to be needed by their loved one: an exemplary kitty in the daytime and a tigress inducing desire in the dark.

Remember, men love to be pleasantly surprised. They, like little children, rejoice at everything new and hate the routine and everyday life, stagnation and static, they do not have to be surprised with some kind of sexual delights, one must only remember that even the most pleasant surprise should be appropriate. Therefore, you should not rush into his office in the same underwear bought in a sex shop, you should not fit on his desk with outstretched legs, simultaneously dropping the computer, bills, papers. Scenes from films, when at her call "take me", he gets up and takes, in life do not pass. Considering himself a real macho and still dreaming of not such turns of his fate, in reality he will get cold feet, become complex, explode … but will not start simultaneously kissing every centimeter of your body and pulling off his pants.

To always remain desirable, you have to be versatile, original, unusual and at the same time natural. Don't play the Goddess of Sex in front of the failed Casanova. Sometimes the experience and sophistication of a woman in bed "lounges" leads the male to sad thoughts that before him you were used by several dozen more fighters of the love front. All men are the same: they want to be the first, while they want you not to lie like a log, but to take an active part in the process.

When it comes to "relationships that most often take place at night," you have to rely on femininity. The power of any lady is in her weakness, which so successfully sets off the strength of a man. Let him feel like the ruler of the world in bed, and he will not forget your generosity. If anything - help your lover, using your intuition and cunning (he will remain delighted with your skillful policy). Show how soft and gentle a woman can be, and how she needs his care and understanding. Even if during the day you brought an incredible amount of overloaded shopping bags from the market, and he, staring at the TV, did not turn his head in your direction, in order to at least find out if your hands were pulled below your knees. And then you knocked a frying pan on his head, accusing her husband of all mortal sins, recalling the mistakes of five years ago, listing all his former lovers in alphabetical order, indicating age, home address and phone number … A day with his worries is a day, but at night everything is different, as it is sung in one song. And never deny him intimacy by punishing bad behavior or referring to headaches and fatigue. No man will forgive this! You are an adult woman and you know that night somersaults instantly relieve fatigue, energize, improve mood, deliver unprecedented bliss … But what to tell? Sex has to be done!

Another rule: you should never groan and gasp if your partner does not satisfy you. Here, pretense and play are enemies, not friends. You need to share your experiences with your beloved, direct his actions. And if you are really good with him, do not skimp on the violent manifestation of emotions. Once, having told my partner completely sincerely: "Darling, how good I am with you, I am about to die of an orgasm", - I saw something extraordinary in his eyes, felt with all my body how some kind of masculine power that had come from nowhere fills him … We had sex until late in the morning, could not enjoy each other, tried all sorts of positions … But he was always interested in my well-being: "Are you so good, baby? … aren't you tired? … how are you better?" And I, without hesitation, replied that I like it more from behind … that I adore his tongue … that I want to bite "our nimble friend …"

I love having sex and don't think about changing partners. Just like he does not dream of putting any other beauty to bed. We both try to give each other maximum pleasure, come up with all sorts of scenarios for the night of love … We feel the desire to possess each other everywhere. And once they even managed to make love in the corridor of a respectable establishment, only then noticing the security cameras: someone had entertainment!

And all this is done by me, who a couple of years ago was sure that she would not let a man get within the range of a cannon shot. Once I just miraculously managed to avoid rape: my clothes were already torn, and the hand covering my mouth, and my fly unbuttoned … But I got out! She ran away! However, I did not manage to hide from psychological trauma, for several years I overpowered my desire to grab any man's face with claws until I met him, patiently enduring my injections. My beloved convinced me that not all men are the same and put me to his bed, from which I am not trying to get out.

Preserving my honor until the age of 27 and knowingly not interested in sex (defensive reaction), I learned a lot of this ancient science with an understanding and attentive man. Sometimes I just don’t put on underwear under my outerwear and try to make him guess about my “imaginary attire”: I bend too low in a short skirt, imperceptibly unbutton my blouse, barely exposing my chest … This number goes best during all kinds of parties: the lack of linen on me turns it on with half a turn, we quickly run away from prying eyes, my man forgets about his friends-buddies who offered to skip a couple of glasses …

And in the cramped public transport, my hand is looking for the elastic male flesh of the darling. Squeezes through locks and fabrics, squeezes his pride and …

I am an ordinary woman and not at all a priestess of love, sometimes in a hurry to work, forgetting to make up my lips, but remembering that my happiness directly depends on the happiness of my beloved. And I don’t want to hear about men who, as in the joke, only know how to chop nuts with their genital organs. And I don't believe in the existence of frigid women!