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There was this problem.  Whenever we make out, he will get the impression that I wants him to do something with my breasts... but he didn't have the foggiest what to do. He was sure that they weren't there strictly for his enjoyment; so, what could he do that would offer for me some pleasure, as well? When I started my initial research on how to truly satisfy a woman in bed with the aim of  creating the only resources that you’ll ever need on the topic This is what I found out. While my breasts may have seemed like an enigma to him, with a little experimentation, openness, communication, and creativity, he was able to crack the code  — unlocking scads of pleasure for the both of us.  Once I started guiding him , the world of breast play truly became our oyster.  To get us started, here are a few tips that changed everything for us — that's tips — for handling breasts.  Being gentle: caress, fondle, cradle, or stroke Being hands-y: jiggle, bounce, twist, or tickle Being mout

My man and I typically wake up very early to start our days. I work from remotely from home and he’s typically out in the field.  I had some time to kill before my first morning meeting, so I decided to get my first orgasm of the day out of the way. He was already dressed and preparing to head to work.  Our living room area and bedroom are on opposite ends of our apartment, so I figured I’d have a bit of privacy until he was fully out the door. I got back on the bed and started going to town pleasing myself. I was damn near about to cum when he strolled into the bedroom to change his shoes.  This was the first time he ever caught me masterbating, though he knows I do it frequently.  We stared at each other for a couple seconds with only the sounds of the vibrating toy filling the room. Him (clearly embarrassed): “Sorry, I thought you were going to get a shower and get ready.” Me (still filled and enjoying): “I was going to after my meeting.” Him: “Meeting? Is that what we’re calling th

I had to buy some new clothes for an occasion, so I brought my man to help.  I was trying some stuff on in the dressing room while he waited outside.  I showed him how every piece looked on me and he would just nod if he thinks it looks good on me or shake his head if doesn’t think so.   When I was trying out this navy-colored skirt, the zipper in the back was hard to zip up so I had to ask him to close it for me.  The store clerks were busy attending to other customers so he was able to sneak into the fitting room with me.  He zipped my skirt at the back and stared at my reflection in the mirror.  With his fingers, he slowly traced the curves from my legs to my waist.  He placed his chin on the side of my neck and softly sucked it, I felt the need to be filled by him.  He unzipped my skirt and it fell.  He moved my underwear to the side and started to touch me  ><  while his other hand was groping my boobs.  It was so hot looking at our reflection in the mirror while he was doin

There was a guy who was overweight among my former group of friends. 230 pounds, if I had to guess, which is a really significant amount of weight.  Although many of our friends made fun of him, he was actually a genuinely nice guy. like actually being spiteful with him for no reason. Every time we got together, they would "show off" by picking on the fat guy.  He was constantly told he needed to work out, lose weight, and would never meet a female. Being jerks all around.   He came out one night and announced that he had a date.  It turns out that his "friends" arranged a phony date for him, but no one showed up.  I was furious. I uttered the words "I'm pleased she stood you up, I want you to take me on a date" in front of everyone. Hence, we did. We had our date. had a great time playing mini golf. was an excellent first date.  He admitted to me that he had only ever had intercourse once, and the girl had only done it accidentally while intoxicated.

There was passionate kissing, touching, and kissing each other’s body all over.  He comes up from behind and kisses my neck, caressing my chest, touching and feeling my vagina, laying me down and sucking on my clit,  with his fingers inserted inside touching my G- Spot, moving the fingers in and out making me come from my vagina and squirt from rubbing my clit. He then inserts his long hard cock inside me slowly as I beg for him to beat me hard .  As he beats harder we use the rabbit toy on my clit and against his balls as I scream with ecstasy we both come.  This was long and passionate lovemaking as it continues to go on with me sucking on his cock up and down and playing with it. We continue to kiss each other all over, fall into a pile of sweat and wet sheets.  What made it so amazing is I have never cum from my clit before!  The reason I am telling you this story is that  like everything I teach you in all my guides I have written specifically for men.   The first thing to underst

I remember asking him to take me thrifting with him one day, but I ultimately just decided to invite him to come over (because really, who am I kidding?)  What was supposed to be catch up and wine down quickly evolved into something more, as he pulled me into his lap after my first glass.  His lips grazed my neck, coaxing me to meet his mouth with my own.  I was more than ready to succumb to my desire.  The motion of one movement to another was like water.  I remember laying back on my bed after pulling my shorts down and him lifting my leg to put my toes in his mouth.  It tickled and bite back a soft moan, but truth be told, I didn't want him there. I flipped on my stomach to change the song that played on shuffle, and swiftly he moved to take me from behind, pulling my panties to the side so that he could taste me.  Everything about it felt so heightened for some reason.  And the bliss that radiated throughout my entire body, sparking a fire on my skin had me absolutely delirious

For me, it was true. Sex really was overrated. I eventually grew lonely for companionship and accepted a date from a guy that had been pursuing me for quite some time.  I was lonely, and felt like if I didn't at least give it another chance, then I wasn't being fair to myself. After four dates, the sexual chemistry had boiled over.  That star-filled and magical night, we ended up engaged in a wild bout for control, all while completely naked.  I felt like a lioness in the jungle.  The fear and excitement of being caught and tamed to submission melted my core.  He handled me with care, but not fear.  The passion and the height of voice that I thought I could never reach played syllables off of his walls. I was sick with defeat and weak in praise.  The next morning, that awkward walk of shame was a walk of fame for me as I felt like a new woman bouncing down to that Uber car with my thong in my purse. There were no inhibitions on my behalf, I was sexually open for him.  You could

It was my second trip to Jamaica and I was extremely excited. The first time I met my butler, I felt a connection. His accent made me melt. There is something about Jamaica that makes me feel bolder. On my last day there, I really wanted to see him, so I asked one of the other butlers to find him for me. I was chilling by the pool, waiting to go to the airport and the next thing I knew, I was told that I had a visitor. It was him. We talked, exchanged contact info, and I headed to the airport, only to miss my flight. I didn't care. I called him to tell him that I missed my flight and when I got back to the villa, he was there waiting for me. He looked so yummy! I was excited and nervous at the same time. He took me out the back way on a golf cart to his villa and he held and kissed my hand the whole ride. I was in heaven. We arrived where he was staying and all inhibitions were out the window. We had the most amazing sex...in the hot tub, in the bed…I didn't want to leave. He a

The best past sex story I have is from when my guy friend and I went to a hotel room. We settled in. Later, he started to have me fully undress. He sat in a chair and watched, while I was on the bed. He told me to crawl to him, I did. I already knew what to do. I unbuckled his pants, took his cock out, and started performing oral sex on him. After a while, he made me get up and get on the bed. I lay down and he got on top of me and started to suck on my breasts. The more he sucked, the wetter I became. So much so, that I had an orgasm from his sucking my titties. He was amazed that I came from him doing that. He then got in front of me on the bed, looked at my pussy, and said, “Omg you’re so wet. You’re soaked,” before taking his cock and rubbing it against my pussy. Finally, he stood over me and told me to lick my juice from the tip of his cock. I did, and he kissed me afterward. After that, he put his cock in my pussy and looked me dead in the eyes, and said “You want me to go deep?”

I became intrigued with the idea of testing and pushing my boundaries with eroticism. As you may have presumed, this has left me more curious than ever about the kink community .  In a desperate search for a play party, I found a seductive swingers club and invited a friend to come out with me.  The minute I walked in, there were rooms on either side of me equipped with makeshift beds and white towels. At the end of the hall, by the first level bar, there was a couple having sex ever-so-casually on the lounge chairs.  I was exhilarated!  We went upstairs and headed over to the bar before cozying up in a middle booth.  As I watched the couple, I remember feeling my clitoris shoot off smoke flares through my pants as I tried to simmer down. Although I'm never aroused by women giving head in porn, there was something about watching this woman bob and weave on her partner's solid dick that created a tension in my body that could only escape me one way.  Doubting myself and what I

I woke up and rolled over to my goody drawer to begin my morning routine of getting a couple of orgasms out of the way before going about my day. Usually, I'm a pretty quick and to-the-point self-lover but there were moans, sheet grabbing, and real-life seduction as if I wasn't laying in my covers by my damn self.  And it was a stomach-piercing feeling that caused me to suck the air from my lungs back in. My breathing was nonexistent.  Hell, I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until the liquid shot out of me.   This orgasm was long as hell and very rambunctious.  I tried to gain control of the muscles down there but it just couldn't happen. After I had collected myself, I couldn't even try to manage another out like usual.  I got up to begin my day and a big ass wet spot was where I had been, proof that the clitoral stimulator sex toy had just pushed every important person in my life one spot to the left to make room for this! Of course this story comes o

Despite what my language might suggest, I was content with sex without orgasms.  It always felt like a performative act that if wasn't achieved took a hit to my partner's ego. In one night he changed my mind about orgasms .  He showed me the glory of how it feels to pulsate around someone and writhe through waves of pleasure while touching another person in an act of deep intimacy.  It happened so quickly and so effortlessly, without a strategically placed finger or a beckon for it at his lips. It was pure passion and my willingness to surrender to the spotlight I had always shied away from, a spotlight I drew closer to solely because he didn't ask it of me.  He got me.  He taught me that surrender does not mean I have been conquered. He taught me that s ex was a walk, not a race . A combination of the sensuality of our act, the intensity, and how perfectly he fit within me made sex feel like nothing I ever felt before.  He was like nothing I ever felt before.  I let go. He