Love withers with predictability;
Its very essence is surprise and amazement.
To make love a prisoner of the mundane
Is to take its passion and lose it forever.
(Leo Buscaglia)
Women Have One Erogenous Zone
Men have one small (some smaller than others) erogenous zone. Now, I hear the experts quickly pointing to this place or that place as alternatives, but the truth is, if there is no direct stimulation to Mr. Happy and/or his pals those other places are meaningless. Sure, men like to be touched, but touch a man's cheek and the touch does not cause sexual stimulation. It makes him THINK about sex, and that is what causes the arousal.
Touch a woman's cheek at the right moment and you just sent a spark through her whole body. But I said in the title women have only one erogenous zone. Is it her cheek? Well... yes... Touch her hip at the right time and you get the same spark. Is it the hip? Yep. Cheek, hip... what about her... uh... Definitely there. The truth guys is that a woman's erogenous zone is possibly, her entire body.
Here is the kicker. Every woman is slightly different. Places they like to be stroked, massaged, touched, kissed, licked. Your job is to discover exactly where. I suspect that most men are patterned lovers. A few kisses, maybe a neck nibble, a big ol paw at her breast and then down to the promised land. And you wonder why she doesn't seem "into it".
Remember the lesson about taking your time? Apply it here. If you want your woman to become a wild sex beast, treat her like the awkward, shy girl who has never been laid.
Here comes the MAIN thing to take out of this, and it's so simple that if you do it, you simply cannot fail to excite her.
Touch her.
WHAT?
Hell yeah you're gonna touch her... hard and fast. Gotta touch her if you're gonna rock her world, right?
Yeah.....but I'm not talking about at Midnight, when you "suddenly" get horny after watching "Double D Vixen Cheerleader Nurses" on movie max.
Sorry.
I mean touch her all day long. All day, into the night long.
Hey, you don't HAVE to do this. She just might be the wild women she was when you first met. Presumably she has feelings for you, and she wants to make her man happy. Of course, so does Martha Stewart when she makes chocolate shrimp balls, but who do you want in your bedroom....Martha Stewart or say, Jena Jameson? (this is where I miss Hershey, because he'd definitely say Martha).
Just for fun, lets run through a sample day. For the sake of my argument, a weekend day.
The laser beams of morning sun are sizzling through the mini-blinds. You open your eyes slowly, sit up and glance to the side. She's sleeping, still. She looks so peacefully, beautiful and you lean over, put your hand on her shoulder and squeeze softly as you kiss her temple gently. She smiles a little, even though she's still asleep.
A short time later, she's making you breakfast. She's wearing one of your dress shirts and nothing else. She looks so sexy you want HER for breakfast, but you just watch her, not hiding the fact that your watching. She is seemingly oblivious but she knows your looking....they always know. She's talking, her back to you as she's cooking, the soft curve of her bottom every now and then peeking out from under your shirt-tail.
She's teasing you. No question about it. You stand and move behind her. She stiffens almost imperceptibly as you gently grasp her waist. You lean into her, just your chest barely touching her back, your hands holding her firmly and you kiss her neck one time, lingering just a second to long. "You look incredible" you say, "Can I help you with anything?" She breathes deeply, and even though you can't see, you feel that she's closed her eyes. "You just relax and read the paper" she says. Another quicker kiss, hands squeezing before releasing slowly. "Thank you baby" you say before returning to the table. Is she humming?
The rest of the day, every time you cross her path, you touch her....a hand on her shoulder, her hip, the small of her back. When you talk to her you touch her hands or fingers or her elbow. And one time, as you pass her you put your hand on her hip and look into her eyes, staring seconds longer than you should. "What?" she says, laughing....almost a giggle. And you just smile and shake your head as if to say "it's nothing". As you walk away, you feel that she's still standing there motionless, watching you.
