Male hunters, please make love to women the way they crave it.
Let me begin by saying that I don’t believe a few paragraphs detailing a woman’s desires in bed will change a man’s habits. I don’t harbor such illusions. Even the explicit illustrations in sex manuals haven’t taught men how to gently massage a woman’s erogenous zones. While countless pieces of evidence show that women crave caresses, romance, passion, tenderness, and strength in bed, it hasn’t changed the generally rabbit-like, impatient sexual habits of American men.
These reports look fashionable, but the viewpoints are outdated. Men need more help. There are calls for more drastic measures. If the average American man, after carefully reading books like *How to Make Love with Women* and *How to Satisfy Women Every Time*, still finishes sex in 12 minutes or less, then he needs more help. The solution is here.
A Life-Changing Hour of Lesson
A picture is worth 1000 words, a moving picture is worth 1000 still pictures. Men, do the math—the hour of lesson I’m about to present to you is worth millions of words.
The human brain can quickly forget what it reads, but moving images and videos take a long time to disappear from memory. If the movie is short, those images will be etched into your mind forever. Gentlemen, if you want to be a better lover, you have a unique advantage over your grandfather, father, or even brother. Right now, a group of uniquely individual women are showcasing their dynamic images.
If books haven’t taught you, then female pornography will solve the problem! Female pornography reveals the truth about female desire to the world. Unlike male pornography, female pornography shows you how much women love to be kissed, how much they enjoy caresses, laughter, and sexual intercourse.
What are these movies like? Most of these could be called romantic softcore porn, but they wouldn’t be classified as softcore during censorship. They lack harsh laws, rigid moralizing, and inner repression. Female directors make no secret of the fact that romantic softcore porn showcases the sex women crave, the sex they want from men.
Some of these films are excellent, some mediocre, and some utterly boring, but they all contain elements that women enjoy. In stark contrast to male pornography, female pornography is more complex: it doesn’t depict explicit sex, but rather is filled with sensual desire. The films portray mutual affection and tender intimacy between men and women, with close-ups reflecting the tenderness between partners (gentlemen, please note: during sex, you can use facial expressions to arouse a woman). Importantly, you can see where to touch a woman’s body and what kind of caresses she prefers. Everything you see will be vastly different from the misconceptions you might have gained from male pornography.
Recently, while writing this book, I rewatched several male pornographic films and finally couldn’t help but laugh out loud. A male porn star forcefully pressed the poor girl’s clitoris into her body with his middle finger knuckle, clearly believing he was giving her immense pleasure. Fortunately, the target was off by a tenth of an inch, or the pain would have been unbearable. Gentlemen, the benefits of watching female pornography go beyond just learning about the topography of the female body; you can also learn practical skills, such as how to smoothly put on a condom.
To find outstanding female film directors, such as Candida Royal, Gloria Leonard, and Deborah Sammes, these are just a few examples. Now let’s get a preview of their work. Watching Candida Royal’s films will teach you techniques for touching and caressing women. Gloria Leonard’s films are a blend of humor and sex. And in Deborah Sammes’ films, you’ll learn more about creating a romantic atmosphere and making your crush fall for you.
From the aforementioned films featuring women, you’ll learn that what works for women is humor, romance, tension, and strong, composed hands; you’ll learn what your crush truly expects in bed, at the dinner table, in the elevator, or on a bench.
For example, in a small scene, you’ll see a woman emerge wearily from a bubble bath, because she must attend a grand charity ball. She reaches into her lingerie drawer for a white lace jumpsuit, about to tie a delicate satin bow, when a pair of strong arms embrace her from behind. She feels a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, a reliable pair of hands deftly untying a small pink ribbon, her jumpsuit falling to the floor, and a silent stranger gently tracing circles around her nipples with strong, delicate little fingers.
Gentlemen, at this moment, you might have the urge to skip ahead to the “good part.” Don’t do that, because the film’s opening reveals the location, characters, and plot development—in a woman’s eyes, these are the “good parts.”
Many women closely associate sex with love, and their desire is only fully aroused when they feel deep affection or admiration for their partner. This is clearly demonstrated in many female-centric pornographic films. My buddies sometimes complain to me, “Why can’t women forget all the romance and just get real?” Well, gentlemen, for women, “real” means love, or at least intimacy. Her love for you makes her more sexy; your love for her makes her more sexy too.
All research confirms that women truly prefer romance. In a typical study, a psychologist at Louisiana State University read the same erotic story to a group of men and a group of women, then asked the participants questions. The results showed that the men remembered the more provocative actions, such as “the woman gently scratching the man’s back and tightly clamping her legs around him”; while the women remembered the more intoxicating moments, such as “they locked eyes and gazed deeply into each other’s eyes.”
In male pornography, everyone is curvaceous, impatient, and experiencing ecstasy; in female pornography, everyone is deeply affectionate, gentle, and driven mad by love. Watch more sex films directed by women, and you will eventually understand and use your own eyes to see: how to make love to her in the way she expects.
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Male hunters, if my words fall short, if simply reading this book doesn’t give you an epiphany, then try watching some female pornography films. Watch the film’s plot slowly advance to sex, and you will understand. It will help you prolong foreplay and learn several tricks.
Technique 73: Learn Sensual Desire from Female Pornography (Dedicated to Male Hunters)
Male hunters, now there is a new species of women who let the world know what is sexy (and not sexy) in the eyes of women.
To get your crush wild in bed, throw all your male porn movies in the trash. You’ll learn nothing from them except the flawed ideas you already have. Put some female porn on your DVD player.
Then watch them carefully.
Gentlemen, if you have a friend who owns a video store, and you feel you’ll be laughed at for asking him about girly movie titles like *The Secret of Christine* or *A Taste of Delicious Wine*, then you can opt for mail order. There are several “better sex videos” that are exceptionally well-made and coolly objective, yet still present substantial content from a soft female perspective.
Another crash course in sex for men
Gentlemen, if you don’t have a VCR, it doesn’t mean you’re out of luck. There’s another vivid crash course to ignite a woman’s passion—not a sex manual, not a guidebook, but erotic literature—feminine erotic literature.
Did you know? There are 2,500 regular readers who buy romance novels, most notably from Harlequin Books. If you think only foolish women are obsessed with Harlequin fantasies, you’re wrong; most romance novel readers are highly educated and earn an average of $40,000 a year. 150 new novels are published every month, filled with stories of great, silent strangers, wealthy heirs who abandon everything for the love of their lives, or super dads.
Men, head to your local bookstore. Mumble to the clerk, “I’m buying this for… uh, um, my sister.” Then set aside an hour or so to read it with a studious mindset.
This is an excerpt from a Harlequin Books romance novel [1]. The protagonist, Emma, is a well-known writer. To work on a screenplay with the “talented and sinfully sexy” Sam Cooper, she lives in a secluded beach villa. After much avoidance, Emma decided to have sex with Sam, but not for love. Emma was ready, but Sam said, “I’m not some shameless beast! I can’t just do whatever you tell me to… Let’s… talk.”
Emma said, “Listen, the smartest thing you ever said was, ‘Just sex, let’s get free and keep going.’ And what are you saying now?”
“I said let’s take it slow, let it happen naturally…”
“Why?” Her voice suddenly tightened.
“Because… it’ll be more romantic.”
She scoffed, “Who said it has to be romantic?”
“It’s me. I mean, it’s not just sex.”
“Then what is it? You said it’s just physical attraction, that the attraction will disappear once we’re in bed. So let’s go to bed.”
“It’s not just physical attraction, at least not to me.” His voice softened, becoming deep and meaningful. “I’ve developed feelings for you. I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”
Men, have you noticed that this handsome, strong, and sexy Sam is using the same sentimental words women often use? He wants to talk, he wants to be more romantic, he thinks he’s fallen in love with her.
Emma is afraid of her feelings and tries to escape.
She turns recklessly, rushes through the open sliding doors, and runs onto the terrace. The dark gray rain lashes against her body, and as soon as she leans against the railing, she’s soaked. She wants to leap into the shallow sea four feet below, where the waves crash against the shore and the foam is like snow.
A pair of strong hands grab her slender waist and pull her back, causing her to fall to the ground. Those hands then turn her body over.
“For God’s sake, you’ve completely misunderstood!” he roars, his voice drowning out the howl of the storm, rain streaming down his face.
She struggles in his tightly gripping arms. “Let me go…” she sobs.
“I know you don’t want me.” She frantically struggled against his arms, not knowing or caring what the point was.
“Do I look like I don’t want you?” Sam held her tightly, pressing his strong body against hers, rendering her immobile. Then his hot lips pressed against hers, kissing her passionately and fearlessly…
“You crazy woman,” he groaned, “you’re driving me crazy. I don’t know what I want anymore, I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t understand myself anymore.” He emphasized each breath with a wild and fervent kiss: “There’s only one thing I’m sure of—without you, without making love to you right now, I’ll die.”
Male hunters, look for all the elements between the lines. For example, even in these few excerpts, there is dramatic conflict, exotic beach scenery, the burning infatuation between the protagonists, and above all, Sam—the tender man who needs her and loves her. Sam, strong and powerful, gentle and refined, passionate; but Sam’s passion wasn’t for sex, it was for her.
Now, it was time for real sex. The last time we saw Emma and Sam, they were struggling and battering in the pouring rain, the waves crashing against the beach house. Now, they were still there, but Sam had “ripped off her clothes, and the two of them stood naked in the rain, their sighs and moans washed away by the downpour.”
She looked up from the crest of a wave. The light from the cabin cast a bluish halo around her wet skin, etching her face into the hard wooden planks and inky shadows. She gazed deeply into his burning eyes, those startlingly blue eyes, his thick, dark eyelashes clumped together in the rain. Then, those eyes moved above her, close to her side. Her head fell back, a wave of relief washing over her, one after another, through her body, a silent sob and moan escaping her throat. He pressed his burning lips to her neck, thrusting in and out violently. His arms, clasping her body, convulsed as he released himself into her, becoming an eternal, blissful state.
Suddenly, all was silent. Only the heavy raindrops fell on the terrace, splashing into the sea below.
Emma slowly raised her head, seeing his closed eyes and the pained yet ecstatic expression on his face as he whispered. “My dear girl,” he said, his hands moving down her back, gently embracing her, the warmth not just physical. “I want to hold you forever.”
Gentlemen, did you notice? During their lovemaking, Sam’s feelings, Sam’s expression, Sam’s moans (even his eyelashes) pierced through the torrential rain, irresistibly entering Emma’s mind. Following the “eternal bliss,” comes “gently holding her close, a warmth that comes not only from the body,” and a promise for the future: “I want to hold you forever.”
Tip 74: Read a Harlequin romance novel (for the male hunters)
Yes, male hunters, I mean it. You might giggle, laugh, joke, roll your eyes, or even collapse on the floor laughing uncontrollably, but 25 million female readers love these books, and they’re not faking it.
Give it a try. You might not like the book, but if you adopt the tactics used by the exotic male protagonists (like Raphael, Poe, Philip, Riggs, Skye, Dunsdan, Tucker, Kyle, Cagney, etc.), you’ll find your crush’s reaction quite appealing.
In women’s eyes, these things are incredibly erotic.
Too corny? Maybe. But they certainly aren’t as outrageous and delusional as the scenes in male-dominated pornography where lustful, sexy women beg men for sex.
Male hunters, memorize some phrases and study the plot. Perhaps you think your dream girl is a different kind of woman, someone who doesn’t want to be found hiding Harlequin’s romance novels in her briefcase, but no matter how independent or capable they seem, the sweet talk of romance novels can work wonders. Hearing “I need you, I want you, I love you” amidst a storm of emotions will make almost every woman’s heart flutter and her passion surge.
