Sexy Move: Make The Bed Squeak

A few days ago I mentioned that most women like dirty talk in bed. Adding on to that, they just like bedroom noise in general. She wants to believe that you’re totally into her and breathless and out of control with lust for her.
One very simple tactic to make her think she’s being completely pounded into a pool of her own juices, is to find the right rhythm that makes the bed squeak. We have a pretty sturdy King Size wooden framed thing that took a awful lot of effort to get into the house and put together. It’s really solid. However when I’m on top of Jennifer there is a just right level of my movement I can do to make it start oscillating just a little and the whole thing starts making a five decibels above discreet squeaking noise. It’s kind of the same principle that high winds can rip a badly designed bridge apart by getting it slowly wobbling more and more. (See this is why you should have paid more attention in physics class)
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Sexy Move: Hit The Big Red Easy Button

In one of the comments yesterday…
“I too, love dirty talk! I have flat out told my husband exactly what to say. His response: I can’t call you that! I love you! …doesn’t get it (sigh!) Men are inhibited in this area; I blame the Madonna-Whore complex.”
When your wife tells you she is into something sexually, she’s pretty much handing you a big red “easy” button to push to make her very very wet and very very happy.
Option One….
Her: “Having my hair pulled turns me on.”
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Sexy Move: Dirty Talk

Most women enjoy dirty talk in bed. Often this is limited to the bedroom and not an all area pass. I.e. calling her a “hot little slut” as you are all hot, sweaty and flinging the covers off the top of you and on to the floor is sexy goodness. Calling her a “hot little slut” in the checkout line at the supermarket is another. Proper etiquette when standing in line to not say that sort of thing at all, but to text it.
If you struggle to come up with dirty things to say, just…
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Aristotle Always Seems To Be There Before You

Lots to read at Hooking Up Smart today. I love her summing up point…

“The population is effectively divided into two groups:

A promiscuous minority of both men and women.

A majority of both men and women having sex with a small number of people during their lifetimes.

Whether you consider this good or bad news depends on your sex and your appeal to its opposite.”

Maybe I’m just starting to feel my age, but I seem to remember that the party crowd just made more noise than everybody else. They weren’t actually out numbering the rest of us, not by a long shot. Just because Spring Break is on TV doesn’t mean everyone actually goes to Cancun.

Some days the Manosphere seems like a very strange landscape. Is it all just about wanting to finally be one of the Beautiful People? That somehow there’s a golden ticket back to Spring Break in 1991 and we’re finally on MTV?

I mean we talk about this…

And expound on aggressive hypergamy like this…

Why name tags for conference hookups should not be permanent like this…

And drool over and sing praises to this…

Advise against approach anxiety like this…

To become a complete master of game like this…

You’ll need some smooth opening lines like this…

Develop the the perfect move like this…

Bachelor number three WTF is this…

Jennifer worries about this…

Game works on everyone. Well nearly everyone, careful of this…

Some people even discuss the cost benefit ratio of occasional this…

Because lets face it, we all have a big ol’ dose of this…

And we all want the perfect woman, who is a little of this…

A little of this…

A little of this…

Supports our hobbies like this…

Is willing to pitch in and help like this…

And of course culinary skill like this…

Does not PMS like this…

Is somewhat less popular than this…

I lost my train of thought when I saw this…

Not so much of this…

In the dark, can find this…

This is all a lot of work for one woman actually. Maybe she’d need to be cloned like this…

I think this is Jennifer’s theme song…

As I get older, I start to think more and more that Aristotle is right. And even if he’s wrong, we’ve got kids now anyway. That changes everything.

Maybe we just need a fucking date night. I forget when we did that last. I guess I have to Google it….