WHAT A WOMAN WANTS AND IS AFRAID TO ASK HER GUY
IF YOU CARE…READ MY BLOG
GUYS: So you think you know, don’t you? Maybe, you missed one or two?
I decided to compile a list. Feel free to print it off and check it whenever you do one.
WOMEN: This list may not be completely to your liking and I may have forgotten something so you need to comment on this blog.
AND WHAT IF I’M WRONG? LOL….ME??? Anastasia Amor has conducted extensive research …she knows, believe me. (She also has multiple personalities)
Of course, it is your right, GUYS, to stay uninformed and blissfully happy with yourself…but definitely, ill-advised.
THE LIST: I decided to approach this as a karate student. There are 3 components.
THE SPIRIT:
#Make her feel good about herself. Tell her you like her hair, lips, eyes, sense of humour and her mind.
Other body parts are also good—so what if her butt isn’t perfect but you like it. I think if it’s a body part never previously valued, even better. I was extremely flattered when my favourite guy said he thought my feet were delicate.
#Tell her she looks fantastic when she takes time to fix herself up.
#Remind her she’s special to you (more special than anyone else).
#Kiss her frequently, with feeling. Both sexes like kissing. It’s something we should do away from the bedroom, too. Kissing goes along with holding hands. It’s a romantic connection.
#A romantic dinner….a must.
THE MIND:
#Communicate and listen. Initiate the conversation. Take a few minutes to talk to her about something that she likes (make sure she likes this topic...I mean really).
#Invite her out for a: movie, theatre, comedy show, concert, game…as long as she enjoys it. (This is not your time…make it hers…hopefully you both like it) Try to do this often. Another thing…don’t wait for her to always make plans…(Women get sick of arranging things)
THE BODY
#Massage…a gentle sensitive massage that relaxes her. Warm oils and sensitive light fingers are imperative. The purpose is not to compete with a registered massage therapist. Those dudes leave sore muscles sometimes sorer than when the massage starts.
No, this is to help her…you want her to surprise her with your soft, sensuous hands. You are worshipping her with this massage.
#Make sure you’re clean off with a scent she likes…This does not mean spraying your package with cologne. You are a man, not an Armani bottle. One of my female friends said she doesn’t mind sweat…but that all depends on the whether the skin was initially clean. Old sweat is nasty.
#If you have a snoring problem…do something about or remove yourself from her bed, unless of course, she doesn’t mind or snores just as loud.
#I get the impression that men are more likely to get pleasure out of sex than women. Men often tease women with their tongues or finger but do they make sure she has that ultimate experience? (Did you see how I cleverly avoided something that might possibly offend..?)
You wouldn’t believe how many magazine articles are about how to please the guy…. Well, I think women get a raw deal. Sure, they’re supposed to subtely tell the guy, “I like it over there, or that feels good.” (because we wouldn’t want to make him feel inadequate) How many times do these magazine articles advise women to say, “No, don’t stop you selfish *******…I want to come… In fact, I want to come every time we have sex!” (That is a reasonable request, guys. Men expect to…why not women? Besides, women have their Big O for 20 seconds…and it’s a very worthwhile, fulfilling experience.)
Of course, if you are really good lover, you could try giving her two—oral and G-spot. (ooops, was that a no-no?…readers…please don’t delete me!!) And don’t limit yourself, if you want to give her more LOL, unless she’s had enough
#Variety and spontaneity--sexually
#Let her sleep sometimes instead of having sex and tell her you would be happy to cuddle.
What do you think?
xxxAnastasia
Mystery author of the steamy ADIE STURM SERIES http://www.anastasiaamor.com/
Showing posts with label Exploring Irresistible. Show all posts
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Friday, May 23, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
SEX YES....LOVE NEVER!!
SEX??YES!!! LOVE…NEVER!
"Never?"
" NO!" he said.
“WHY NOT?” asked ANASTASIA innocently.
"Love smothers me."
"Really?" Anastasia glanced out at the turquoise waters of the Caribbean, her lips turning up ever so slightly as she thought back. "Do you want to hear a story?"
THIS BLOG IS ABOUT LOVE…NOT MARRIAGE OR LIVING TOGETHER.
One of my friends said he was not interested in LOVE. Why not I said…think you’re too old? He went on to say Love smothers you…He said if HE were IN LOVE with me he’d phone all the time and wonder about other guys.
EXCUSE ME, H, but I haven’t seen that yet.
Does that mean no one has ever been REALLY in love with me?
I got flowers, chocolates, jewellery AND love letters. One guy promised to cook something gourmet for me if I came to see him. People think I’m independent because I’ve travelled all over the globe on my own…Maybe I just didn’t have any female friends???? Is that possible? No female friends that understood me, anyway.
Once I went on a trip with my Brit boyfriend. Was that ever a mistake! Let’s say he was a mistake before we went on this vacation. When we first dated, he didn’t know how to ski, so I taught him. After his third time out, he said he skied better than I did. (That was because he was socialized to believe he had to be better than any female, especially me)
Could be his mama told him so: “Terry, remember you are the man of the house” as a young boy. OR his dad said something like: “Son, stop that sniffling, you are a MAN!
He HAD to believe he could ski better than that ditzy blonde, Anastasia.
So there I was on vacation in Puerto Rico with MR-KNOW-EVERYTHING-BETTER-BECAUSE-I’M-THE-MAN. We saw the fort and now we were ready to shop (at least I was). In the liquor store I decided I would do the customary bargaining. Terry looked askance at my vigorous bargaining technique (taught to me by my daddy). When the old Chinese guy wrapped my parcel and happily handed it to me with a smile, Terry couldn’t wait to reprimand me. He said was totally humiliated by my bourgeoisie behaviour. I said, you think I should have tried to get more off?
The final straw came when he mechanically made love, once again…Auggghhh, I had been training this guy for months but you can’t put passion into a passionless man. That did it. Mid-vacation, I blew this guy off, as far as I could, considering we were sharing a room and I headed out to find a new boyfriend for the rest of the week.
I met a guy the next morning at breakfast—very hot looking with a smooth charm. We spent the rest of the week together (I found out he knew all about passion…no instructions necessary) and it was cool, except for the time I had to introduce him to my ex-boyfriend who was still sharing my hotel room. It was like introducing your boyfriend to your father when you’re a teen. My father usually hated all my male companions—long hair disgusted him. Now, Terry, my Brit-ex, to his credit was able to stay cool and shake hands with Manni, my new lover.
AMAZING THOSE BRITS!
Is there a moral to this story? Brits lack passion…Not true…he was like the rotten apple in the basket. Some Brits steam….ooooooooooooo!!!
ITS YOUR TURN TO SPOUT OFF ABOUT LOVE…DOES IT SMOTHER?
This blog was the inspiration for my erotic novel: EXPLORING IRRESISTIBLE found on Amazon.com, Smashwords, Kobo, Sony etc
.http://www.amazon.com/Exploring-Irresistible-Anastasia-Amor/dp/0992134323/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1395520139&sr=1-5&keywords=anastasia+amor
http://AnastasiaAmor.com
"Never?"
" NO!" he said.
“WHY NOT?” asked ANASTASIA innocently.
"Love smothers me."
"Really?" Anastasia glanced out at the turquoise waters of the Caribbean, her lips turning up ever so slightly as she thought back. "Do you want to hear a story?"
THIS BLOG IS ABOUT LOVE…NOT MARRIAGE OR LIVING TOGETHER.
One of my friends said he was not interested in LOVE. Why not I said…think you’re too old? He went on to say Love smothers you…He said if HE were IN LOVE with me he’d phone all the time and wonder about other guys.
EXCUSE ME, H, but I haven’t seen that yet.
Does that mean no one has ever been REALLY in love with me?
I got flowers, chocolates, jewellery AND love letters. One guy promised to cook something gourmet for me if I came to see him. People think I’m independent because I’ve travelled all over the globe on my own…Maybe I just didn’t have any female friends???? Is that possible? No female friends that understood me, anyway.
Once I went on a trip with my Brit boyfriend. Was that ever a mistake! Let’s say he was a mistake before we went on this vacation. When we first dated, he didn’t know how to ski, so I taught him. After his third time out, he said he skied better than I did. (That was because he was socialized to believe he had to be better than any female, especially me)
Could be his mama told him so: “Terry, remember you are the man of the house” as a young boy. OR his dad said something like: “Son, stop that sniffling, you are a MAN!
He HAD to believe he could ski better than that ditzy blonde, Anastasia.
So there I was on vacation in Puerto Rico with MR-KNOW-EVERYTHING-BETTER-BECAUSE-I’M-THE-MAN. We saw the fort and now we were ready to shop (at least I was). In the liquor store I decided I would do the customary bargaining. Terry looked askance at my vigorous bargaining technique (taught to me by my daddy). When the old Chinese guy wrapped my parcel and happily handed it to me with a smile, Terry couldn’t wait to reprimand me. He said was totally humiliated by my bourgeoisie behaviour. I said, you think I should have tried to get more off?
The final straw came when he mechanically made love, once again…Auggghhh, I had been training this guy for months but you can’t put passion into a passionless man. That did it. Mid-vacation, I blew this guy off, as far as I could, considering we were sharing a room and I headed out to find a new boyfriend for the rest of the week.
I met a guy the next morning at breakfast—very hot looking with a smooth charm. We spent the rest of the week together (I found out he knew all about passion…no instructions necessary) and it was cool, except for the time I had to introduce him to my ex-boyfriend who was still sharing my hotel room. It was like introducing your boyfriend to your father when you’re a teen. My father usually hated all my male companions—long hair disgusted him. Now, Terry, my Brit-ex, to his credit was able to stay cool and shake hands with Manni, my new lover.
AMAZING THOSE BRITS!
Is there a moral to this story? Brits lack passion…Not true…he was like the rotten apple in the basket. Some Brits steam….ooooooooooooo!!!
ITS YOUR TURN TO SPOUT OFF ABOUT LOVE…DOES IT SMOTHER?
This blog was the inspiration for my erotic novel: EXPLORING IRRESISTIBLE found on Amazon.com, Smashwords, Kobo, Sony etc
.http://www.amazon.com/Exploring-Irresistible-Anastasia-Amor/dp/0992134323/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1395520139&sr=1-5&keywords=anastasia+amor
http://AnastasiaAmor.com
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