Every now and then I like to share a story from a good friend or client of mine that really illustrates men successfully using the sex techniques I share here on my website. That’s what brings me to today’s story. A good friend of mine came to me the other day and told me that she had to confess something to me. She and her husband have been following my work for years. I smiled, that was a great confession. Here I was worried that she was going to tell me something terrible, and she actually shares that she and her husband have been trying different techniques from my work, trying to improve their sex life. At first they were too embarrassed to admit it, but she was so excited about what had happened the night before that she couldn’t resist telling me about it over coffee. So today I’m going to share it with you, in her own words.
I feel a little embarrassed to say it, but John (name has been changed) and my sex life hasn’t been great for a long time. When we first met, we had sex all the time. Just being around him got me wet and turned on, so foreplay was barely even necessary. That being said, we would spend so much time rolling around together, kissing and groping each other that I could barely control myself once we finally gave in and had sex. Everything was so much more exciting back then. It was all new.
Over the years, things have changed, like they do in all relationships. For a long time I felt like John expected me to get turned on like I did in the beginning, without him having to do anything, but it just doesn’t work like that. I tried to find ways to hint to him that he needed to spend more time on foreplay, but I was afraid of hurting his feelings. That’s when we started reading your website together. I would casually mention something you were working on and when he expressed interest, we looked at it together.
At first we giggled, embarrassed to be so open and out about sex, but even then we were getting turned on reading about all the hot techniques. It was great because it got us talking about what we liked and didn’t and what new things we would be open to trying.
The other night when I got home from work, he said I have a surprise for you later. The anticipation was killing me all through dinner. I was starting to get excited already because he was being really affection with me, kissing me, touching me, and giving me a lot of compliments: things he doesn’t always remember to do after so many years together.
After dinner, we went straight to bed. It’s not often that we take the whole night just for us. One of us is always answering emails or watching TV, but tonight John said, “no, this night is just for us. We’re not sharing it with the outside world.” I loved that and it made me realize how much we really needed to connect.
He led me to the bedroom, which I saw he had tidied up and put out some candles. He had also laid down a really soft and warm blanket that I love cuddling up on. He gently took my shirt and bra off and told me to lie down on the bed, face down. Before I knew it he was rubbing my shoulders and back with his strong hands that he had covered in a warm, yummy smelling oil. He hands slid easily over my skin and I felt a tingling sensation travel through my whole body. I started to feel completely relaxed and forgot about all the stress I had been feeling earlier in the day. I just wanted this to continue. He kept rubbing my back, neck and shoulders and every once in awhile his hands would slip along the sides of my breasts. I found myself anticipating his touch there and I would lift my chest so he could slide his hands over my entire breast and nipple. It felt incredible.
Then he flipped me over and began to remove my pants. When I went to start taking off his clothes, he pushed my hands away and said that tonight was just about me. I was excited and surprised by this. I can’t remember the last time (if ever!) that I could focus 100% on my own pleasure without being distracted by reciprocating.
I was already wet from the massage, but John took things slow. He began slowly and very gently massaging my vulva and clitoris with his finger. I could tell he had learned from you because sometimes he touches me too roughly, especially in the beginning when my clit is extremely sensitive. Before long I was really into it and that’s when John started fingering me too. He crooked his finger in a come hither motion and then started to lick me. I was exploding with pleasure. After a while I came really hard. John just curled up next to me and held me tight. He wouldn’t let me return the favor at all, he just told me to enjoy my pleasure. It was pretty amazing, but I’m definitely planning the way I can pay him back tonight! Thanks, Gabrielle! I owe you, big time!