Con el ganador de esta noche, congrats on your superbowl win, como describirías estas últimas semanas con tantas sorpresas donde se va Fidalgo, el búfalo y Maximin y llegan algunos brasileños. How would you describe these past few days in which Fidalgo and Maximin and even the Buffalo are gone but at the same time Veiga and another random Brazilian were signed.
The Scam of Duty Sex
Cultivating her genuine burning desire
I hear it all the time on this platform from frustrated husbands: “What does my wife mean she’s not in the mood for sex? I didn’t want to go to work this morning, but I went anyway! How hard is it just to lay there? It would cost her so little and make a world of difference to me. We all have duties. Grow up!”
Seems reasonable, but there’s a problem. He knows exactly where that road ends: with her resigned eyes staring at the ceiling as he pounds away, essentially masturbating with her disengaged body, knowing in his heart of hearts that his wife doesn’t want him inside her. The experience doesn’t give him peace; he doesn’t feel admired, masterful, or exhilarated. It’s the hollow corpse of passion, without even the novelty of porn, and his soul dies a little each time. She hates it, and deep down he hates it too.
Even husbands in bad marriages have probably experienced a wife’s genuine desire at least a handful of times. Perhaps they were on a weekend away without the kids, at the very peak of her cycle. Skin touching skin was electric, her body melted to his touch, her hungry mouth searched for his lips. By the time he entered she was practically begging for him. There was ecstasy, thrill, where she desperately wanted him to give her his all. And they collapsed exhausted in each other’s arms with a deep peace washing over them.
I often disagree with Rollo Tomassi (@RationalMale), but he is dead right that “you can’t negotiate genuine burning desire.” A day as a lion is worth a hundred years as a sheep, and no amount of promises or pressure will turn bad sex into good sex.
You can’t negotiate desire, but you can cultivate it. Life is a betting man’s game. You can’t guarantee her enthusiasm any more than a farmer can guarantee a good harvest, but there’s a lifetime of skill and art to playing the odds well.
Some men say this is living in her orbit and seeking her affirmation. Nothing could be further from the truth. Whatever a woman’s personal opinions, her unconscious body agenda is almost perfectly calibrated to respond to strong generous masculinity. The path of becoming a man you admire is also the path to maximizing your chances of good sex in your marriage.
It’s here where expectations of duty sex will ruin everything. Male neediness kills a woman’s libido. At best it engages her maternal instincts, and women are not sexually attracted to their children. The more she feels you need sex to be ok, the more you will feel like a hungry infant sucking the life out of her, not a strong man sweeping her up in his arms.
Sexual self-mastery is the key to sexual abundance in marriage. When you give up the childish idea of fulfilling “sexual needs,” you unlock the sexual power of manhood. Do not approach your wife to fill a lack within yourself, but to give the gift of your passion. With the fear of rejection gone, you’re free to initiate often, playfully, adventurously, unapologetic in your desire.
You and your wife will never look back.
“So, the Devil promised you a fiddle made of gold.”
“Thats right.”
“But you had to wager your eternal soul?”
“Correct.”
“In a fiddlin’ contest.”
“Yes.”
“Against the devil.”
“Uh huh.”
Por favor Diosito cuidalo mucho de las lesiones y alejalo de las churpias, los pendejos como Diego Dreyfus y los consejos para vestir de Uriel Antuna.
Gilberto Mora es un puto crack.
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