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302 Advanced Techniques

for Driving a Man Wild in Bed

From Chapter 1

Several years ago I had a sexual epiphany. . .

I began a love affair with a sculptor named Kirk, and we had our first sex in his car, in

a public park; under-the-steering-wheel, over-the-top-of-the-seat, the hot animal lust kind. A few days later he invited me to his studio, where, suave and intense, he slowly removed one of my shoes and began rubbing the arch of my foot. “I never drove with a woman in my lap before,” he cooed. Sliding his sculptor’s fingers up to my thigh, he looked me straight in the eye and whispered, “You dug your fingernails into my back.

I loved the scratch marks I found there the next day.” Deep ragged breath. “You

stunned me.”

I was pretty stunned myself. I could taste Kirk’s desire as it mixed with the blood in

my veins. And in the grip of some delicious oblivion, I felt myself slide across an

invisible border where I slipped on the role of love priestess like a new silk shirt.

Without a word, I went to the bed and threw the covers off, as if clearing the altar

for a sacred and outrageous rite. Slowly I stripped off my clothes, my hot eyes

riveted to his. Finally I was left with only the long silk scarf I had been wearing

around my neck. After trailing it over my breasts and hips, I passed it between my

legs a few times to give it my own personal perfume. Suddenly I pounced on Kirk,

ripped his shirt off, and tied his hands to the bed with my aromatic silk scarf. His

eyes glowed with anticipation and just a hint of fear. . .

Afterward, I lay there, breathing in the pungent aroma of our sex, my heart

pounding hard against the hot sheets, and smiling. I had surrendered to the

rapturous swoon of loving--a state as easy to fall into as an ocean wave and as

emboldening as a new pair of Manolo Blahniks. This, I knew, was the natural

birthright of every woman. Swept away by erotic impulses, you simply know how

and when to apply just the right flick of tongue to an awakened nipple. With the

right Passion Triggers, you become a true artiste of your own sexuality.

Whether it’s a silk teddy, a succulent mango, or the memory of making love in the

foamy surf, a Passion Trigger is something that can:

• make you feel sexy at will

• safely liberate you from inhibitions and Inner Prudes

• uncover wilder, more primal parts of yourself

• transform simple technique into inspired artistry

In the pages to come, I’ll spell out lots of fun techniques and Passion Triggers to

give you a jump-start, but always remember it’s the fire smoldering within you that

will make them deadly.

A Few of the “Advanced Techniques” (from Chapters 3, 6, and 8)

#43. Place a low footstool under your fanny, invite your lover to enter you in the

missionary position, and rest your feet on his shoulders. He gets an exotic view and

deep penetration. You get intense G-spot stimulation.

#125. Put some creme de menthe (a cooling liqueur) in your mouth and let it spill over the head of his member before your lips slowly descend. Once he’s all the way inside, exhale warm air onto his cooled skin. Expect shudders.

#195. Between the swells of his pecs, the skin is thin and tender. Underneath, lies

the thymus gland, which regulates loving feelings. Drum, tap, rub in circles, and

kiss tenderly there to induce open-hearted devotion and sensual bliss. A simultaneous lick to each nipple will produce shuddering sighs of ecstasy.

For more of 302 Advanced Techniques for Driving a Man Wild in Bed . . .

To read from 203 Ways to Drive a Man Wild in Bed . . . Click here.

To read from 227 Ways to Unleash the Sex Goddess Within . . . Click here.

To read from The Sex Devotional . . . Click here.

“Brighten up your love life with Olivia St. Claire.” --Cosmopolitan

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