Dating Coach For Men
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As she walks by, her breasts bounce gently under her thin t-shirt. Her butt jiggles tightly – her yoga pants stretched around her soft round bubble. Her hips roll, her hair sways. Her face is calm, oblivious to my gaze. She Inspires me as she is. She IS my Inspiration. I imagine us alone, her delicate little hand would rest on my lap, and feel me grow hard and strong for her. She would feel how much she Inspires me. Her eyes would light up, she would bite her lip, she [more]

Better Than a Movie

We were supposed to go to a movie, but when she came to the door, I pulled her close, and she felt so good in my arms, so small and soft and warm…I held her for a very long time. I felt myself growing for her and I decided I would do something honest, what I really wanted to do. I guided her to the couch and asked if she wanted a drink. She said water was fine. We sat and talked…and kissed…I stroked her delicate little [more]


Men treat women as enemies, opponents to be conquered, defeated, used. Sex is victory. Rejection, defeat. He wants her body, in spite of her mind. He tries to sneak inside of her. He tricks her, lies to her, pressures her, abandons her. Guilt trips, empty promises, sly maneuvers. He pretends to be a different man. How could sex make us enemies? How could it do anything but bring us closer? How has Our connection become so distorted and undermined? Sex requires Us to be vulnerable, so we must trust each [more]

Her Hidden Desire

If only I knew then what I know now. Women hide themselves from men. They have to for fear of being judged, or used and abandoned. What you want to make her feel, she wants to feel. What you want to give, she wants experience. It took me so long, so many times they had to say it until I believed, until I could see. Women love my hands, my lips, my voice, my cock, and my desire to fuck them. They love how I think and move. My naked [more]

25 Ways To Disrespect a Woman

Deny and ridicule her sexuality. Ignore her sexuality and treat her like a child. Give her 2 options: Madonna, or whore. Tell her that her desires are bad. Put her on a pedestal and supplicate to her, so she feels alienated and objectified. Make rules for what she can do with her body. Insult everyone’s intelligence by saying these rules came from God. Pressure her to have sex, then tell your friends she is a slut. Stop talking to her once you get what you wanted. Expect her to look [more]

Do You See Her?

Do you See Her? Do you go out to meet “women” “bitches” “hoes” or get “pussy”? I go out to Look for Her. When I find Her, I See Her. I don’t think about the concept of “women.” In fact, there’s very little thinking going. I’m listening, watching, smelling, feeling. I drink Her in. I want to know: Her hopes her fears her proudest moments her saddest regrets her strengths her weaknesses her idiosyncrasies – ESPECIALLY this one! what makes her laugh, smile, cry, get mad, feel safe, [more]

In The Absence Of Fear

In the Absence of Fear, what’s left? What would I do? I get closer. I cuddle her standing up, fitting my body into hers, and hers into mine. Vulnerable and desirous, I let go, and let her choose. “Maybe she’ll turn away. Maybe she’ll turn me down.” I still love her, still want her. I will want her every time I see her. I press until she opens, Surrenders. Warmth seeking warmth.   [more]