After Nile I and eventually broke up, my capacity for having earth-shattering orgasms had grown to such a height that no man alive could ever come close. He had set the bar too high, and no one ever did come close. I tried to analyze just what Nile was doing that made him so much better than everyone else, and I found it: He had discovered my g-spot with his fingers, up in there, while doing the licky thing on my super erogenous zones.
The g-spot that I never thought existed, that I laughed at when I heard other women speak of. It existed and all those Hallelujah sessions were made possible because of it. I just didn't know it at the time. Nile was a g-spot master.
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I'd always been under the impression that the g-spot could only be accessed through intercourse. Post-Nile, I put two and two together and realized, "Ah, so that's what he was doing with his fingers all that time!" He would push, from the inside, towards his mouth, which was working at some kind of rate that only angels can achieve, and the feeling of receiving both clitoral and g-spot stimulation at the same time — well, you'd stick around for five years too!
I've tried to tell other guys to do what Nile did, but they just insist on doing it their way. They don’t get the hint. And it's so simple too.
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Guys, do you want to please your lady in the bed? Here’s how: two fingers on the inside, an eager tongue on the outside and most of all, a real desire to revel in her orgasm — because she will give it to you. Again and again and again.