My man and I have an amazing sex life, but I would be lying to you if I said that my magic spell over him was cast under the sheets. The way that I have made him a self-proclaimed addict who is hooked on our physical intimacy has everything to do with how I enchant him outside the bedroom. It has everything to do with how I tease him!
Teasing him is my favorite pastime. I do it even when I’m not aware that I’m doing it. In public, in private. Over the phone or in person. It has become something that he expects from me. But it is also something that he claims makes our physical intimacy truly special to him.
So how do I do it?
Well, first, I don't inhibit myself. I don't judge my inner seductress. I don't act all prude and bashful when, in actuality, I'm wantin' my man inside me and lovin' me right. So, if YOU are timid about teasing your man and are skittish about being a bad girl, but yet reaaalllly want to be his li'l minx, stop listening to the voices in your head that are restricting your body and mind from letting go and getting randy!
Here's some ways in which I tease my man:
I act like a silly little girl with a very dirty, adult mind and a body for sin, sin, sin. And I do it at the most unassuming, innocent moments:
*He’ll come to the edge of the bed to talk to me about our day’s plans while I’m still in bed, and I’ll just rub his penis with my foot and smirk at him.
*Everytime I ascend the stairs in his house, I’ll get down on all fours on the steps and shake my bum in the air, or I’ll hump the banister. (Sometimes I’ll even lift my dress, expose my rump and moan some “Oh Yeah”s while shakin' it.)
*I’ll stand up while we are watching television together and take off my panties and just hand them to him without saying a word, my eyes on the TV the whole time.
*I’ll sit on the kitchen counter while he’s cooking and ask him if he’d like to eat something before dinner.
*I'll text him this: "Mister, when you get home, I've decided I'm gonna put my hand down my panties and smear my good stuff all over your five o'clock shadow. Hehe..."
*I’ll lift my skirt while I’m driving and snap a shot of my panties peeking out from between my legs and text it to him…
And the list goes on.
I don’t tease him like it’s some heavy smothering seduction—like I’m some 1940s screen siren or even some a sex symbol in any shape or form. I tease him it like I’m some brat who likes to be a pain in the tush… only to usually end up with my own pain in the tush.
I tease him from a light-hearted, young place inside me that just wants to make my man laugh and shower me with cocked eyebrows and filthy smirks.