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Know What The G-Spot Feels like Before Going Down Under

Let me be the first to apologize to all my ex-girlfriend for fumbling around trying to find that all-important G-Spot. For the three guys out there that know exactly where to fine and stimulate the G-Spot, you can skip the Dr. Oz video below. For the remaining 100 Million men in the world check it out. The 3:00 minute point goes into an interesting “thumb to mouth—this is how it feels” technique.

Share The Water....

Steve Amarante

www.luvjungle.com

Reference: http://www.doctoroz.com/

The Maxim 2009 Sex Survey: Insight and Action Items By Steve Amarante

Maxim magazine recently published their annual sex survey (March, 2009). Leave it to the folks over at Maxim to ask those questions others considered “Taboo”.  The survey, conducted over the net, had over two thousand female participants. Below are some of the more relevant findings with some suggested implications and action items.

57.3 % of women met their current partner through a friend

Action Item: Treat every woman you encounter kindly—Hot often hangs out with Hot. The numbers suggest that you are more likely to find a date/significant other within a “circle of friends” vs. a bar or club.

Fighting Off The Forbidden Fruit & Recipe For Infidelity

As long as there’s some form of human interact between the sexes; sexual temptations will always exist. A recent study out of McGill University in Montreal suggest however that men may not see their sexual or playful advances with an attractive woman as threatening to their existing relationship while conversely women do. Researchers uncovered that women protect their relationship more when an attractive man enters the picture but men look more pessimistically at their partner after they've met an attractive woman. 

Make Her Take Her Clothes Off

Whether on a second or tenth date the first time a women comes over to your place she will always feel a bit out of her comfort zone. It stands that the more women are displaced from their comfort zone, and general the more they are threatened, the more they will search out that which is familiar. She is a creature of habits. So much so that in the occasions that when exposed to someone else habitual “lifestyle patterns” she tend to incorporate them even in the face of personal and physical damage (i.e. think smoking and over drinking).  Where identified, patterns should always be used in the seduction process.

My Jungle: Penile Water Boarding—Adventures With “Trinity”

I gazed at the duct tape on my side table that haunted me for the past three weeks with a sense of wonder, anticipation and excitement. Trinity had a way of making the most mundane objects extraordinarily erotic. The sudden knock on the door sent a warm arousing awareness down the center of my back. She always refused to ring the doorbell; seemingly preferring the rhythmic sound of her knuckles against the wooden panel, a sensual rhythmic sound, that foreshadowed the night to come. She bounded my wrists and ankles with the fore mentioned duct tape. The stickiness felt awkward, out of place, definitely not romantic.  As she dimmed the light it felt a bit like an interrogation. Her eyes reveled a clear path; a path who’s intent was to deliberately and systematically dismantle my personal sexual identity. She was hell bent on descending me into the proverbial sexual gutter.

MyJungle: Skip The Hand Job, Go Monkey Style

She walked thru the door wearing only a trench coat. The sounds of her 3-inch heels clicking on my crooked wooden floors echoed with seduction as she strolled in.  Trinity removed her old-school oversized Jackie Onassis sunglasses, and dangled her purse that resembled a medic bag.  As I had become accustomed- she wasted no time and headed straight to my bedroom. Her 55-year-old Peruvian babysitter was on a tight schedule, which meant that she had no time to waste.

“I missed you—so I brought duct tape”
“Duct tape?”
“Yeah duct tape…” I couldn’t make the connection --it didn’t seem logical to me, but who was I to question her.

“Let’s skip the hand job-I just got my nails done”
“Excuse me?

My Jungle--Oral Nirvana

My vision was blurred and my right arm had a slight twitch. I can barely make out her silhouette as I recovered from my murky state. Could it be? Could I’ve “blacked out” or fainted? I lay in bed like a wounded fawn struggling to recall my last memory. “Did you like that baby?” I was partially tone death, so I couldn’t make out the rest of her sentence. It was as if someone had dropped a hand grenade and the sounds reverberated in my ear canal. But it wasn’t a grenade; it was 5’4” and weighed 115 pounds and simply put she rocked my world.  It certainly wasn’t the first time I had the privilege of meeting Madam fellatio, but fainting in pure pleasure??? At first I was amazed, then I was concerned. Anyone this good must have had plenty of practice. But I didn’t care—what guy would when his in a state of oral nirvana.