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  Have YOU tried New Sex™? “Oh my God!” she gasps, “I’m right on the edge!!!!!” Cheryl’s head tosses from side to side on the white 300-count cotton sheets -- partially obscuring my view of the exasperation on her beautiful face... Green/gray tigress eyes squeeze tight, not wanting to let me in... Not wanting to reveal the secrets behind them... Like a little girl beneath a blanket hiding from monsters in the darkness... But this is no little girl. She is 39 years old... President of a cutting-edge corporation with 100+ high-salaried digerati working under her... She drives an $80,000.00 top-of-the-line BMW... Owns her own extremely tasteful and impressive home... Pays for her EXPENSIVE lifestyle all by herself... Her many lovers have been movie stars and other handsome, wealthy, successful men... She’s turned down numerous marriage proposals, including one from a billionaire (“with a B”)... She is also a woman who knows soooooooo well what to do in bed. After all, she’s a film producer with major motion pictures and their sequels to her credit -- and producers are all sex-crazed nymphomaniacs. But this little vixen with all-natural double-D’s standing straight up off her chest when she’s lying on her back -- she of the silky-smooth skin, with the vault full of porn star stilettos, the massive collection of plunging necklines and open-backed silk nightgowns, this highly-wound executive over-achiever with her very own jacuzzi and a big powerful mouth that KNOWS how to make a man scream with the pleasure of her awesome sloppy hummers -- this little Valley Slut who is hotter than any Tantra Goddess I’ve ever known, is way out of her comfort zone... “What are you doing to me?!” she screams as her head undulates passionately from side to side. “What’s HAPPENING to me??!!??!! What are you doing to me??????!!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME???????!!!!!!!!!!???????” Suddenly her eyelids spring open and her eyes dart about the room, desperately grasping for answers -- on the ceiling, in a mirror, in my face... She is frantic because she is out of control. An experience which is not familiar to this woman. Quite the contrary -- her whole world is based on control... Control of information, environments, events, people... Yet here she is on the edge of some unknown, drenched in sweat, panting like an animal, all tangled up in a stranger’s limbs... And we are basically strangers. This affair has been going on for less than a month. We’ve had sex maybe half a dozen times. It’s been intense and wonderful up to this point, but we’re still just “pseudo.” Not even in a “relationship.” Basically, just fucking. And while she’s never ejaculated, never gone over that wall, never reached the realm of euphoric pleasure beyond what most people ever experience -- somehow she knows in her gut that once she lets go and “lets it flow,” she’s going to be completely out of control. That her physical being will be at the command of a stranger. That the stranger will be pulling her strings with the slightest touch of his fingertips. How can you possibly get a woman like this to let go like that? I can sum it up with one simple, lynch-pin word: Trust. She must have absolute and total trust in you. She must believe in her heart and in her gut that nothing you will ever do will hurt her. She must be willing to place her life in your hands. That’s all it takes; complete trust. A tall order? Yes. Do-able? Totally. In fact, it can be rather simple. You must demonstrate competence and confidence in bed; a true, honest, sincere level of respect for her as a person; and use simple body language cues that I will reveal in the days and weeks ahead. Tomorrow: 3rd Psychological Factor - “The Importance of Being Naked” Day After Tomorrow: our first Subscriber Question from Jim. Very Truly Your New Sex Advisor, Arte Founder, New Sex Institute www.NewSex.org 
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