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The Hot Sex Handbook Hot Sex: How to Do It took the world by storm and was a bestseller in more than 40 countries. Now The Hot Sex Handbook serves up all the juiciest bits in a handy take-anywhere size-so you can have hot sex wherever you go. Hundreds of steamy tips will have you shredding the sheets and begging for more.
Anyone can be good in bed. Genital size doesn't matter. Looks don't matter. You don't have to have legs up to your chin or arms like Arnie, drive a sports car, or be rolling in it to be the best lover your partner's ever had. But you do need a good, working knowledge of your subject. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise: sex skills can be learned, we can all improve on them, and I can't think of a better place to start than with foreplay. | ||||||
It takes the average man two to three minutes of direct sexual stimulation with a partner to orgasm. It takes the average woman twenty to thirty minutes. You don't need to be Einstein to figure out that if you spend longer on foreplay and master it, you'll need to swap your Little Black Book for a Big Black Briefcase to lug around all your phone numbers. And women aren't the only ones who like foreplay. Even men who can get an erection by inserting a coin in a slot machine can't deny that a good, slow, erotic "tease" dramatically heightens all sexual sensation. Convinced it's imperative you get it right? Thought so! Now, here's some suggestions to improve your foreplay finesse.
Partners can't read minds. So get rid of that "If he/she truly loved me, they'd know what turns me on" stuff right now. Body language can speak volumes and talking to each other is essential, but as the saying goes, a picture is worth a thousand words. Watching each other masturbate, you see firsthand what technique you each use-the pressure and speed, how you speed it up or slow it down on approach to orgasm, how you stimulate yourself (or not) while you're actually having an orgasm, and what you do with your spare hand. All you need to do then is copy each other. Generally, men are more comfortable masturbating than women are. If your girlfriend's the I'm-game-for-anything type, doing it in front of her may simply be a matter of taking a hold of yourself during foreplay. Chances are, she'll sit back and watch-lots of women are fascinated. If she ignores what you're doing, simply say, "I've had fantasies about masturbating in front of you. This feels great." If she still doesn't get the hint and watch add, "This is how I do it when you're not around. Watch." If you want her to imitate your technique, get her to put her hand over yours so she can feel the pressure and rhythm you're using. Ask her to copy you and give lots of positive feedback-"Wow! You're better at it than I am." Uninhibited women can easily apply the same principles. Your partner's a little shy and so are you? Talk about it first. Say you watched a show; a friend told you; you read about how watching each other masturbate will improve your sex life immeasurably. Ask if your partner agrees and suggest that the next time you make love, you try it. Don't be concerned if it all seems a bit serious and uncomfortable the first time round. Start by showing one technique you use: come on-that's a mere second or two of embarrassment! And get them to do the same. Later, when you both feel more comfortable, you'll be more confident and relaxed about bringing yourself to an actual orgasm. Masturbating in front of your partner or watching them masturbate has always been up there with the most popular male sex fantasies-and the new breed of sexually liberated females are adding it to their list.
"Happiness isn't a destination; it's a means of traveling." This old saying can be applied to foreplay. Rush through the "traveling" and you might find the destination isn't quite as exciting as you'd expected. Lavish attention on the whole body and you can't help but take your time. Erogenous zones are areas on our bodies that create intense sexual arousal when stimulated. Apart from the obvious bits that we all share (like the penis and the clitoris), each of us has our own secret area that sends frantic yes! yes! messages to all the right places. For some, it's being bitten in the small of their neck. Others go crazy when someone strokes their buttocks. But what works for one lover won't necessarily work on the next, so consider each new lover unexplored territory. There are few places on our bodies that we don't like being touched. Why restrict foreplay to the breasts and genitals when the entire body is itching for attention?
And for my next trick . . .
You've been out to every restaurant in town, they've been to your place, you've been to theirs, and now it's crunch time. Which is why you're in the bathroom, ostensibly cleaning your teeth (for the last twenty minutes) while your about-to-be-lover waits in the bedroom, wondering if you have any gums left. Don't be ridiculous, you lecture yourself in the mirror, you've had sex hundreds, probably thousands of times before. Yeah, says another little voice, but with the same person for the last ten years. First-time sex with a new lover, after years with an old one, is heart-thumping stuff. Part of you can't wait to give it a whirl (no prizes for guessing which part), but the thinking bits would stay happily celibate for another one hundred years to avoid any embarrassment. But come out of that bathroom you must (the window's usually far too little to escape from). Just keep the following points in mind.
Emma, 23, is single and living in Sydney. She works in the media and is bisexual, though doesn't classify herself as such. She says she's simply "nondiscriminatory" when it comes to choosing a sex partner. Emma has had many lovers and several long-term relationships.
Ryan came over on Friday night and we went out to dinner then stayed up late talking. When we finally got to bed, it was already past 2 a.m. Ryan's a great friend and a wonderful lover-sensual, erotic, experienced, funny, relaxed. I love that controlled intensity of his. We fuck and it's good, but I don't come the first time and he knows this so he keeps touching me until I'm wet again. When he goes down on me, he knows exactly what he's doing and he enjoys doing it-an extra turn-on. He gets hard again and I put a condom on him using my mouth, which he finds very sexy. This time, when he makes love to me, I come and that makes him come, too. It's amazing. He sleeps over and when he finally leaves, I ask if he's got everything (he likes to leave his mark). Of course, he "forgets" a T-shirt that smells of his sweat and cologne and makes me horny, reminds me of him. I think about throwing it into the laundry with my stuff but end up sleeping with it under my pillow. Later, I seduce myself, thinking about Ryan fucking me and going down on me with that great oral technique of his. Actually, I fantasize about other things, too, but I always like to imagine someone I know once I start to get aroused. It makes it more intimate. I wonder how he'd feel if he knew. He'd probably like to know I was thinking about him.
I'm in Melbourne on business and I meet Mark, a smart, sexy lawyer at a work function. There's an instant spark between us, one thing leads to another and I end up back at his apartment, in his bed. (Normally, I would have waited, but I'm flying back to Sydney tomorrow and I just can't resist!) Like most men, he's a little impatient and a tad heavy-handed at first, but I manage to convey my base-level requirements for enjoyable arousal and he does a pretty good job of ful- filling them. We fuck-using a condom that he provides-and it's sexy, athletic, and abandoned. He goes down on me at one stage, quite expertly, and makes me extremely horny. Later, we do it "doggie" and by the time he comes (loudly, which is great-I like his lack of inhibition and sense of theatrics), I'm so turned on that I only have to touch myself for thirty seconds or so and I also orgasm (not quite as loudly, which is probably just as well). We doze, cozily entwined, his hard body against my soft flesh. At seven, far too early, it's time to go. I leave him sleeping, again a stranger, creep into last night's clothes and steal away, leaving nothing but a hastily penned phone number and a kiss. Today I miss Stephen, my ex, once the love of my life. Back in Sydney, I go to see a film by myself and it makes me nostalgic and miss him more. I want a love with intensity. I want to feel that strongly again, to fuck someone I would die for, someone I'd want to get pregnant with. Someone I'd miss. My friend Max calls and he's sweet and concerned but I don't feel passion for him. He's a darling, though, and it will be good to see him. I could use some steadying. I could use some more sex, too.
I'm at work and a big bouquet of tiny pink roses arrives from Mark. I call to thank him and we arrange to catch up next time I'm in town. He's great on the phone-he's got a really sexy English accent-but I shouldn't think this way when I'm in the office. I can't wait to go to Melbourne again. I have spent the last twenty-four hours on a hot date at home. Max came over and we cooked Italian, drank a bottle of good red, and watched a steamy video. It was quite good but I lost attention halfway through when Max took his shirt off. It was a shameless bid for my attention-and it worked. Great body. He used to have a hairy back and a white, pasty torso that reminded me of uncooked bread. But he waxes now, works out, and goes to the tanning salon. He's too young but utterly charming and seductive, witty, quick, manually dexterous, and great around the house. Kind of a nice package, don't you think? I was quite happy to go along with everything he suggested (again). I didn't like anal sex much before Max but he uses his fingers and tongue-fucks my anus and for the first time, I actually contemplated having his penis inside my rectum. It's very addictive, what he does. Ryan called on my machine as Max was licking me and that was such a turn-on: hearing one guy on my machine saying how much he wanted me while another gives me the licking of my life. Max doesn't want me as his; we're just friends who fuck. He didn't put his shirt back on until 8:30 the following evening. Yum. Ryan calls, just for a chat. We arrange to go out together next week and easily slip into friendship mode. He's the perfect escort-polite, sociable, good looking, and he wears fantastic designer clothes. There's no guarantee we'll end up in bed together after our date and even if we do, we'll probably just cuddle and go to sleep. We're more friends than lovers really. Both of us know we're not soul mates but we're extremely fond of each other and I can imagine us being friends for life. If only more men were like him-most want to own you or run away.
I feel really horny tonight-it's that time of the month. I get out the trusty vibrator, read some porn to get off, go for quantity rather than quality. It's fun even though it's tacky. At least it stops me from climbing the walls, gets the circulation going, and I wake up satisfied. Guys-who needs them? I've always slept with women and can't really imagine why anyone would write off half the population sexually just because they're the same sex. So when Natasha and I stay in, cooking dinner, dancing to the stereo, trying on clothes, it's natural that I start to feel horny. She comes up and starts stroking me and it feels sensual, comfortable, and at the same time, very exciting. Girls having sex is still such a taboo it always gives me an illicit thrill. We kiss and her mouth is so soft, it couldn't possibly be a man. Both of us are horny but we take it slowly, like two sleepy cats. Going down on her is warm and erotic. As always, it makes me understand how guys feel-it isn't easy to give good head to a girl! I stop before she comes and she kisses me everywhere. We end up with our legs entwined and come that way. It's wild and wonderful and the best thing is, when it's over, we go back to being two girlfriends having a cozy evening. No pressure. No intimacy. I like girls, they have their own special charm, but I don't fall in love with them. It's morning and I'm in Melbourne for the week. I'm at Mark's, trying to write this, and he's being very provocative. Later, maybe-or maybe really soon. He's shaping up rather nicely-lived up to the few phone calls we've had and we haven't stopped having sex since I got here. It's weird, the more sex I have, the more I need it and the less it seems to matter who it's with. My sex life is . . . Exciting and satisfying-although I have my disappointments like everyone else. I know this diary makes me sound like I always have fantastic sex but I think you just caught me at a wild, wonderful time of my life. I guess you would say I'm promiscuous if you counted the number of lovers I've had, but I don't think I sleep around at all. I pick my lovers very carefully because sex is extremely, extremely important to me. It's one of the most important things in my life and I put a great deal of energy into it. I'm definitely in tune with my body and my needs. Some of my friends say they envy my sex life but I think anyone can have great sex if they just learn to let go, relax, and really listen to what their body is telling them. They seem so hung up on what their lovers will think if they do this or that. I say, forget the lovers, satisfy yourself first! Copyright © 2005 by Tracey Cox. Excerpted by permission of Bantam, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. About the Author Tracey Cox is Australia's foremost sex and relationships writer and has a degree in psychology. A former associate editor at Australian Cosmopolitan, she writes for leading women's magazines both at home and abroad, has her own weekly radio show, and regularly appears on television as a "sexpert." She lives in New South Wales, Australia. More by Tracey Cox |
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