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“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

“Damn Sis! How would you try to touch me?! My junk is working perfectly fine!” “How do you know?” “I have erections every day and release cum.” “Okay. Saving all that for your special woman – congratulations.” “Yes, Sis. My fated mate deserves all of me.” “Are you sure you don’t want me to link you up with someone?” “I’m fine. No thanks.” “So how’d you know how to fuck a woman?” “I read books written by sex experts.” “I see. Keep being the good boy of the family – just like Mum. I sincerely pray you don’t marry a cheat like Dad.”

There were some things that Madison did not agree with, but after thinking about it later, she would always be surprised to find that what he said was actually right. Even if there were some extremely provocative words, after thinking about it carefully, they were actually the best example of this world. It was said that men were like a book, and someone only had a few words. It would be boring to be with such a person. However, there was a kind of man who was really profound and knowledgeable. Just like this man, she might not be able to read him thoroughly in her whole life. She was obsessed with him, but she could not understand him all the time.

Ivy told me. “How is your husband?” I suddenly asked Ivy. “Still useless in bed. Who fucks for one minute and sleeps? These men should learn to fuck. I happen to follow a certain website, The Passionate Lovers by a certain sex guru by the name Anthony Kerry, he really teaches a lot for free. Men should search that website and read to learn. But our African men have big egos no one believes he can be taught to fuck. They think possessing a penis is enough.” Ivy told me

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Okay, okay, the only sex I’ve ever gotten. Whatever, my book boyfriends are fucking hot. Who needs some groping teenage boy who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing when I can read and fantasize about sexy, older men who know exactly what to do with a pussy, and I’m not talking about older, decrepit, soft-bodied men. I’m talking about the ones with rugged good looks, broad shoulders, they type of hard body a man gets from decades of living and working hard, and skilled hands who know a woman’s pussy even better than she does.

"Eason." "I've been told that the jiggle is the best part of hitting it from the back." He tucked a bookmark into the book and closed it before looking at me, "What's on your mind?" I looked away. "What are you reading?" "How to Teach My Sister Better Evasions Tactics." I scowled at him. "Yeah? A bit of light reading before bed?" He tilted his head. "Nah. That's the Kama Sutra." I laughed and nudged him. "You're terrible."

The room is tidy like always, and there is a plethora of books on his bed, he is reading, Heath Duncan is reading. “You read?” I asked confused. “Not really, but I went around asking how to woe a girl and they recommended some good books,” he says with a smug, I roll my eyes, still at the ‘trying to woe you’ lie. “How are you finding the process?” I asked. “Confusing,” he says, “first most men have what I have you know, typical playboys a lot of money.”

“This one’s not just about desire. It’s about power… and what people let happen when they’re caught inside it.” He went quiet for a moment, eyes still fixed on the page. “And that’s a dangerous game.” Adam closed the book halfway again, but this time there was no hesitation in him, just focus. “Whoever wrote this…” he murmured, “they’ve seen some real shit.” A faint, serious look settled on his face now. “Or lived it.” He picked the book back up properly. “Alright…” he said, more to himself than anything else. “Let’s see how deep this goes.”