You’re dating this guy:

Oh, he’s so nice.  He’s such a good guy.  He’s so sweet.  

He’s all about mushy soft talk all the time.  He’s so nice, you feel like you can bring him home to Mommy and Daddy.

Except for one thing: you just don’t want his cock.

Now, let’s back up a little bit for all you prissys out there.  I used the word “cock”.  I’m so sorry.  Let’s say that you just don’t desire him in a ravenous sexual female way.

You may like him, and the sex is, well, good, but you don’t crave him.  You don’t desire him.  You’re not passionate because he’s not a guy that you respect.

You respect him as a man, but he’s not a man that drives you nuts, and that’s what you really want—you want a man that you crave.  You want a man that makes you just want to worship his dick.

For those of you little prissy-poos out there reading this right now, you can basically wince and go, “Oh my God, I can’t believe David is talking like this.”

You know what?  I am talking like this. This is exactly what most women want.  Most women who are very sexual creatures will know exactly what I’m talking about here.

You want to crave, desire, and go crazy for a guy’s dick.  You want a man to be your caveman to throw you down on the bed, pull your hair, spank you, and make you feel alive.

It’s how you’re wired. You’re wired to be the damsel to the strong man. Granted, you can go slay the corporate dragon by day, but at night, you just want to be taken.  You want to be made love to, have sex with, fucked by a fucking strong man, a man that knows how to wield his powerful cock.

That’s what you want.  That’s what you desire, and that’s what you deserve.

Deny me.  Tell me I’m wrong.  Go ahead.  I dare you.

Tell me this is not the type of guy that you want.  Tell me you’d much rather have the sweet nice guy, the guy that’s so sweet that tells you constantly all the time that he just wants to make love to you.

Tell me that that is the guy that you want all the time.

Tell me I’m wrong, I dare you.  I dare you right now to tell me that I’m wrong because I know I’m not.

I know what you want, what you desire, and what you deserve is a guy that knows how to treat you like an incredibly sexy woman; a guy that knows how to take you, rips your clothes off, kisses your entire body, goes down on you, and does it with conviction.

He doesn’t look up at you and ask, “Am I doing it right?”

You want a man to ravish you.  You want a man to just eat you alive.

Deny it.  Go ahead.  Tell me I’m wrong.

I guarantee I’m not.