Sexually Obsessed: How To Make Any Woman Sexually Obsessed With You Without Even Touching Her
Sexually Obsessed: How To Make Any Woman Sexually Obsessed With You Without Even Touching Her
Sexually Obsessed: How To Make Any Woman Sexually Obsessed With You Without Even Touching Her
But by the time you're done reading this letter you’ll join thousands of other men and women who call me
“The Darth Vader Of Dirty Talk”…
And right here, right now I’m going to let you in on a blistering secret about female lust that man-
hating feminists and sleazy pickup artist are terrified you’ll find out…
A secret that will immediately open a sexual buffet to you filled with variety, lust and sweaty, amazing
intensity you thought women only faked in porn movies…
And will give you the power to make even the nicest, most conservative and most innocent
girl cum like a freight train on command… and without even touching her…
If you just read what I have to say (like a growing army of guys have already) you’ll be spreading
women's thighs on command...
WHY?
Because the feminist nightmare has finally come true… And it’s incredible,
fantastic, amazing news for anybody with a dick and the desire to use it…
In fact, if you’re a guy between 20 and 73 and you aren’t sleeping with at least 3 different women a
week…
You’re disappointing every one of your male ancestors for thousands of years who would KILL to have
the sexual opportunity you’ve just had dropped in your lap…
And in order to tell you how you’re going to open the door to
abundant, incredible sex with a ton of eager women…
And how the feminists “winning” the battle of the sexes is the best
damned thing to happen to your cock since you first learned to
masturbate.
Gorgeous, actually…
A 28-year-old brunette in tight yoga pants with the most beautiful pair of gravity-defying all-natural D-
cup tits I’d ever seen…
5 minutes ago…
I’d seen her giving the broccoli a hard-on in the vegetable department…
She smiled at me in a way that sent an electric tingle right to my crotch… licked her lips… tossed her
hair…
And when she walked away I caught the scent of her and felt something hungry rise up in me as I
imagined her naked and writhing and moaning my name.
For 5 agonizing minutes I dug through every “line,” every “open,” every way of “approaching” a girl this
hot I’d ever heard…
I knew I HAD to talk to her before she left the store, before it was too late, or I’d regret it for the rest
of my sexual life…
I walked up to her smiling and friendly and with no hint at all of the pornography she’d inspired in my
mind.
I watched her incredible breasts rise and fall like waves I wanted to surf on as she took a long, deep
breath of her own…
I felt electricity and fire and anticipation for the sweaty, passionate, connected night I knew we were going
to share together…
How it was women like her who made me so happy to be a man, so happy to be ALIVE, when…
She screamed even louder this time, like a heavy metal guitar
solo blasting in my ear…
And that’s when I noticed the pack of scantily-clad sorority girls staring at me like I was some
kind of monster…
The roided-up muscle-head in the shredded tank-top flexing his pecs like he couldn’t wait to prove his
“masculinity” and kick my ass…
The fat security guard fingering his radio like it was Dirty Harry’s revolver and reporting an “assault” for
who-knows-who to hear…
Hours to think…
To torture myself for being so “stupid” as to walk up to a pretty girl in public in “Emasculated America”…
I was so ANGRY…
Not at her…
Not even at our PC society that treats men like dogs just for being guys…
But at myself…
Who was raised by women and who was taught to always respect women…
A nice guy…
A good guy…
And why did she SCREAM when I just wanted to say hello?
I spent hours lying awake in bed that night… rubbing my wrists where
the handcuffs had dug into them… tasting bile in my throat when I thought
about what had happened not just to me, but to men everywhere.
I thought about the never-ending torrent of news stories about “creepy” guys who DARED to look at a
I thought about guys in Japan and around the world giving up… deciding they’d rather be celibate
for life than become the emasculated lap-dogs the world is trying to turn them into…
Laying there, I realized something shocking and terrible and wonderful too…
I realized the feminist nightmare had come true… that men and women had
I could become one of those guys who uses rejection as an excuse to become a woman-hater and
an asshole. Who harasses girls online just to feel OK. . .
I could bitch and moan and become the monster I was already being treated like.
or…
What women really want from men but refuse to tell us…
WHY nice guys like me got rejected and abused again and again while douchebags get laid
as easily as going to the ATM…
The next day I woke up early, my heart pounding… recovering from a nightmare of a world without
testosterone… my mission pulsing through my veins.
I cracked open my laptop and I got to work searching for the truth…
All over the internet I found books and articles and videos from sleazy pickup-artist type guys saying
they’d figured out how to trick drunk girls into screwing them…
And violent screeds by so-called “feminists” talking about so-called “male privilege”… and the “evils”
of the penis and how MEN as we know them were dying off and that was a GOOD thing.
Only then would I feel like I was a MAN again, in a world where MEN are an endangered species…
where men are treated like we’re BAD and WRONG.
I saw one simple statistic that blew that one out of the water…
Today? It’s over 7 BILLION (and it’s headed for 10 Billion by 2050)… .
So, ask yourself, if women don’t like sex, how the heck did the population of the world DOUBLE in
just 50 years?
Why did “50 Shades Of Grey” soak the panties of hundreds of millions of women around the world?
Why is every “number one best seller” on the Amazon Kindle ANOTHER story about an “innocent”
Fantasizing about sex even more than us guys do… WAITING with baited breath for the right guy to
come along and fulfill her dirty, delicious fantasies…
To open her to the connected, erotic pleasure she only dreams her body is capable of…
Only to go home every night to snuggle up to her vibrating “Rabbit” wondering if she’ll have a strong,
respectful guy in her bed (and in her) ever again…
It’s because no matter how dissatisfied a woman is with the devastating emasculation of men…
No matter how much she desperately wants to be seduced, romanced, ravished, made love to…
No matter how much she craves your strong hands on her… your teeth nibbling her throat… your weight
on top of her…
She can never, ever admit it - not to you or any other man…
(In fact, since most women never make the first move even ONE rejection could leave her catatonic
and “giving up on great sex” for weeks or months.)
2. Women have been taught that only SLUTS want sweaty, passionate,
animalistic sex with men.
And admitting what every cell in her body yearns for could destroy her reputation and could even
ruin her life… if word gets around or it gets out on social media.
Fear of rejection and shame alone are enough to keep most women’s legs sealed closed with emotional
super-glue.
And to make hot girls VERY careful about how they choose the men they sexually surrender
Which brings us to the third reason (the most important of them all)…
And where whispering the right “coded” words instantly lets her know she can share her deep
sexuality with you…
And spread her legs almost like magic, with her smiling the whole time like it’s her idea (because it is
and she’s so glad you figured it out.)
It was the Holy Grail at the end of a personal mission that took me years to complete as I learned and
tested and tried again and again with dozens and dozens of amazing girls…
All while watching more and more guys who didn’t know this secret bathe in an endless stream of
rejection and anger and shame…
Accomplishing my mission to learn the secrets of female lust was difficult and even painful…
After weeks of digging, I found a romance novel millionaire on a forum, called her up, and discovered
the incredible “Primal Ravishment Fantasy” secretly carried around by “good girls” all over the world.
But this fat little gigolo taught me the “Fort Knox Phrase” that had
women ripping open their purses and PAYING to have sex with him
while so many other guys can’t get laid to save their lives
As they went into EXQUISITE DETAIL about the many times they “dropped the good girl act”…
And gave a random dude the ride of his life (while forcing the “nice” guys they were dating to WAIT for
weeks and weeks just to get half a hand job.)
What shocked me even more was when they told me about all the times they WANTED to go home
with a guy…
And were devastated when he didn’t know the “Passion Password” which wouldlet her finally drop the
act, cut loose and give in to her urgent sexual need.
I interviewed psychology professors, sat in on a women’s studies course, read SMUT written by women,
learned “Linguistic Triggers” women refuse to ignore…
And then, with all of this “sexual magic” buzzing around in my brain I sat
down at my laptop and boiled EVERYTHING I’d learned and discovered into…
33 POWERFUL TRICKS,
It was a survival guide for regular guys to live, get laid and get a girlfriend (if you want) in the devastated
ruins of the sexual revolution…
The girl I thought had been flirting with me but who had SCREAMED to protect her reputation when I
stupidly made the wrong move…
I saw her in a park near where I live in tight pants and an industrial-strength sports bra creating an
epic canyon of cleavage…
She had her mat laid out… her fantastic ass in the air as she held Downward Facing Dog.
I made sure not to get too close… not to approach her and say something stupid like some pickup
artist…
I sat down on a bench 10-feet away and admired her astonishing body…
I imagined my tongue on that little spot where her hip and leg connected…
There was a moment of recognition… a moment where she wasn’t sure what to do… a moment of…
apology?
I felt dizzy, scared like I was jumping off a bridge and I wasn’t sure if the bungie cord was tight… but in a
totally casual tone, I said it…
She wiggled over to me… sat down on the bench to put her shoes on…
She forgot to tie her shoes as we talked for almost an hour, in low voices like lovers… Me whispering the
little tricks and techniques I’d created, her inching closer and closer until her foot hooked around mine
like a hug or an invitation…
Whispered naughty words in her ear that made goosebumps rise on her back…
Stroked her ego, teased her, made her feel feminine and open and vulnerable and safe to unleash
her passion with no fear of being judged or rejected …
Gave me intense pleasure again and again that lit every cell of my body on fire and left me exhausted
At one point she gasped “I love you” as she came… I knew she didn’t mean it. I knew she meant she
loved how I was making her feel… she loved that she could completely be a woman with me.
“I don’t know what came over me,” she sighed as she stretched contentedly…
“I’m not a slut or anything, you know. I don’t usually do that sort of thing. There was just something
irresistible about you. I couldn’t help myself.”
I smiled wolfishly at her excuse. Grabbed her ass. Thought about when I’d let her get it again.
I wasn’t sure at first. I’d worked my ass off to create this… THING… was it really something I wanted to
share, especially when there were so many women I wanted to share it with myself?
The picture was a woman with a smile across her face like she’d won the orgasm lottery…
The text was in ALL CAPS with a HUGE smiley emoticon saying…
I guess I should have known better than to trust him with this.
Or maybe people could just see the glint in his eye… the spring in his step… the incredibly hot girls
under his flabby arm…
Email me…
BEG…
And how a whole new sexual universe just OPENED UP once they learned these simple words…
Words which obliterate all the BS the media spoon-feeds women and gives
her PERMISSION to treat you as her personal sex toy with no shame, no
holding back and absolutely no regret.
And, of course, I got to enjoy the fruits of my “labors” too… an army of incredible women bending over
backwards (literally) to experience what I’d discovered.
More than a few times I held a beautiful woman while she post-orgasmically
sobbed… astonished at the depths of sexuality she suddenly
discovered in herself.
Somewhere along the way, the guys who got a hold of this information started calling it The Language
of Lust with a wink and a smile…
And whether you’re going to be allowed to learn The Language Of Lust too…
But before we go any further and you find out if this is for you, you need to understand…
Once you learn to tease and turn on and torment any woman this secret way…
You’ll be able to give her a more intense, pleasurable, connected and erotic
It’s chemistry.
If you compared it to a brain scan of a heroin addict at the moment she injected into her vein…
Not really. In both cases you’d see an explosion of dopamine flooding her brain…
The same chemical released when you share a passionate kiss with someone you’ve lusted after…
And that hit of dopamine is what motivates every woman on this planet whether she wants
to admit it or not…
And without even knowing why she’s going to come to you again and again because you’re the
only guy who knows how to give her her fix.
So…
Because if you’re still here, we both know the answer is a pretty obvious YES.
THE LANGUAGE
OF LUST
The result of over 5 years of non-stop,
intensive research, glorious in-person
testing and work…
See, the Language of Lust isn’t a “course” or an “educational program” where I tell you to change who
you are to attract women…
Instead, it’s a collection of almost-magical done-for-you techniques which automatically bore deeply
into the mind of any woman you use them on and activate her pure, unbridled LUST on command
and just by saying a few words.
The men who have used The Language of Lust so far say thatit’s like a Nuclear Bomb in the
battle of the sexes…
A completely unfair weapon which gives you incredible sexual power over women even if they
completely ignore you now.
And positions you to be the one guy in your city who truly knows how to turn her on and give her
permission to give in to her secret desires.
Use this to condition a woman to become unreasonably turned on and quiver with desire for you
every time you whisper a seemingly innocent phrase of your choice in her ear…
Warning: Using this in public has been known to draw stares from other men in the room as she
immediately soaks her panties, ruins her chair, and gasps like she’s just run a sexual marathon.
so she BEGS to be your personal slut while turning other guys down and insisting she’s “not that kind of
girl” to everyone but you.
Doing this turns all her distaste and shame around the word “slut” into white-hot lust aimed directly
at you.
You’ll feel like you have sexual super-powers when you learn this next one…
It allows you to create a feedback loop of ravenous lust between you and a girl…
Until she’s aching for you with sexual desperation, pulling you by the belt to the bedroom and staring
at you like a hungry lioness who just stumbled upon a porterhouse steak.
Ever wish you just had a Remote Control for her sex drive?
And exactly what to say and do when she’s “not in the mood” to have her gushing, spreading her
legs and breathing heavy in seconds.
Allows you to discover her deepest, most hidden fantasies as easily as taking a picture on your cell
phone…
IMPORTANT: Use this method and you’ll know things about her sexual desires she might be SCARED
to admit herself… which is why I’m also going to teach you how to awaken a woman to her hidden
sexuality without even a hint of guilt or shame.
A simple phrase which makes her feel like Just whisper this one word in here ear… watch
you’re doing HER a favor by “letting” her go as a naughty smile crosses her lips… her eyes
down on you… glaze over…
And that’s not even HALF of what I’m giving you with this incredibly powerful done-for-you system…
How to Talk To Her Animal and turn off her critical mind so her BODY can take over…
How to access her Sexual Reward System and have any woman you want more addicted to you than
she is to chocolate…
To be able to do this…